Series: Smallville S3/ Buffy the Vampire Slayer S3 (but assume Angel never returned and her and Faith are on good terms)
Summary: Buffy manages to survive her Cruciamentum, but her mother doesn’t. Now Buffy has to decide what to do now that she has lost her mother and her trust in her Watcher. (I know the summary is short, but I don’t want to give away plot).
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character from either Smallville or Buffy; if I did – Lana would be dead and Faith would never have turned evil. Anyways, all I own are the ideas, and since I have no money, it would be a waste of time to sue me. Also, major parts of this chapter have been taking from the episode ‘Helpless’ and are in no way presented as my own, simply used to facilitate the transition from Whedon’s universe to my own.
Chapter 1 – Cruciamentum
Buffy Summers sat alone at the table in the Sunnydale High School library, carefully trying avoid moving and reopening her wounds. Her Watcher, Rupert Giles, stood watching her from the doorway to his office; too guilty over his own involvement to try and comfort her. The library doors swung open and Quentin Travers approached the wounded Slayer. He opened his mouth to congratulate her when her glare fell upon him.
“Don’t. Say. A. Word.”
Quentin cleared his throat nervously.
“The test is a time honoured tradition; a way of testing Slayers so that we, and they, would know that they can face the obstacles ahead of them.”
“You’re little test killed my mother,” Buffy said in a deadpan voice. The anger within her had grown cold, calculating, and it took all of her willpower not to reach out and snap the man’s neck.
“Yes, well, that was an unforeseen consequence and the Watcher’s Council is sorry for your loss,” Travers said, shifting nervously under the Slayer’s piercing glare. “Nevertheless, we congratulate you on a job well done.”
Buffy gave no answer, but Giles did.
“The test is done. We’re finished.”
“Not quite. She passed. You didn’t. The Slayer is not the only one who must perform in this situation. I’ve recommended to the Council, and they’ve agreed, that you be relieved of your duties as a Watcher immediately. You’re fired.”
“On what grounds?” Giles demanded.
“Your affection for your charge has rendered you incapable of fair and impartial judgement. You have a father’s love for the child, and that is useless to the cause. It would be best if you have no further contact with the Slayer.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Giles said emphatically, defiantly. Before Travers could respond Buffy spoke up.
“But I am.”
The two men looked at the girl in shock.
“I’m gone,” Buffy interrupted, “When I get my powers back I’m leaving Sunnydale. If I’m an adult under your stupid rules, then I’m going to run my own life. I quit.”
“Ms. Summers you can’t quit the Council,” Travers said incredulously. Buffy slowly got out of the chair and walked within inches of the Watcher. Even though he knew that with her powers gone -- she was nothing more than a teenage girl -- Travers felt himself break out in a cold sweat.
“I. Just. Did.”
Without another look at either Watcher, she left.
Buffy glanced around her room, wondering what to take with her. On her dresser were several framed pictures of herself, her friends…her mom. With a shaking hand, the Slayer grabbed one of her and her mom when she was little. Back before they drifted apart, before she became the Slayer -- when she thought her Mom was the strongest person in the world.
Carefully, she packed it in her bag along with Mr. Gordo and took one last look at her room before quietly closing the door. She was making her way down the stairs when a frantic Willow and Xander burst through the door.
“Buffy! Giles just called me! I’m so sorry about…” the forth coming babble was interrupted by Buffy’s glare. Willow’s blood froze at the look – having never received such a cold look from her friend before. It was as if all the warmth had died along with her mother.
“It’s the past Willow, I’m moving on.”
“Moving on? As in emotionally, like dealing and doing the mature thing and coming to terms with what happened or running away again?” Xander asked, eyeing the dufflebag that hung around Buffy’s shoulder. The stared at each other for a moment, but when Buffy didn’t flinch under the accusing glare Willow intervened.
“No! She can’t because she promised after…last time,” Willow said weakly, knowing she shouldn’t have brought up the events surrounding her last disappearing act.
