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Leaving Las Vegas

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Summary: A follow on to an earlier drabble where Sara is a Slayer.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
CSI > CSI Las VegasgrundyFR131315031,54816 Mar 0816 Mar 08Yes
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. All belongs to Whedon and Zuiker. I'm just playing with their toys.

A/N: Related to this drabble.


Sara knew the way she’d left Vegas wasn’t the best. She’d left a lot of questions behind her, the guys at CSI had to be wondering what was really going on. But how the hell could she explain this to them? She barely believed it herself. She was something out of monster stories and horror movies, and it put everyone around her in danger. She hadn’t left because she needed to deal with ghosts. She had run because she was dealing with demons, real ones.

She’d gotten a lucky break, though. Her last night in Vegas, she’d followed a weird looking demon who seemed to have too much skin to what turned out to be a demon bar. She had been surprised when the bar went quiet for a minute on her entrance, everyone just looking at her. Then they’d all gone back to their drinks. Whatever she had been expecting, that wasn’t it.

The demon she’d followed in had turned to her.

“Hi, I’m Clem. How’s Buffy doing?”

When she’d told him she had no idea who Buffy was, he’d been startled she didn’t know about the legendary senior Slayer. And then when she confessed she didn’t know anything about being a Slayer, he’d been worried. He’d listened to her rambling story of what had happened to her with concern. Out of all the demons to follow, she’d managed to find the one friendly one.

He’d grabbed a napkin and scribbled down a Los Angeles address.

“I don’t know where the Slayers go for training, but if you go here, they’ll be able to help you. And you need help. I don’t mean to scare you, but you keep wandering around on your own untrained like this and you won’t last long. In any other town, you’d probably be dead already.”

She’d left the next day, promising herself that she’d make it back someday.

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