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Written using the prompt "Walk Away" from 25crossovers on LJ.~*~*~
Her friends never knew how many times she was tempted just to walk away from it all after that night in Sunnydale. How many times her hand inched towards the bag that was always packed and ready to go at a moment's notice. How many times she flipped through the fake IDs that she'd bought just in case, imagining what life would be like living as Kay Richards or Elena Weatherby. The only ones who ever had an inkling that she was constantly thinking about leaving were Faith and Dawn: Faith giving her looks of understanding and Dawn giving her looks of guilt. No matter how tempting those IDs and that bag were, however, her hand ultimately would grab a stake, a book, something related to her life as a Slayer and she would stay put at Slayer Central.
Until that one day, however. Buffy was standing in the middle of a field with Faith, contemplating how to dispose of a particularly nasty demon corpse when a strange noise filled the air. Looking around for the source, she was surprised to see a blue box slowly materializing not ten feet away from them. She was even more surprised when the door opened and a young man wearing a suit and those Converse shoes that all the minis were wearing ran outside trailed by an older woman with flaming red hair.
Between general introductions, finding out that the dead demon had a mate who wanted revenge, slaying said demon, she had somehow made an impression on the man who simply called himself the Doctor and the woman, whose name was Donna.
Looking down at the small mound of dirt that was the only sign that something might be buried here, Buffy tried to suppress a sigh. Today would be one of the days where her hand would reach for her bag but never make it out the door.
"Come with us," the man said suddenly, causing Buffy's head to snap up and stare at him.
"Doesn't three make a crowd?" she asked. "Especially in that thing?"
“Sometimes three’s a good number,” he answered “Three can be a very, very good number."
"So, no third-wheel-age, then?" she asked skeptically. "And that thing looks barely big enough to fit one of you, let alone two. How will the three of us ever fit?"
"Why don't you go take a look?" the man offered, motioning her to come forward. Buffy shot a look at Faith, who only shrugged in response. Taking hesitant steps forward, Buffy carefully pushed in the door and stepped inside. She looked around for a moment before stepping back outside, taking a good long look at the exterior of the blue box before turning back to the man.
"OK, so it's bigger on the inside," Buffy commented, trying not to sound as impressed as she really was. He looked slightly disappointed at her reaction, but Donna stepped forward and gave her a smile.
"Come on, it'll be fun," she urged. "And I could use another person to keep this one in line."
"He's that bad?" Buffy asked archly, turning to face Donna.
"Oh, you have absolutely no idea. Always getting into trouble and never learning to leave things alone," Donna replied, shaking her head.
"Hey, I'm right here, you know!" the Doctor protested. "And it's you who gets into trouble, Donna, not me!"
"See what I have to put up with?" Donna asked Buffy and Faith, gesturing at the Doctor. "He'll even lick things, you know. Disgusting, really."
"Oi! Stop it! I could go telling her all of your bad habits," the Doctor shot back.
"What bad habits, Spaceman? I'll have you know I'm just like Mary Poppins: practically perfect in every way."
Buffy watched the exchange, somewhat distantly, trying to sort out the thoughts in her head. On one hand, she could feel the urge to leave that always appeared whenever her hand moved towards that bag of hers. Traveling with the Doctor and Donna would be something new, something exciting, a way to leave her past behind her. On the other hand, that same damned sense of duty that always pulled her back. She was the Queen of the Slayers, as Andrew liked to put it, and that for her meant overseeing what she felt responsible for.
"You should go, B," Faith muttered, startling Buffy. She turned to look at hers sister Slayer, who was giving her an appraising look.
"But what about the Council? What about the girls, and running things, and meetings, and... well, everything else?"
"B, you and I both know that you haven't been all here this last year," Faith told her. "I see you eying the door at least once a day, and I know you think about walking out it even more. I'm just surprised only Dawn's figured it out so far." Buffy remained silent, her gaze going from the still bickering couple to the man's spaceship/time travel machine.
"You really think I should do this, Faith?" she asked quietly.
"B, I think I'd have to smack you if you didn't take them up on this."
Buffy's mouth quirked slightly at this statement. "Oh, gee, I'd hate to deny you that," she said in a dry voice.
Donna and the Doctor had reached a stalemate in their argument, and their attention turned back to the two Slayers.
"So, are you going to come?" the Doctor asked, gesturing with his head towards the blue box. Buffy took a deep breath and turned to Faith. Before she could say anything, however, Faith nodded and gave her a firm hug.
"I'll let them know," she whispered into Buffy's ear. "Now get going, B. Wouldn't want the spaceman to get impatient with long good-byes." Buffy smiled as she returned the hug.
"Thank you, Faith," she replied. Extracting herself from the other Slayer's embrace, she walked over to the Doctor and Donna. "So, time machine, right?"
The Doctor and Donna exchanged a look before matching grins spread across their faces.
"Any place in space and time," the Doctor said, going over to the door and opening it for them. "Where do you want to go first?"
The day that Buffy Summers escaped, she didn't walk away, she flew.