Without saying a word, Buffy pushed past her two best friends and made her way out the door. She stopped when she saw Giles and Faith standing in her way. She groaned.
“Why can’t you guys leave me alone?”
“Because we care about you, and we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” Giles said calmly, keeping outside – hopefully – of Buffy’s attack range. Faith was also eyeing the blonde warily, but she wasn’t concerned about physical attacks. The brunette didn’t want the other girl to go, but she understood her need to leave after the death of her mother. Even if Kakistos hadn’t been after Faith, she would have left Boston anyways after her Watcher died – too many painful memories.
“I don’t regret leaving the Council,” Buffy said in a flat voice. The other teenagers started, Giles having not had time to inform them of Buffy’s ‘retirement’.
“They won’t leave you alone, Buffy. If they can’t control you…” Giles trailed off uncomfortably, knowing that until a day ago he worked for the Watcher’s Council. Buffy continued to look at him with dead eyes, but there was a spark now. With a sinking feeling, he recognized it as rage, and anger, and the desire for revenge. The division between the Slayer and the Council would not end without bloodshed.
“That’s why I’m leaving.”
“Buffy, you don’t need to worry about us…” “Like I didn’t need to worry about my mom?”
There was no response to that. Distantly, Buffy could hear the engine of a motorcycle and she picked up her bag. She breezed past Giles and Faith; Faith reached out a hand and gently grabbed Buffy’s arm.
Quietly, in a whisper that only a Slayer could hear, she said, “Don’t go.”
Buffy looked at her counterpart sadly, knowing that the only person could understand completely – especially now – she had to leave behind for her own safety. In an equally soft voice she answered, “Don’t fight the Council, be safe. Someday, I’ll come back. I promise.”
Faith stared into the blonde’s eyes, looking for any signs of deception and finally nodded and let go when she found none. Moments later a motorcycle revved up in front of the Summers’ house. Within seconds and before the others could react, Buffy was on the back of the bike and the two roared down the street.
“And Clark didn’t say anything about where he was going?” Martha asked again, as she set the table for herself and her husband.
“No, he just asked if he could borrow the motorcycle and then headed off. All he said was that a friend needed his help,” Jonathon replied. The door opened and the two spun around, but the two were disappointed that it was only Chloe and Lana.
“Oh, hey guys, would you care to join us for supper?” Martha asked, trying to hide her disappoint – and not really succeeding. The two girls exchanged amused glances.
“That’s okay, Mrs. Kent, we’ve already eaten. We just stopped by to see if Clark was back yet?” Chloe asked hopefully, though she knew that judging by the Kents’ reactions that Clark was still AWOL.
“No, but Clark phoned a little while ago and said that he should be back for supper tonight so feel free to wait for him if you would like.”
Jonathon had just finished speaking when the familiar sound of the motorcycle engine filled the kitchen. Four bodies immediately headed for the door and everyone smiled at Clark’s return. They were so happy, in fact, that they failed to notice the small figure slightly hidden behind Clark’s broad frame.
“Hey guys!” Clark yelled, a large smile brightening his face. He got off the bike and turned to his companion; at that moment the others noticed the blond girl who was watching the exchange with a small smile on her face.
“Well, Clark, aren’t you going to introduce your friend?” Jonathon asked with a pointed look. Clark looked sheepish for a sec, then dropped an arm across the girl’s shoulder and brought her forward.
“Everyone this is my friend Buffy; Buffy, these are my parents and that’s Chloe and Lana.”
Marth stepped forward and on a motherly impulse, gave the girl a small hug who returned it hesitantly.
“I’m sure you’re both starving, so why don’t we get started on supper?”
The two brightened noticeably at the mention of food and exchanged grins.
“Shall we, Slay?” Clark joked.
“I think we shall, Kal,” Buffy retorted, and the two headed towards laughing and continuing their jibes.
Not noticing the others remained behind. Their eyes followed Buffy, knowing that the only time that Clark had gone by ‘Kal’ was during the time he had runaway to Metropolis.
And ‘Kal’ was not someone any of them wanted to return.