Sounds Like A Plan
Buffy left the Hyperion several hours later. The fights, accusation, pleading, and guilt trips they used to try to convince her to stay didn't work. She told them what they needed to know and left.
There were no more Slayers, vampires, demons, or magic. Each person was responsible for their own destiny from this moment on.
A huge smile crossed her lips. There, on the street in a shiny black Hummer, was one Daniel Jackson.
"Excuse me miss, can I offer you a ride." His blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
Buffy walked down the steps to lean in the window on the passenger side. "I don't know, my mom told me not to take rides from stranger."
"I promise to be good."
She slid into the leather seat and pulled him to her for a scorching kiss. This wasn't a soft gentle kiss. It was one that promised of things to come. Buffy pulled back to give him a slow, sexy smile; her eyes were a deep emerald green.
"Let's go see how many worlds we can get kicked off of, Daniel."
"Sounds like a plan. Work has never sounded so good." ~ The End ~