Hard Truths

Characters: Buffy, Sarah

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"I don't like this."

Buffy frowned and counted to ten. In Greek. "Learn to like it."

The mini-slay shivered in the air-conditioned work out room and looked as if she wanted to cry. Her grip on her practice sword was loose and reluctant, as if the weapon was some vile creature that would soon turn on her and bite. She was as out-of-place here as Faith would be in a convent, and yet...

"You were Called, Sarah. You have the abilities, you have to have training."

"Why?" The blonde began to pace, throwing her sword to the ground and showing more energy in her rant than Buffy had been able to draw out of her in three days of training. "Why do I have to know how to kill vampires and demons? I don't want to be a slayer, you said I had a choice - "

"You do have a choice, but just because you're not active doesn't mean that it's going to go away! You - are - a - slayer. You might not be one girl in all the world, but you're still a girl against the forces of darkness and while you might not be looking for a fight with them, they will be looking for you! And they are faster, stronger, and more equipped than you will be because they will be choosing the battlefield. You won't be able to choose your battles but you will damn well know how to fight them or I - will - know - why!"

The tears that had been threatening began to drip slowly down Sarah Wenham's face.

But she nodded.

And picked up her sword.

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