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This story is No. 7 in the series "Buffy and Xena Crossovers". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: #7. A mysterious force causes everyone, including Buffy, to forget there ever was a Slayer. But when it attacks Buffy, Willow sends her back to Xena to protect her.

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Television > Xena-HerculesdaviderlFR15823,069013,6164 Jan 034 Jan 03Yes

Just Another Tuesday Night in Sunnydale

{I do not own the rights to any of the characters in this story. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment purposes only.}

Just Another Tuesday Night in Sunnydale

The First Chapter

Buffy walked slowly back home. It was 3 a.m. and she was tired and sleepy. It just seemed like a longer day than usual. But after getting to bed late last night, then a double shift at the Double Meat Palace, and now, still being awake at three in the morning . . . .

"I have a good reason to be tired." She said to the night. "Tomorrow, TODAY, I sleep late. Home it is and NO distractions."

But as she was passing by a small, one-block-long road, she thought she heard a scream, but very low and muffled. She wanted to pass it by, and despite her desire just to go home, she silently turned into it. Almost half way down she came across a vampire feeding on a dying woman.

Buffy accidentally kicked a soda can, which sounded particularly loud. The vampire dropped the dead woman, and smiled -- he was still hungry and his next meal just walked up.

"If you knew how tired I am," Buffy said to him. "Then you'd just go ahead and let me kill you so I could go home and get some sleep."

The vampire was a little surprised at her lack of fear. "I think YOU'RE the one whose going to die, in just about ten seconds."

"Please, is that the worst threat you have? If I have to be here, then at least make it worth my while."

"You DO know what's going to happen, don't you?"

"Yeah. You're going to attack me, we'll fight some, and then I'll stake you. Same old story."

"What are you, some kind of looney? I'm a VAMPIRE! And I'm going to kill you and suck out all your blood!"

"Such sweet words, and I am SO sick of hearing them. But what's a Slayer to do?"

"Slayer? What's a Slayer? You on some kind of bowling team, or something?"

"You can't be serious! I thought all you vamps knew what a Slayer was."

The vampire shook his head. "Never heard of it."

"Then step right up, and I'll give you a little demonstration."

Accepting the challenge, the vampire charged, arms wide open to grab her. And with little effort on her part, Buffy let the vampire run right into the stake, turning him to dust.

"I'll have to remember to tell Willow about this. I thought I was known far and wide. Hurts my feelings a little bit. Okay, Buffy! Stop babbling and go home!"

Buffy slept until after eleven o'clock. She shuffled her way into the kitchen for breakfast and found Willow eating lunch.

"Hard night at the office?" Willow asked.

"No, not really. Just catching up on my sleep. I've GOT to find a job that lets me work and Slay without wearing me out."

"No Big Bads, then?"

"No, nothing special. Well, there was one little thing."

"Oh? Anything you care to share?"

"It's not much. I ran across a vamp who didn't know what a Slayer was."

"Now, that is kind of odd. I thought vamps had some kind of genetic memory, or something. You know, like it's something they just know about when they're turned."

"Well, I don't know about all that. Maybe he just woke up and nobody told him. So what's for breakfast?"

"You know, Will, there's something odd going on here."

"What kind of odd?"

"For the last couple of nights I have dusted a half dozen vamps, and none of them, and I mean NONE, had any idea of what a Slayer is. I mean, no fighting or anything! They just run right up to me, and right into the stake, even after I try to explain who I am!"

"Well, it sounds like it makes it easier to dust them. That has to be a plus."

"Yeah, you're right about that, but I miss the action. It kind of got the old heart a-pumpin', you know?"

"Sure. You miss that adrenaline rush."

"Exactly! But now, well, it's just ... boring."

"Well, maybe you could have Spike spread the word to all the newly turned vamps."

"No, I just as soon not be around him for a while."

"Okay, then just be bored."

"Hi, Guys. What's up? Going to watch a movie?"

Willow and Dawn looked up from the sofa.

"Yeah we are," Willow answered. "Care to join us?"

"Yeah," Dawn said. "It's 'Thelma and Louise,' your favorite."

"Thanks for the invite, but I should do some patrolling."

Willow and Dawn looked at each other.

"Patrolling?" Dawn asked.

"You mean 'trolling'." Willow said. "But I thought just guys trolled. Getting a little -- antsy in the pantsy?" Willow continued, a knowing smile on her face.

"No!" Buffy answered, a make-believe distasteful look on her face. "Well, maybe I am -- a little. But tonight it's just your normal vamp search and destroy."

"Why would you go out looking for vampires?" Dawn asked, concern in her voice. "That's kind of dumb if you ask me."

"Dumb AND stupid." Willow added.

"Guys, what are you talking about? I always do, it's my job!"

"Since when?"

"Well, duh! Since forever. What's going on here? You two are acting like . . . Oh, no! Don't tell me now YOU don't know about Slayage?"

Willow and Dawn looked at each other, puzzled, then looked back at Buffy.

"Come on, Guys, don't do this to me!"

"What are you talking about? Do what to you? Be all concerned because you want to go out looking for vampires?"

"Willow, you KNOW I'm the Slayer, surely you can't have forgotten THAT!"

"Buffy, you're starting to scare me now. This isn't funny."

"Tell me something I DON'T know! What do you guys think I've been doing almost every night for the past six years? Sleeping?"

"Buffy, we know you've been sneaking out at night, but it's none of our business if you have a secret boyfriend. Although I really LOVE to know who he is!"

Buffy shook her head in exaspertion. "You two just watch your movie. I'm going out. Don't wait up."

