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Summary: First in series A Different Start: At the age of 10, Buffy lost both her parents. As a result she was sent to live with her mother’s sister Ellen, who she had never before met. On the night of her eleventh, birthday Buffy meets a Watcher and...

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Buffy the Potential

Summary: First in series A Different Start: At the age of 10, Buffy lost both her parents. As a result she was sent to live with her mother’s sister Ellen, who she had never before met. On the night of her eleventh, birthday Buffy meets a Watcher and the then active slayer. Since she’s the Potential they’ve been looking for they capture her for the Council. When the Slayer dies and India is called instead of what everyone believed to be Buffy, she’s allowed some liberties and returns to L.A. with Merrick. When fifteen, she’s called as the Slayer.
Timeline: Buffy goes through the seasons, starts preseason 1 up through “Chosen”. Supernatural preseason 1, but with facts and stuff revealed in the seasons.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Pairing: Eventual Buffy/Dean, the rest I’ll figure out later.
Note2: Many thanks to my beta Tanydwr, it wouldn't be as good without her help.



California, Los Angeles, February 1991

“Hey, Mom,” Buffy called out as she entered the house, Natalie’s mom just dropped her off. It was a system that her mom and Natalie’s mom had, they took shifts in picking up the girls. One week it was Natalie’s mom, the other it was Buffy’s mom. Turning, she saw some flowers on the table beside the door.

“Ohh,” Buffy said, smiling at them. ‘Seems like mom and dad made up’, she thought to herself happily before turning to call up the stairs as she put her jacket down. “Hey. Flower-gettin’ lady. Where are you?”

When there was no reply, Buffy frowned, looking down the hall toward the kitchen. “Mom?” she called again.

Puzzled, Buffy turned to look in the living room and saw her lying on the sofa. “What are you doing?” she asked as she walked into the living room, but then she stopped abruptly.

Her mother, Joyce Summers, was lying on the sofa. Her eyes were open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. One arm was hanging loosely over the edge of the sofa and she wasn’t moving or blinking.

“Mom?” Buffy called again quietly, then even quieter, “Mom? Mommy?”

Choking out a sob, Buffy rushed over and began shaking Joyce by the shoulders. “Mom! Mom! Mom Mom Mom –” Feeling slightly panicked, she began to shout it, invading her mother’s personal space as she thrust her face close, but still getting no reaction.

Finally, Buffy got up, panting and sniffling and ran towards the kitchen. Once there, she picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1. Then fidgeting anxiously, she waited while it rang.

“911, emergency,” the operator answered on the other end.

“Hello?” Buffy asked.

“Do you have –” the operator started, but Buffy cut her off.

“My mom, she – she’s not breathing,” Buffy told her.

“Is she conscious?” the operator asked.

Buffy moved back into living room with the phone, “No. I-I-I can’t, she – she’s not breathing.”

“Okay, I need you to give me your address.”

“What?” Buffy asked.

“I’m going to send an ambulance over,” the operator informed her calmly.

Buffy told the operator her address, or what she remembered of it at the moment. She was only little and she was panicked about her mom.

“I’m sending a unit right away. Are you alone in the house?” the operator questioned.

“Yes, my father… he’s at work,” Buffy told her.

“Well, did you see what happened, did she fall?” the operator inquired.

“No, no, I-I came home and she – what should I do?” Buffy wanted to know.

“Do you know how to administer CPR?”

“No,” Buffy replied, upset.

“Okay, it’s very simple. You want to tilt your mother’s head back. First, check her airway and see that nothing’s blocking it. If it’s clear, pinch her nose tightly. Then cover her mouth with yours, and breathe into her mouth,” the operator instructed her. “Breathe into her mouth twice, making sure air comes out. Next, I want you to find your mother’s breast bone. About two inches above the end, put one hand on top of the other and push with the heel of your hand, you got that? Do it fifteen times, and then breathe into her mouth again.”

Buffy nodded and proceeded to follow the operator’s instructions. Then, taking a few seconds, she placed a hand on her mother’s forehead whispering, “Come on, Mom.”

Buffy picked the phone up from where she left it and said, “Hello? Are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m here. Is your mother breathing?” the operator inquired.

“No,” Buffy replied.

