Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine, but belong to Joss Whedon and co.
Note: contains spoilers for the official series.
“...So, let me get straight,” Kennedy said slowly, thoughtfully. “You cannot accept the money because you’re quitting.”
“No, because I’m the Vampire Slayer I’m quitting,” Buffy said firmly before realizing what she has said. “I mean the other way around – I’m quitting the bodyguard gig because I already got a job as a Vampire Slayer, and this isn’t about the money.”
“Mmm,” Kennedy nodded thoughtfully in reply. “You’re a person for whom money is a means of reaching the goal, not the goal itself.”
“Yes,” Buffy nodded, rather happy that she was getting out of this without any arguments or fighting, rather peacefully. Even after the break-up with Willow, Kennedy was still on friendly terms with Buffy – sort of, and the senior Slayer did not want that to change. “Exactly! I mean-“
“I don’t know what else to say,” Buffy replied quietly as before. “When it comes to money, I’m still a blonde who barely made it through the high school and, well, that’s it.”
“Mmm,” an enigmatic look came over Kennedy’s face. “Buffy, remember when we went to South America to rob those ex-Nazi vaults?”
“Yes,” Buffy nodded. “I remember them clearly. Between the pseudo-red guerrillas, the FARK-commandoes, the giant snake-people and I don’t know what else; I don’t think that I’ll be ever able to forget them.”
“And do you remember my parents?” Kennedy asked, softly.
Buffy’s face froze. “Yes. How can I forget them? A member of the Mexican government – four centuries worth since the time of the conquistadors for a father, and a German baroness for a mother. I think that’s when your and Willow’s relations began to crack.”
“True,” Kennedy nodded, her face frozen despite the bruised temple. “I guess that Willow wasn’t impressed by my family rebellion or by the fact that you, with your scythe act, gave me both courage and hope – that isn’t what I want to say here.”
“What do you want to say here, then?” Buffy asked.
Kennedy exhaled. “Buffy, it’s your money.”
Buffy also exhaled. “And I shall not accept it.”
Kennedy stood up, leaving the check on the table with the senior Slayer. “It’s your call, Buffy. You earned it, it is your money. I shall not take it back. Do with it whatever you will – I am done with it. Burn it, rip it, frame it on the wall – I do not care. You earned it; you earned the right to do with it whatever you want. I’m done here.”
And Kennedy Vasquez left, leaving Buffy Summers staring at the very hefty check as if it was a venomous scorpion that was going to sting her no matter what – and from a certain point of view that was correct...End