I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the West wing. I only own my twisted imagination!
Edited - 23/7/2012
Sam was in a positively buoyant mood. It had only been a month since his disastrous campaign and subsequent return to the private sector. He was happy because he had just finished dinner with the director of the biggest environmental lobby firm in L.A. Even better, the group of lobbyists wanted to sue a firm that Sam had previously wanted to sue but could not as he was considered, Gage and Whitney's, blue eyed boy. Ever since the Indio disaster had happened, he'd wanted to do something, and now he could.
Sam had offered to meet him over dinner and examine the new liability shield. He had examined it, and could immediately see several holes, which he intended to exploit ruthlessly. This time, the firm would be made to pay every penny for their greed. By the time he was finished, they were going to wish that they had spent extra money on safer boats.
By the time dinner had finished, darkness had fallen. Sam knew it was a risk, but he took the alleyways as a shortcut to his apartment.
He swerved north, only to have his path blocked by an odd couple. Sam couldn’t put his finger on it but the couple were wearing odd clothes, even for L.A. Worse, they radiated a menace that had Sam turning on his heels, wanting to get away from them.
The man moved so fast that he was behind Sam when he turned. Sam sighed; he had no desire to get into an altercation.
The women stepped forward and strangely; seemed to sniff him. Sam tried to reason with his would-be muggers, “Look if you want my wallet. . .”
He would give it to them no questions asked, a few hundred bucks was not worth his life. The woman was greatly amused by this and she stroked his cheek. He shrank back but was unable to get away, as the man now held him by the shoulders. He tried to shake free but he was unable to break the man’s grip.
Much to Sam’s horror, the woman’s face morphed grotesquely and her eyes turned amber. She smiled at him but all he could see were her canines. Oh god, he thought, this was bad on so many levels.
Sam knew he was in trouble when she informed him, “It’s not your money I’m interested in.”
The vampires had been so focussed on teasing their prey, that they had missed Buffy. She enjoyed startling them as she stepped out of the shadows.
Buffy’s bright, sunny voice from behind them, managed to startle Sam’s would-be attackers. “I’m thinking you should have taken his money.” She informed them.
The male was delighted; he figured they would no longer have to share a meal. The male vampire made sure to keep a hold of their meal but he was curious about their interrupter. He did not hide his sneer, “Why is that little girl?”
Sam was stunned; the beautiful blonde was clearly not scared, or intimidated. In fact, her bright sunny smile was replaced by a hard glare, “It would have been healthier for you.”
The female vampire tensed, the situation was becoming more complicated. She did not know who the blonde was but she could sense power, she coiled, ready to attack if necessary.
The blonde smirked at her before cocking her head to the side. “I’m Buffy the Vampire Slayer and you are?”
The man threw Sam onto the floor and rushed her. Buffy would have rolled her eyes at his stupidity, instead, she settled for slamming him into wall - hard. The female vampire was clearly angered by the attack on her mate; she hissed, “Slayer!”
Unfortunately, the female was not much smarter than her mate, and rushed Buffy. Buffy’s scythe was now in her hand ready to finish this problem and she did so efficiently. The stupid vampires were dead before they even could truly comprehend what had happened to them.
The male got up, clearly distraught over the death of his mate. His anger made him even sloppier. It did not take Buffy long to dispatch of him. Once he was dust, she shook off her clothing and turned back to the lucky would-be victim.
Sam watched enchanted as the woman brushed off her clothing. She turned to face him and seeing her sunny smile, Sam was rendered speechless. He gratefully accepted her hand up. He stuttered, admittedly, not his finest moment, “What were they?”
Buffy shrugged, not really seeing a plausible explanation, so she told him the truth,” Vampires.”
Sam blinked, trying to assimilate the fact that the supernatural was real. He could not help but muse, “Here was me thinking that the Republicans were evil.”
Buffy snickered, the guy at least, had a sense of humour; she added dryly, “No they are not evil. Just misguided.”
Buffy was intrigued; the guy had not reacted like most men. She did not know why but usually, when she rescued guys they reacted negatively. It was like that by being rescued by a girl, that she had somehow emasculated them.
Sam was different, he smiled gratefully and offered his hand, “I’m Sam Seaborn and I’d like to know how I can thank my fair, sweet rescuer.”
Buffy bit her lip, she was not dead and the guy standing before her was gorgeous. Sam Seaborn was also charming and another big plus, he had yet to freak out. Damn, she was supposed to be avoiding men. They had brought her nothing but trouble. She needed to be strong and walk away. So why could she not let go of his hand?
She made the critical mistake of looking into his eyes. Oh goddess, this was so bad.
He smiled at her and Buffy was gone. She now realised, just how wrong it was to use her pout against people.
Sam was enchanted; he had to offer, “Please let me buy you dinner.”
Buffy let out a breath she had not realised she had been holding. She made her decision, sometimes you just had to seize the day. She took a pen from her pocket, and offered him her best flirty smile as she wrote her number down on his hand. “If you’re serious call me.”
She quickly left, least she lose all her will power.
She could not know that she had just met her future husband. Oh, and in twenty years time she would be the First Lady of the United States…
Well, that was a story for another time.