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“I have a bad feeling about this,” Captain Han Solo muttered, gulping and turning away from his ship’s controls to stare at the commotion that had just occurred meters from him. He frowned at his unwanted passenger. “Just who the hell are you?”
“I could ask you the same thing! Mr- Mr Rude-guy,” Buffy crossed her arms and stared the brunette down as he moved towards her, aiming to intimidate some answers from her. Too bad he was dealing with the Chosen One.
“Look, missy, you’re on my ship and-!”
“Ship? You mean we're on a boat?” The blond suddenly interrupted in confusion, glancing at the silvery control panels slotted into the walls and ceiling. There were exposed wires thrown across the ground which had clearly only recently been replaced. It didn’t look like much of a boat to her...
“Boat?!” He exclaimed in offense and disbelief. “You might want to take a look out the window, sweetheart” He made a sweeping gesture and allowed his mysterious guest to enter the cockpit.
“Oh my God,” Buffy stared out at the foreign constellations and almost felt her knees crumble beneath her. “Giles is never going to believe this one.”
“Giles? Who’s that? Your boyfriend?” Han teased, and the Slayer had to admit he had a certain roguish charm in that smile.
“Shut up, and ew.” Buffy shook her head and shuddered. “He’s like... Giles. It’s bad enough maybe even knowing he might have a personal life.” She considered Han who was still staring at her, like he was trying to figure her out. She glared suspiciously. “You’ve changed your tune.”
“Well, I figure it’s not everyday I get a blond bombshell appear out of nowhere and plough headfirst into Chewie.” The captain raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Buffy apologized sincerely to the Wookie, who seemed to hold a twitch of a smile as he growled a dismissive response.
“He likes you,” Han remarked with a grin. “I still didn’t get your name before,”
“It's Buffy Summers,” She announced, hands placed challengingly on her hips. “And you?”
“Captain Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
He just wished that when he was running for his life from un-dead monsters, he'd listened to that gut feeling of his.