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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Military Option". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Advanced Training for GI Buffster

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Multiple Crossings > Buffy-CenteredbatzulgerFR181917,6581218180,8053 Jan 1124 Mar 11Yes

Graduation Day Part 4

I do not own any rights to Buffy or any other recognizable characters. They belong to the current rights holders.

"I, Buffy Anne Summers, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God."

"Congratulations Lieutenant Summers." Colonel March shook my hand and moved down the line of us freshly minted butter-bars.

"Thank you sir," I was trying really hard not to tear up. Out in the crowded auditorium I could see Mom, Wills, Oz, Xander, Cordy, Faith, and Giles. Mom and Giles looked soo proud. Which made me want to bawl even more. I just wanted to run down there and hug them.

Finally the ceremony was over and the glorious words of "Fall out!" were uttered. I moved as quickly as possible and was allowed of an officer and a lady to my family.

"Oh honey you look so wonderful!" Mom was hugging me then Wills and Xan and even Giles, Cordy and Oz. Finally Faith stepped up, "B, you look the bomb."

"Guess we're not going to kill each other anymore?"

"Five by five on that," my sister slayer, the other half of the Chosen Two, wrapped herself around me and then we were both crying, then laughing, and then crying some more.

"All right you two, I don't suppose either of you is interested in dinner then?"

"Watcher mine, don't ever threaten slayers by withholding yummies. It's just not a smart move. Oh God I'm sorry Faith! I didn't mean to claim..." I felt really dumb

Faith was laughing again, "No problem B. He was your Watcher before he was mine. I can share, I'm a big girl now."

Cut to an instance of glasses polishing, "Ah yes well, we had better be going. I have made reservations at the Berghoff. I assume you wish to change my dear?" he was looking at me all dressed in my blues.

"I'm good for now. Let's get food!"

At the restaurant we were all getting caught up. Wills was going to be starting graduate school at Hopkins in biomedical engineering with Oz working as a studio musician in Baltimore, Cordy and Xan were living down in LA and working with Angel's detective agency, Giles and Faith were doing the never ending apocalypse stomp,and as for mom...

"The gallery is still doing well, but I think I'm going to sell it and move to Seattle. An old classmate of mine is looking for personal art shoppers for these new tech millionaires."

"When are you planning with the move Mom?"

"In the next few months. Selling the house should be fairly easily as the 'unusual' crime rate seems to have dropped in Sunnydale."


"So B, what's next for you?"

I had been dreading this, "Uh, what do you mean?"

"Yeah Buffster, have you found out where you'll be assigned yet?"

"Honey, you haven't told your friends yet?"

"I was waiting for the proper time Mom..."

So spill missy, or I'll have to come up with some deviously tricky way of getting you to talk and you will not enjoy it buster," I could see the beginnings of the resolve face building.

"Okay, okay, it's not that special. I've been assigned to the Military Intelligence Branch and have to go to the Intelligence Center in Arizona for advanced training..."

"So ya have t'go t'Intelligence School?" Faith started laughing again, "Waste o'time in my opinion."

I got mad, "And what do you mean by that?"

"Just that ya got way more common sense than yer typical soldier. Ya sure yer not teachin' there?"

"I...didn't think you'd say something like that..."

"Yer th'oldest Slayer alive. One of th'longest survivin' ever. That takes brains as much as skills."

"Thanks Faith."

"So my dear, you leave for Arizona?"

"Well first I have to go to Georgia for my Basic Officer Leaders Course part 2 and..." I glanced over at Mom, "...Airborne School."

"You never told me about that!"

"Sorry Mom, I didn't want you to make with the freakage. It's really safe, honestly it is."

"But why would you want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane?"

"One of the friends I made in Afghanistan took me skydiving last year. It was so awesome."

"Would that friend be Tom?"


Mom pulled out her cell and started dialing,

"Abby? It's Joyce...Is that husband of yours around?...Thomas Ballantine, what have you convinced my daughter to do now with jumping out of airplanes?...You tried to talk her out of it?...Yes yes...I suppose you're right," hanging up Mom turned and glared at me.

I tried looking as innocent as possible.

"He says the only reason you're going airborne is that the Army won't let you go to Ranger School."

"I might be a little overachieving I admit..."

All my friends started laughing, even Giles.


"My dear you specialize in not breaking just the mold, but crumbling it to dust."

Even Mom started to laugh at that, and dinner ended up a complete success.

Faith and I were running through the darkened downtown streets trying to chase down a vamp who must've been a track star when he was alive.

"Yo B."


"I start college part time next-month."

"That's so awesome! Here or in Tweed-land?"

"Boston...I'm going home B."

"What about the Slaying gig?"

"The Apoc season's over for th'year, and you'll be available, I hope, this fall. So we can spread out the stakin'."

"That could work."

"So where ya goin' t'be livin' once ya finish these schools?"

"I got an offer to join the Diplomatic Security Service. I could wind up anywhere."

"The what."

"It's kind of like an overseas version of the Secret Service. Guard diplomats, do counterintelligence, hunt terrorists. That sort of stuff."

"Did ya call them or did they call you?"

"They called me...I think someone's been keeping an eye on me."

"Be careful."

"I will...Plus, I know you've got my back."

"Damn straight! Let's get that bloodsucker."
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