I Don't own Being Human or Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"Stupid filthy drunk!" Shouted the irate teen as he strode into the costume store.
"Can I help you, My Boy?" Asked a slightly shocked Englishman.
"Yes" replied the boy. "I have 10$, and I NEED a costume for tonight. It would seem that my dad sold my other costume for beer money."
The shop keeper just smiled as he went to the backroom with an idea already in mind. He came back only a few moments later with a pair of dark blue scrubs, and stethoscope. At the boy's quirked eye brow he merely chuckled, and explained that the idea would be to go as an orderly from a popular British TV show. The boy grinned and told the shop keeper he would go as the American version of the orderly. The boy wouldn't have been grinning if he knew what would happen the night after halloween.
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As I walk into the library I listen to Buff, and Wills talk about how Angel kept us all safe last night. Normally my mind would be clouded with petty jealousy. It's not any more. It's probably because that I once knew a man just like him. Not only knew, but was best friends with. They all look up at me, as I cross the doors threshold. I notice the worry when they realize I didn't wear my usual gaudy clothes, just a pair of jeans, t-shirt, converse, and hoody.
"Ah, Xander" Starts Giles. "Buffy, and Willow told me that you dressed as a doctor las-"
"Orderly" I correct.
"Er, Y-yes." He stuttered. "I was wondering if any of the knowledge stayed perhaps? Such things could be useful on the Hellmouth."
I stared into his eyes, as my hand unconsciously rubs the four diagonal scars on my right shoulder. I can actually smell how uncomfortable he is right now. That sounds wrong. I realize that I have no NEED to tell them. I heave a heavy sigh as I realize that what I'm about to say will shatter any illusion I have about being human.
"Let me tell you" I start gaining their attention. "about a man named Josh Radcliffe"
A/N I don't know if this will be a full story or a one-shot. I shall let the reviews decide