“If she’s not responding to CPR, the best thing is to wait for the paramedics, okay?” the operator informed her.

Angrily, Buffy demanded, “But when will they be here?”

“They are very nearby,” the operator assured her.

“She’s cold,” Buffy informed the operator.

“The body is cold?” the operator inquired.

“No, my mom!” Buffy cried out in denial, “Should I make her warm?”

“No, just wait for the paramedics,” the operator directed her.

She needed help, Buffy realized. This person on the other end not helping her mother. She needed her daddy, her daddy could help her. She needed to tell him to come home. “I… I need to make a call,” Buffy informed to the operator and hung up.

With shaking hands, she dialed her father’s number.

“Hello, Hank Summers’ office,” Hank answered.

“Daddy?” Buffy inquired in a weak and scared voice.

“Buffy?” Hank questioned immediately, worried and confused. “What’s wrong honey?”

“Mommy’s not – she’s not… breathing,” Buffy replied.

Fear gripped Hank’s spine but before he could ask more questions, Buffy continued, “The 911 operator sent help. But she’s cold, Daddy. And I don’t know what to do!?”

“Listen, honey, I’m on my way, stay there and wait for the ambulance,” Hank instructed his daughter.

“Okay,” Buffy said, and the connection was broken as Hank hung up and raced out of his office, ignoring his secretary’s questions as to what was wrong.

Buffy stared at the phone in her hand, before she heard a siren coming from somewhere outside. She ran outside to meet the paramedics.

“Hi I’m Jim, this is Steve, what’s your name?” One of them asked Buffy as the other immediately went to Joyce’s side and checked her pulse.

“B-Buffy.” Buffy replied. “Are you gonna save her?” she questioned fearful for the possibility of losing her mother.

“We’re going to do our best.” Jim answered, before he moved over to Steve and began to help the other man in trying to revive the mother of the girl.

Buffy watched as the medics were working on her mother, everything feeling very surreal to her. Jim was asking her questions, but she could barely make her mind focus. Meanwhile Steve was still working on her mom.

After a few minutes Steve shook his head, and murmured, “She’s cold, man.” Buffy stared at him with wide-eyes.

“Call it,” Jim answered sadly.

The Steve looked grim as he began to pack up his stuff. Buffy’s lower lip began to tremble. They weren’t helping her mommy. Jim turned to her, standing slowly and walking towards her.

“I’m sorry,” he said helplessly to her.

“Wha-what do we do now?” Buffy questioned, unwilling to accept this was it. There had to be something they could do. They were ambulance men. They fixed people, or got them to the hospital so the doctors could fix what they couldn’t. An image of her cousin Celia struggling against something came to mind, she quickly pushed it away and focused on the now.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have to tell you that your mother’s dead,” he told her gently, his face sad. “It looks like she did die a good while before you found her. There’s… there’s nothing you could have done.”

“W-what…?” Buffy asked, still in shock.

“I’m gonna call it in. The coroner’s office will come by and take her in, and they’ll determine the cause of death,” Jim informed her.

Buffy continued to stare at him. In the distance, she heard the ambulance radio but tuned it out. Steve said something but Buffy tuned that out as well. The only thing left in her world was her mother lying still on the sofa.

“Okay. Jim We gotta fly,” Steve called over to his partner.

“All right,” Jim replied, then knelt down to talk to Buffy. “I’m gonna call this right away. Now the coroner’s office may take a while. You might stay at a neighbor’s until someone comes. Even if it’s for a short while. Try not to disturb the body,” Buffy continued to stare up at him in stunned silence.

“Do you need anything? Is there someone you can call?” Jim wanted to know.

“My dad is on the way,” Buffy informed him softly, not noticing a car pulling up next door. An elderly couple exited the vehicle and walked over towards the house.

“Let’s go,” Steve called as he carried their stuff out and spotted the elderly couple now in the doorway. “Are you the neighbors?” he asked them.

“Yes, what’s happened?” the elderly woman asked the medic.

Jim turned to pick up his own bag, before turning back to Buffy. “I’m very sorry for your loss,” he offered sincerely.

“Thank you,” Buffy replied.

He exited, leaving the front door open. Buffy walked to the door, still holding the phone, and looked out. “Good luck,” she called after them. She barely registered the arms of her neighbor enveloping her in a hug.

