Title: Return Policy
Rating: PG-13 (allusions to physical attributes)
Pairing: Buffy/Young Obi-Wan Kenobi
Buffy strode through the Slayer House on a mission, and desperately trying to ignore the being that followed a few yards behind her. Finally spying her quarry, she hurried to the red-headed witch.
"Will? Got a minute?" Buffy waited, with some semblance of patience, while Willow made a few final keystrokes and turned to her friend.
"I do now. What's up?"
"It's about the Christmas present you gave me." The blond Slayer gestured to her shadow, and he respectfully stepped back three paces. Still in likely listening range, but you can't have everything. "First off, it was a great idea. Really. And I really admire the work and effort you put into it."
"I'm sensing a But. Don't you like him? Isn't he what you always wanted?"
"He's great, Will. Honestly. It's just that . . .do you do returns?"
Buffy shushed her friend and looked at the 'gift' in question. "He keeps calling me Master. And when he doesn't want to spar, which I have to admit is a lot of fun, all he does is meditate and ask when we're going on a mission. And while he looks fantastic in a set of leather pants, he's not exactly date material."
Willow studied the young man, working out the details in her mind. "OK, that's a problem. What did you have in mind for an exchange?"
Buffy grinned. "Same model, different year? Maybe seven years older, a little more confidence, a little more willingness to break the rules? Just make sure he doesn't think I'm his apprentice."
"No problem. Obi-Wan Kenobi, post Phantom Menace and pre-Attack of the Clones, coming up." Willow paused for a second. "Are you sure we can't keep the younger one, too? He's great with the mini-Slayers."
"As long as they answer to different names." Buffy glance at Obi-Wan. "He does make good decoration."