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This story is No. 1 in the series "Altair's Reflection". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: It wasn't hard to see, they brought her back wrong. (Assassins Creed cross)

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't own Buffy, don't own AC. Comepletely don't own anyhing, just stuff for amusement.

Summary: It wasn't hard to see they brought her back wrong.

Crossover: Assassins Creed

This came to me when I was half asleep, so hope you guys and gals like it. :D


It wasn’t hard to see…

The way Buffy moved, the way she regarded them with hard, unforgiving expressions. Those eyes were not the eyes of Buffy Summers. Well, not only Buffy’s eyes. There was something deep, dark in those hazel almost golden eyes. They tried to get her to open up, to speak to them thinking that it had something to do with her time in hell. Finally Buffy told them bluntly, she did not need anything from them. The only time she even remotely acted like Buffy was when she was with Dawn.

It wasn’t hard to see…

Especially in the way she spoke, a middle eastern infliction to her words that replaced her SoCal accent. It wasn't to see in the way she wrote, writing in codes and different languages that even Willow had trouble translating any of it. It wasn't hard to see in the way she dressed, her shoes, her leggings and white hoodie more pratical than the clothes she used to wear.

It wasn't hard to see...

Especially when Buffy decided to train Dawn. One thing, Buffy would have never done before, but the Slayer is admant that Dawn will learn how to defend herself. She listened to no protest. Her mind made up, and no one can sway it. “Now, Darim—Dawn,” Buffy corrected herself, showing Dawn how to hold a sword properly. “Remember one thing, one rule…”

“Don’t die?” Dawn tried to guess.

Buffy shook her head. “That’s common sense. No, the thing to remember is: Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. Say it,” Buffy ordered, while Dawn looked at her as if she had grown another head.

“Nothing is true,” Dawn slowly stated. “Everything is permitted?”

“Good.” Buffy nodded approvingly.

The others could only watch as Buffy pulled herself slowly out of their lives, taking Dawn with her as she went. She had erected a wall between her and them, keeping them at a distance even though they all pratically lived under one roof.

It wasn’t hard to see..

Especially when Buffy messed up their names. She sometimes stumbled over Giles, calling him Al Muliam and the way she regarded him with open suspicion. She called Dawn, Darim. Sometimes when they got her angry, she spat Arabic at them or look like she wanted to punch them in the face.

It wasn’t hard to see they brought her back wrong.

RRs are appreciated.

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