Buffy watched the ambulance doors closing and then the ambulance pulling away, not hearing the concerned voices of her neighbors.

Finally Buffy turned and walked back inside the house, still holding the phone, still looking dazed. She looked over towards her mother, the ambulance siren in the background fading away as she felt tears trickling down her cheeks and again she felt arms surrounding her as she broke down.


One hour later

The phone rang and Buffy snapped out of her daze and answered it before one of her neighbors could, “H-hello?”

“Is this the residence of Hank Summers?” a female voice asked.

“Yes, my dad. He-he’s not here yet,” Buffy informed the lady.

“My name is Olivia, I’m with Presbyterian Hospital, I’m calling about an accident, is your mother or another adult home?”

“M-my mom is…” Buffy trailed off incapable of finishing her sentence.

“Can you put her on?”

“N-no, she’s not… I-I’m not supposed to move the body,” Buffy answered, and then gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth as though she had just said something she should not have.

Buffy could hear Mrs. Hendrickson ask her who was on the phone, she ignored the woman needing to know what about first.

Silence was on the other end for a couple of seconds so Buffy hurried to fill it. “The coroner’s office is supposed to come soon. But Jim, the paramedic guy, said it might take a while… Is-is daddy okay?” Buffy inquired.

“I, uh… What’s your name sweetie?” Olivia inquired.


“Is there anyone else you could call to stay with you Buffy?” Olivia asked.

“My dad is on his way over,” Buffy informed her for the second time.

“He… he’s not. He’s here at the hospital, sweetheart.” Olivia reminded the girl on the other end gently.

“Is he ok?” Buffy inquired.

“Is there anyone?” Olivia questioned avoiding the question then added, “A neighbor, a friend’s mom or dad maybe?”

“My friend Natalie, she has a mom… and a dad, Also Mr. and Mrs. Hendrickson are here.” Buffy informed her.

“Can you tell them our father is in Presbyterian Hospital? And maybe you should call over a friend.” Olivia suggested.

“I… Is my father ok?” Buffy asked.

“Can you put Mr. or Mrs. Hendrickson on, please.”

“Just tell me!” Buffy ordered crossly.

“I am sorry.” Olivia answered her.

“No…” Buffy replied denying what she knew already. Those three words… she hated those three words. They meant death.

Buffy dropped the phone and backed away from it. She could vaguely hear Olivia and Mrs. Hendrickson call out to her but it didn’t register. Mr. Hendrickson picked up the phone. Not even knowing where she was going, she ran out of the door ignoring the black car stopping in front of the house and just ran. She ran, not caring where she was going, just as long as it was far away from all the death.

Buffy had no idea what time it was when she stopped running. She collapsed onto her knees, tears running down her face. When she looked up, the first thing she noticed was that people were looking at her. The second was that she was in a park. The third thing she noticed was the sun was setting.

Buffy got to her feet, her legs shaky and unstable, but supporting her nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, she let it out before wiping the tears of her face and turning around walking back the way she had come.

After ten minutes of walking, she passed a dark alley when she was suddenly yanked in. A hand clasped in front of her mouth to muffle her screaming. Instinct kicked in, and Buffy moved her foot and stomped down hard on the foot of her attacker. He let out a scream of pain and she used the distraction of the adjusted hand to bite down as hard as she could. Drawing blood, she felt something tear and heard her attacker scream in pain and curse loudly before she was shoved away.

Buffy landed on her butt and for the first time looked at her attacker. She noticed something was wrong with his face and his eyes… Her eyes moved away from her attacker and desperately swept the alley from anything to use against her assailant. Before she could do what she wanted to do next, which was run away from her attacker and get help, her foe had her hauled up from the ground by one arm.

Snarling, the man with the deformed face growled, “Such a little thing like you should not be so much trouble. Your blood will barely make up for it.”

Buffy was confused by his words but instinct again kicked in as the man moved her head aside and moved him mouth towards her neck. Then she was dropped to her feet as the man in front of her clutched his family jewels. Buffy had kicked him as hard as she could between the legs. Wasting no time, Buffy turned around and ran over to a metal bar she had spotted earlier – she had some difficulty raising the weapon but she did and she swung it hard against the deformed face of the man making his head snap to the side. She then brought the bar up and down hard on the man’s back. She watched as the man fell to ground, groaning.

