A/N: BtVS and Saiyuki, not mine. At all. I blame Ellen Brand for this one…. 😉 AU of the Buffy eps “Passion” and “Killed by Death”, at the very least. Brief mention of a Robert E. Howard character.
There are worse places to wake up to who you really are than in the middle of an abandoned Sunnydale factory just as it’s burning down. But not many.
“Kanzeon Bosatsu, you bastard!”
“Buffy,” Giles said warily, as Jenny Calendar whimpered and hid behind Xander, “you are aware that you’re being disrespectful toward one of the five Bodhisattvas who rule Heaven?”
“And I bet se’s laughing hir divine ass off.” Buffy gave the heavens the finger, and cocked her revolver. “Touch those ear cuffs, Giles, and I will shoot you.”
“Spell’s over, Buff,” Xander stated, trying to casually herd the weeping computer teacher and the rest of his friends away from flames and out the door. “Just like Halloween… I know you didn’t get hit by that, Ms. Calendar, but trust me. The memories stuck in your head? Not real. Honest. Let me show you-”
Buffy didn’t even glance at the fingers nearing the golden diadem; just shifted her aim. “I can shoot you in the hand, Xander.”
“Guys, fire bad, out?” Willow yelped, chain clinking as the crescent blade retreated to her staff.
“Right,” Buffy grumbled, uncocking her revolver and holding up an arm. “Hakuryuu!”
The little white dragon dropped out of the rafters, cheeping.
“…Oh, dear lord.”
Sunnydale’s night was cool and dark and quiet, if you didn’t count the fire sirens. Practically speaking, Buffy didn’t. The four of them going through towns scattered panic and explosions in their wake the way most road trips scattered fast-food litter-
She had a sudden, aggravating impulse to pound her head against the nearest warehouse wall. Or better yet, someone else’s head. Which wouldn’t solve anything… but it’d sure make her feel better.