As soon as the front door slammed shut, Dawn said, "Willow, what if she does something stupid and gets herself killed? Shouldn't we follow her, or call Xander, or something?"

"Yeah, we should. I'll tell you what, I'll go after her and you call Xander. Maybe we can stop her before she does something really stupid."

"I can't believe those guys," Buffy muttered to herself. "I'm the Slayer! They know that, or at least, they should."

As she continued walking and talking to herself, she failed to see a shadow following her. By the time she got to one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries, the shadow caught up to her.

"Hello, Pet. Out for an evening stroll?"

Buffy turned quickly, her stake ready. "Oh. It's only you, Spike." She said, not entirely disappointed.

"Hey!" He said with some alarm, and curiosity. "What's with the weaponry?"

"Huh? Oh, this. What do you think it is? It's good old Mr. Pointy."

"Are you planning on stabbing somebody? You know, you could put somone's eye out with that thing."

Buffy slid the stake back into her left sleeve. "I guess not."

They continued to walk a ways, neither talking. Then Buffy turned to Spike.

"Spike, tell me something, have you ever heard of the Slayer?"

"Slayer? I don't think so. What is it, some kind of rock band or something?"

"No, it's nothing." Buffy answered sadly. "I just wondered."

"Any particular reason you're out so late? Not safe, you know, even with your pointy thing."

"I have a death wish." Buffy answered, not willing to explain.

"Yeah, well, we all have our problems. You mind if I tag along? Keep the nasties away, you know."

"Sure, whatever."

They walked along in silence for the better part of an hour. A couple of vampires were seen, but they left in a hurry. It was obvious that Spike had his next meal, and he wasn't one to share.

A little before 1 a.m., Buffy decided to go home, there was no action and she was getting sleepy. Spike walked her home, but wasn't invited in.

By the time Buffy got up the next morning, everyone was gone. It was just as well, she didn't feel like explaining, again, why she was out so late.

Willow got home about four in the afternoon, and Dawn wasn't far behind her.

"Where'd you go last night?" Willow asked. "Dawn and Xander and I were out until midnight looking for you. We were so worried!"

"I was around. I guess you guys were looking in the wrong places. Anyway, I was with Spike."

"You and Spike are kind of chummy, huh?" Dawn asked, a smirk on her face.

"No!" Buffy answered, irritated. "There is no 'chummy.' We're -- well, I'm not sure what we are. But we're NOT chummy."

"Okay." Dawn said, still not convinced as she started to help Buffy with supper.

After the meal the three of them settled down on the couch in the living room to watch TV.

When the ten o'clock news came on, Willow looked at Dawn, a grin on her face, then she turned to Buffy and said, with a sarcastic tone, "It's getting late. Aren't you going paTROLLING, again?"

"Yeah." Dawn added. "Looking for more vampires to SLAY?"

Buffy looked at them oddly. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Buffy. You know -- 'I'm the Slayer. I have vampires to kill.' "

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Then where'd you go last night? You said you were going out to kill vamps."

"I was walking, with Spike. Can't a girl just go out for a while?"

"After dark? With vampires running around? If you want to be with Spike, why not just invite him over? We don't care. Spike's okay."

"Will, it's not like that. He just happened to show up. It's a free country, you know."

"Okay, if you say so." Dawn said.

"I do say so. And I say I'm going to bed. I'll see you guys in the morning."

As Buffy was getting ready for bed, she realized her foot locker was not where it should be.

'I thought that was in the closet.' She said to herself. But when she started to move it, it seemed much heavier than it should have been.

Wondering why it was so heavy, she opened it , and her jaw dropped when she saw the contents. Instead of the things she was saving -- high school yearbooks, ticket stubs, birthday and Christmas cards, and photos and other things from her youth, it was full of wooden stakes, crosses, small bottles of water with crosses on them, a battle axe, and a crossbow.

"DAWN!" She yelled out, angry. She went to her door and yelled again. "DAWN! Get your butt up here! NOW!"

"What?" Dawn asked as she and Willow ran upstairs.

"What the Hell is this?" Buffy asked, pointing to her foot locker.

"Oh, cool." Dawn, bending down to pick up the crossbow.

"No! It's NOT cool. What did you do with my stuff?"

"I didn't do ANYTHING with your stuff!" She countered. "Why would I want to do anything with your stuff? Besides, where would I get all THIS stuff?"

"She's right." Willow said. "Even I wouldn't know where to get these things."

"Then what are they doing in my foot locker?"

"How would I know? God! You blame me for everything!" Dawn was angry now, and starting to cry. "Ever since Mom died all you do is blame me for every little thing that goes wrong. And I'm SICK of it!"

Dawn ran out of Buffy's room and into hers, slamming the door.

Buffy looked at Willow for support. "I don't do that, do I?"

With a sympathetic look, Willow nodded. "Sometimes you do."

Buffy looked down at the foot locker again. "So where did all this come from?"

Willow shrugged her shoulders. "You really ought to lighten up some with Dawn." She said, not letting Buffy change the subject.

"I know. But it's just been so hard with Mom gone. I try and I try, but sometimes it just seems like it's not enough."

"I know." And Willow put her arms around Buffy and let her cry it out.

The next morning Buffy carried the footlocker down the stairs, through the kitchen, and into the back yard to the garbage cans. It never occurred to her that at almost seventyfive pounds, it should have been too heavy for her to carry.

One by one she threw everything into the largest garbage can she had.

If Dawn hadn't done it, then who? Willow wouldn't do anything like that. And as far as she knew, no one else had been in the house. It was a mystery she just couldn't solve.

(end of chapter one)
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