I do not own BtVS, AtS or any other property used in this work of fiction.Time Line:
Starts 5 years post “Chosen” and 2 years prior to “Contact With The Great Unknown”. Further time line details for this series can be found on the series introduction page.Spoilers:
Spoiled for all of the Buffy TV series and Angel. All of Roswell, Stargate SG1 and Atlantis as well, just to cover my bases.AN:
I’ve been thinking of where to go with this series, and this was where my brain kept taking me. No worries, there will be more of it after I’m done feeding my persnickety muse. Story named for, and partially blamed on the song “Follow Through” by Gavin Dagraw. Listen to it, its awesome.Chapter 1
It was a cool night in Rome when Xander Harris arrived at his best friend Buffy’s door.
Buffy was spending her evening the way she had spent most of them for the last several months. She was lounging on her sofa, alone. She still went out occasionally, but it wasn’t as much fun as it had been in the past. The clubbing lifestyle just wasn’t the same since she had given up on picking up guys. Sure she could go out and dance and have fun, but it was kind of lonely really. After the Immortal she had stopped dating for a long time, but she had started dating again eventually. Too bad her taste in men hadn’t really improved during that hiatus. Oh well, live and learn she supposed, but she hadn’t been ready for any more fun lessons on dating yet, so no more men.
That would have been a hell of a lot easier if she had had something else to fall back on. Unfortunately, with Dawn away at college and Andrew off in either London or Cleveland more than he was home, she didn’t really have that. Not that things had exactly been all sugar and sweetness when Dawn had been there. Buffy hadn’t taken to the parenting thing easily and Dawn resented the hell out of her. Dawn had run screaming to Oxford, hoping to get clear of what she considered overwhelming stifling over protectiveness. That made Buffy laugh. Like living under Giles’ thumb was going to be easier than dealing with her.
Andrew stayed gone a lot, mostly to avoid her probably. She hadn’t been terribly please with him about the whole Spike secret. She had forgiven his part a long time ago, but he still felt bad about it. It did have the fun side effect of him being way to honest with her since then though. She could ask him anything, any thing, and he was totally unable to lie to her.
Slaying was another huge hole in her life. Rome had a surprisingly high demon population. Vampires stayed away due to the heavy religious influence, but demons came in droves. Problem was that those demons stayed off the grid most of the time, only surfacing for big rituals and in large numbers. This made patrolling useless. It also meant that she was the last to know about any of their plans. Someone in Paris or Prague would hear a rumor and then show up on her doorstep with information and a ready plan of action. She was basically a back up slayer in her won city.
So she sat. Empty house, empty bed, empty slayage. She was spending her evening, like so many others, flicking through an Italian fashion magazine, listening to euro pop thumping in the background, lonely and bored.