Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did. Be doin', like, all kindsa crossovers!
It was all Faith’s fault.
At least that’s what Buffy was currently doing her best to convince herself.**Flashback**
“Look Buffy, I know it goes against your Valley Girl-ness,” Faith half-whined, “but you just gotsa try this Bike!”
“I don’t know Faith.” Buffy prevaricated, “But me and anything with wheels have been un-mixey things.”
Throwing her hands up in disgust Faith practically roared out, “That’s why I keep telling you to try a bike! It’s a blast and can keep up with our reflexes.”
Suddenly realizing she was alone Faith spun around searching for her sister Slayer of the blond persuasion. She jumped, oh about three feet in air, when a motorcycle engine roared to life behind her. Turning the leap into a forward somersault, with a twist, Faith landed knife in hand.
Buffy, grinning like a loon revved the engine one last time. Placing wrap-around shaded goggles she stated, “The difference between you and me on a bike faith…”she grabbed the handle bars, “I make this look good.”
“It is sooo her fault!” the thought ran through her head for the tenth time in the past half-hour, “And it had been SUCH a nice night.”
She bent closer over the gas tank coaxing a little more speed out of her baby. Dust clouding behind her as she sped over the desert floor. Handlebar grips gripped tight she kept her bike on the straight and narrow up the naturally formed ramp. Catching air Buffy allowed the throttle to pull back then leaning up and forward she kept the front tire at just the right height.
“Yeee-Haaaaw!” Buffy yelled out. She couldn’t help herself, it came out of nowhere. Especially since she could tell her jump was successful. Surprise, shock, and triumph flashed across her face as she sailed through the air. The plateau she aimed for was 30 feet away and 10 feet higher than the edge of the ramp she was flying away from.
Landing, her rear tire was immediately followed by the front tire allowing her to lock the back brake first. Swerving to the left she locked the front brake sliding sideways to a stop. Taking a deep calming breath she looked back, seeing the distance from a different perspective.
“Oh wow”, she breathed, “I can’t believe I did that!”
“I knew you could Dahlin’!”, came the merry voice from behind and to her side. The tall, lanky man in biker leathers pushed off from leaning against his bike. Strolling without a care in the world he approached Buffy saying, “Just remember. Commit to the jump. Feel it in your bones and you’ll have no problems.”
“Of course”, he added striding to and sitting on his Bike, “having your Witchy friend Magic it to never run out of gas, brakes or tires, helps. Don’t it.”
Grinning to beat the band Buffy revved her bike swinging next to him.
Hopping, foot coming down on the kick-starter the man’s Bike roared to life. The engine revved as Mystic Fire roars up about the Bike and his form. Turning his now blazing skull Ghost Rider said to Buffy, “Let’s Ride!”