Buffy dropped the bar and walked over to an empty and dirty wooden crate. There was a piece loose and she yanked it off the crate and turned back to the man. Then again questioned her actions, her instincts had told her to take. Why? She should have made a run for it and got some help.

She could hear a voice on the other end of the alley interrupting her thoughts, “I think it came from here.”

Two sets of feet came running towards her direction. Buffy turned towards the sound and ran towards it, only to feel something hard impact against her side and pain erupt at the place she had been hit, the next thing she knew was more pain as her body was flung through the air and crashed hard against the side of the alley.

“Get the girl!” a man’s voice ordered.

Buffy raised her head and looked at a boy who could be no more than twelve, kneeling beside her. “Are you ok? Can you stand?” he asked.

Buffy looked past him to see a man struggle with her earlier assailant.

“He needs help,” Buffy said, ignoring her own needs. She felt her hand grasp the piece of wood she had dropped on the impact against the wall.

“Don’t worry; my dad can handle one vampire,” the boy assured her confidently.

Buffy stared at him, startled, but somehow not surprised, his hazel green eyes locked with hers. She again looked past him to see his father being thrown to the other end of the alley. The vampire was rushing after him. Buffy pushed herself up, using the wall and then the boy as support.

She noticed the boy’s worried look as he watched her, then his dad’s fight. “We should go,” the boy said in an urgent tone.

Buffy shook her head. “We should help,” she said, surprised by her own words.

“Dad told me to get you out,” the boy growled stubbornly, annoyed the girl wouldn’t listen.

“My parents are dead! No one can tell me what I can and can’t do anymore!” Buffy shouted with tearful eyes, taking a step towards the fight, only to feel the boy’s hand on her arm holding her back. Why was he stopping her, she needed to do this, if she died she would be with her parents again.

“It’s too dangerous!” he ordered the girl.

“I really don’t care anymore!” Buffy informed him and then showed him the piece of wood in her hand. “Through the heart, right?” she asked him, recalling the old Dracula movies her father watched when he thought she was in bed.

The boy looked not quite knowing how to deal with her. “I care,” he found himself saying “You’re not dying on my watch, now let’s go.” He pulled her into the other direction.

“You’re not going anywhere,” a voice sneered and Buffy saw two more people with deformed faces, vampires, she corrected herself.

The boy raised his gun at the pair and they laughed. “That’s not going to work on us little boy.”

Buffy pushed him aside as one of the two vampires stormed them. She found instinct taking over again and plunged the piece of wood into the female vampire’s chest. Her own eyes widened at her action. Why had she done that, how had she just done that? She had no conscious thought of the action. It was like it was purely instinct.

“Not the heart.” The vampire taunted.

Buffy ducked the female’s punch as she pulled the rough stake out from the vampire’s chest. She felt two strong arms encircle her and hold her in place. The female vampire stepped closer to her, smiling wickedly. Then suddenly she stopped smiling, staring downwards before she burst into dust. Buffy saw the boy stand there, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he knew he had just killed a vampire.

The boy then glared at her as though he was going to lecture her. Buffy found herself rolling her eyes. She stepped on the vampire’s foot, causing his grip to loosen, and pushed with her feet off from the ground as hard as she could. It knocked the vampire off-balance and the pair both fell on their backs, only the vampire fell on the hard ground and Buffy on the vampire. Buffy rolled off him, raised her stake and plunged it into the vampire’s heart turning it to dust, just as she heard another pair of footsteps arrive near her.

Buffy backed away only now that she had killed a vampire, did her actions and the fact that vampires were real truly sink in.

“You let her fight a vampire?” She heard the boy’s father yell, which brought her out of her daze and made her look at the man.

“It’s not like he could stop me,” Buffy interjected and the man turned to face her before she continued. “He’s not the boss of me! Neither are you!” After a slight pause as her lips began to tremble and a humorless laugh escaped them, “Only mommy and daddy were the boss of me. No one is the boss of me anymore.”

“Listen little girl, I may not be the boss of you, but you can’t be out here at dark. It’s dangerous. Fighting vampires is dangerous. You could have gotten yourself killed!” the boy’s father told her. “Where are your parents? I’ll take you to them.”

