: Return To EarthAuthor
: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Star Trek: 2009Characters
: Buffy SummersRating
: Suitable for people over 13Disclaimer
: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to J. Whedon, etc. The characters/setting of Star Trek belong to G. Roddenberry (yes, I know he's gone, but he still deserves credit in my opinion), etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.Notes/Warnings
: From the August 2012 Twisted Shorts challenge. Elements of humor. Warning: immortal BuffyReturn To EarthBy Beriaearwen
In many ways time meant little to her. She had learned long ago that time was both fleeting and an eternity.
Perception of time was completely relative. A minute could take an hour and a decade a few minutes.
Time, for the most part was lost, as it needed to be.
Events stuck with her: the day she was made a slayer, the day her parents divorced, the day Xander fell of his skateboard, the day she died for the first time, the day she killed Angel, the day they blew up the high school, the day they fought Adam, the day she died the second time, the day they resurrected her, the day Willow lost her way, the day they defeated the First, the day she found out Spike and Angel died, the day Dawn got married, the day Giles died, the day Willow died and Andrew died and Xander died and Dawn died and Dawn's children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and so many more passed on.
Events after those deaths became less focused, less bright as if the world lost its color, its vibrancy.
When the whispers of the first Augments came about, the president himself called her and strongly recommend she take one of the ships off planet and stay away a while. He didn't know what exactly would happen, but he knew it wasn't going to end well. Her dreams agreed.
She found out decades later what happened.
A contact from the Council found her and told her.
The world changed and would change again.
Then Nero came and her world shattered and she felt the change in the universe, felt herself split off into two different paths.
She needed answers and she couldn't find them where she was.
After over a century on the wild frontier of space, she needed to return to Earth.
The trip back had been so much faster than her original trip out, and even then she knew travel could be faster.
Returning to Earth hadn't been quite as much a shock as she thought. Her years hopping from world to world, from port to port, from ship to ship, from culture to culture had numbed her to the differences as much as her faded memories had.
The few updates she received on the Council while out on the rim had prepared her enough to know where to go, who to speak to and what to say.
When she first made contact, she just barely managed to avoid rolling her eyes as the young woman suddenly started stumbling over her words as the light of hero-worship lit her entire being.
Apparently the name Buffy Summers still had some pull.
As always, the Council maintained its fingers in any number of pies and, as she well knew, operated behind the scenes on hundreds of worlds, none more so than Earth, but it also had a public face, one she needed to visit.
Now, standing outside the large building in her new suit, she couldn't stop the smirk and slight chuckle, musing on how the public face of the Council had changed.
They even gave their new public image a new name – Starfleet.
Walking inside, the receptionist here had no reaction to her name. The poor man nearby, however, obviously knew a bit more seeing as how he spilled his coffee down the front of his uniform and dropped his data pad at hearing it.
After helping the man, she made her way up to the Admiral's office.
Years of living alone off the grid and her life before taught her the value of keeping as much of herself and her skills secret as she could.
She would need to meet with the others on the Board and whoever her commander would end up being would need to know, but Buffy needed to make sure her secrets stayed her secrets as much as possible.
It was her second year at the academy that she met who she mentally referred to as the Dynamic Duo – Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy.
For the first time in centuries, the colors of the world seemed to pop and everything possessed a vibrancy long known only in her memories.
She knew from her Slayer dreams that her future over the next few years would be tied closely to theirs, that they would need her and her skills.
She couldn't wait.