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Summary: Twenty-four prompts, twenty-four fics, twenty-four days till Christmas. Brought to you by Wishlist_fic on LiveJournal.

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NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride

Title :: Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride
Rating :: FR13
Disclaimer :: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.

Prompt :: thedogman/Buffy, Ruby/BtVS, SPN/prequel to ‘Touch Me, Not Softly’ (that story contains femslash and is FR21)


Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride

Tight jeans were tucked into knee high boots, boots that were currently propped on her kitchen table and green eyes, a shade or two darker then her own, stared at Buffy as she entered the dining area. Her mouth opened to tell the newest arrival to move her ass, but Buffy’s recent vision of a sea of über-vamps had her less inclined to mouth off at the people that were supposed to be watching her back. Stepping forward she moved to take a chair at the table and settled herself with the odd sensation that she was being measured and weighed by the girl across from her.

Offering the pretty blonde a tired smile, Buffy leaned forward and stated, “Sorry for the lack of a welcome party,” a frowned dropped her brows as she amended, “Or any welcome really.” She shook her head, focused, “I’m Buffy.”

“I’ve been here two weeks.” Buffy flinched with her lack of observational skills as the girl’s brow arched and she lifted her boots, turned her body to the side and let them fall. They struck the hardwood floor with a resolute knock that tightened Buffy’s spine and made her sit up straighter under the other girl’s perusal before the potential stated, “And I know,” she paused, clarified, “Who you are. You’re big noise in these parts.”

A snort lifted Buffy’s shoulders. “Super,” was muttered before she fixed the not-so-new guest to her home with an even look and asked, “Noise? Good noise or bad?”

Glossed lips twisted into a knowing smirk. “Depends on who you ask,” was stated as the girl put her palms flat against the table and stood before offering, “I’m in the mood for fried food,” those green eyes dipped, ran a critical eye up and then down Buffy before she added, “And you look like you could use some fattening.”

Buffy blinked, frowned. “Was that an insult?”

Her head inclined, a mass of blonde hair falling to the side with the movement as she snarked, “Like I said. Depends on who you ask.” She spun, twisting a lithe body around and tugged a leather jacket up from the back of the chair she’d been perched on and wrestled it up and onto her shoulders. She paused to tug her hair out of the back and let the tight waves fall down around her shoulders. She made her way to the entry with Buffy still watching her with confused, narrowed eyes before she paused and offered, “Would it help to mention I’m paying?”

Her brows rose, surprised and more then a little intrigued since the only person who’d offered her anything since they’d started using her home as a boarder house for the scared had been Giles. Buffy shrugged and pushed herself back from the table and rose. “Why the hell not?” was said more to herself then anyone else, but the wide smile she got in return was nearly worth it as she took the lead and the other girl followed her from the dining room and the few feet to the front door.

Buffy paused only long enough to see the other potentials engrossed with the television and each other, completely oblivious to their surroundings and with a shake of her head she opened the front door. The sunlight burned for a moment, blinding and just a little brilliant as she made her way across the porch and down the front steps. The front door to her—their—home closed with distinct click that turned her head and had Buffy watching the other girl make her way towards her.

“Recommend a place with decent fries?”

The question surprised her and she raised her brows before turning and with a wistful smile offered, “Umami has great fries and burgers.”

Her companion’s boots knocked against the stairs in rapid succession until she was standing directly next to Buffy and she noticed that the other girl had several inches on her. She glanced down, to note of the lack of a heel on her boots and the interesting buckle work, before sighing in near jealousy of her height and footwear. “Umami is in Los Angeles, right?”

Buffy blinked, being drawn back into the conversation and away from her daydreams of new Steve Maddens, and looked up before she replied, “It is, but we can’t go there.”

“Why not?”

“Lack of transportation. Lives in peril.” Buffy paused, lifted her chin, “Need I go on?”

Green eyes narrowed before she slipped a hand into the pocket of her leather jacket and pulled out a set of keys with an eight ball key chain. “I have the transportation covered,” she grasped a small plastic remote in her hand and compressed one of the buttons. A chirping behind Buffy had her turning and she stared stunned at a muscle car parked on the street in front of her home and before she could comment the other girl added, “And Los Angeles is two hours south. We’ll be back before sunset and aren’t there other adults present in your house?” Her house. It was nice to hear someone else say it and mean it. Buffy turned, still unsure, but now warming to the idea when she added, “I’m pretty sure Mr. Giles is responsible enough to be left in charge for half a day. Don’t ya think?”

“I do—”

“Well alright then,” She stepped down and around Buffy, heading across the grass and towards the blue car that looked like something her dad would have driven when he was a teenager. She paused, looking to Buffy from her place on the sidewalk and asked, “Are you coming?”

Buffy hesitated, fought the urge to glance back at the house as a slow smile spread her lips and gave a sharp nod before jogging across the lawn and towards the car. The other girl made her way around the front and to the driver’s side door as Buffy reached the car.

She flashed Buffy a smile as she opened her door but before she could climb in Buffy called, “Wait!” She stiffened, head lifting and smile slipping just a bit before Buffy asked, “What’s your name?”

Her smile was back, this time wider and just a bit more devious before she stated, “Ruby, my name’s Ruby.”

Buffy returned her smile. “Nice to meet you, Ruby.”

The end.
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