“If you wanted to take me to them you’d have to let the vampire eat me.” Buffy peered up at the adult through tearful eyes. “I’m – I’m all alone now. I don’t want to be here… I can’t be here, not in a world where my parents are dead and apparently vampires are real. I – I just… I want my mommy.”

Buffy felt her tears begin to fall and turned her head away, not wanting the man to see her cry. She startled a bit when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. “What did I do? What did I do to deserve this?” she bit out heartbroken.

The man looked at her honestly. “Nothing. It’s not your fault,” he informed her. With a tearful face Buffy turned towards the man and then buried herself in his chest as she cried and screamed her heart out. The man just held her and turned to his son, who was standing nearby, watching sadly. “Go check on Sammy.”

After about fifteen minutes, Buffy pulled away, still sniffling, but unable to cry anymore for the moment. “Thank you.” She said softly.

The man looked at her and nodded, not saying anything.

“Sorry, John, that’s my charge,” a new voice said and Buffy watched in horror as her new protector crumbled to the ground.

Buffy scrambled for John’s shotgun on the ground and aimed it shakily at the man standing near them. His clothes were ugly and something seemed off about him beside his inability to dress fashionably or at least ok.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m on your side,” the man told her.

“He helped me and you knocked him out. Why should I believe you? What are you?” Buffy asked with John’s shotgun trembling slightly as she struggled to keep the heavy weapon aimed at the stranger.

“Look at you, all Potential-worthy. I’m a demon, the name is Whistler. I work for the Powers That Be. They’re the ones who sent me to you,” he explained.

“D-Demons are real too?” Buffy asked with wide eyes before they narrowed suspiciously. “What do you want? What do these P-Powers That Be, whoever they are, w-want with me?” Buffy asked the demon with very bad fashion sense.

“The Powers That Be are the ones who guide their champions to where they are needed to stop evil. They do this by using messengers, like me, and sending their warriors dreams, but you’re a bit young for that. The Powers keep the Balance between good and Evil,” Whistler told her.

“So why were you sent to me?” Buffy asked, finally classifying the demon as probably not dangerous and lowering the shotgun. She didn’t let it go as she kept her eyes on the demon, making sure that with any sudden movements on his part she could still – hopefully – raise the shotgun quickly and fire at the demon.

“You’re a Potential,” Whistler told her, then glanced at John. “Put that down and walk with me.”

Buffy hesitated, but something told her Whistler wasn’t a threat. She put the shotgun down next to John and looked at him for a little while before raising her head to Whistler.

“What happened to the boy? You didn’t make him go to sleep too? Did you?” Buffy questioned and made sure she could quickly pick the shotgun up again, if necessary.

“They’ll awake as soon as we leave.” Whistler informed her.

Buffy looked over at John, then the end of the alley where the boy had ran disappeared towards. She sighed, knowing she didn’t have much choice in the matter. She walked towards Whistler and as they exited the alley asked, “A Potential what?”

“A possible champion. Within you, Buffy, you have the potential to be something more than you are now. To be gifted with power so you can be a champion for the Powers,” Whistler explained to her.

“I don’t want a life where I have to fight these vampires every night,” Buffy immediately replied.

“You could save your world,” Whistler informed her.

“And I could die. I would have died in that alley if not for John and his son,” Buffy reminded him and maybe herself too.

“Yes, well. They’re a remarkable family, huh? The Powers have high hopes for them,” Whistler informed her.

“What do you mean?” Buffy questioned.

Whistler smiled but didn’t answer her.

“If I do this thing… the thing with me becoming a champion. Will I get Mom and Dad back?” Buffy asked hopefully.

“Sorry, kid. Life doesn’t work that way. The Powers don’t bring people back to life. It disturbs the Balance. Don’t worry about them,” Whistler answered her.

“But – but why did they leave me all alone?” Buffy asked, tears forming once more.

“They didn’t want to. But sometimes these things happen. Death is a part of life. But you’re not alone. You’re going to be fine living with your aunt,” Whistler informed her.

“Celia’s mom?” Buffy questioned.

“No, not your father’s sister, your mother’s sister. Ellen.”

“I don’t have an Aunt Ellen. Mom doesn’t have a sister… at least none that I have ever met,” Buffy replied.

Whistler just smiled.
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