Hello Supernatural, Meet Buffy

Come Walk My Way

I know it kind of short, but I really wanted to get some more out for you guys because it's been so long. Forgives??? *Pout* I hope the scene is true to the charcter, but the dynamic between Spike and Buffy is a hard one to replicate, and it's what fans are the most picky about (including myself). As always, please try to ignore any obvious typos. I know I can be bad about that. lol So now, enjoy! :)

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Buffy kept pace with Sam’s urgent walk. “So an Impala.”

Sam turned to look at Buffy. “Huh?”

“An Impala. What kind of car is that?” Buffy asked, tentively. She wasn’t used to dealing with men like Sam. Different, in a way she couldn’t describe. It was incredible awkward.

“Um, it’s a classic.” Sam didn’t know how to describe to car much more than that. It was Dean’s baby, not his. And if it wasn’t in the side of reality, the least of Dean’s problems weren’t going to be his stab wounds. It had better be there when they got back, otherwise it wouldn’t just be monsters they were hunting. Sam understood why Dean loved the car so much, in a way. All there lives they had always traveled light, physically and emotional. The things they did get attached to where attached to them forever. He tried not think about whether that was mentally unhealthily.

Sam cleared his throat, taking another stab at conversation. “What kind of car do you drive?”

The awkward tension was still strung up between. 

It was different when you were in the heat up battle or in a room full of people. It was just the two of them. Walking down a deserted street. In the middle of the night. Completely alone.

Not to mention Sam wasn’t exactly used to casual social conversation that didn’t involve beer and his brother anymore.

“I don’t drive.” Buffy admitted reluctantly.

Sam eyes widened at this. She had to be at least twenty-one. In his world she would already be breaking traffic laws with ease. Maybe things were different here.

Buffy caught sight of Sam confused look.

“It’s just that pretty much everything in Sunnydale is so close together, and you can’t patrol for vampire from a cars…” Buffy trailed off. She had never need to explain this to anyone before.

They’re silent walk resumed.

Awkward.

They were about a block from the cemetery when Buffy froze. A blond man sauntered around the corner, black trench coat close to sweeping the ground.

“Hello Spike.” Buffy said stiffly. “Little late for a walk.”

“Creature of the night.” he said in rich English accent. His eyes darted towards Sam. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s your excuse?” 

Buffy heard the unspoken ‘who’ in Spike’s question. Sam shifted awkwardly next to Buffy. “I’m Sam.” he said, answering for her. 

Sam glanced at Buffy. Her posture, was tight and on guard. Something about this man put her on edge, which was enough for him. He was trained to trust his instincts.

“It’s private.” Buffy answered, tense. Buffy glanced down the street. “We need to go.” 

“Whoa, why the rush?” Spike darted in front of her. His eyes searched hers. “Some new big bad in town?” He dipped his head and lowered his voice. “You know I can help, Buffy. I’m not the same as I was.”

Buffy fought herself for control, trying not to swim in his eyes. He may have a soul now, but that didn’t mean he had to be Mr. Nice Guy. Buffy knew exactly what he was capable of. Soul or not, he couldn’t change the past.

“I know Spike. But we don’t need any extra vamp-y supernatural weirdness.” Buffy replied.

“Wait, you’re saying this guy’s a vampire?” Sam asked from behind Spike.

“Yeah, what of it?” Spike said, turning just in time to meet Sam’s fist. 

Spike flew back on the pavement.

“Bloody hell! What was that for?!” Spike wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth.

Sam looked from Buffy back to Sam. She was giving him a strange look that he couldn’t quiet interpret. Why wasn’t she pulling out a stake?! Or at least helping him? 

“What are you waiting for?” Sam threw the question out at her, his stance tight.

“As much as I’d like to see you beat the crap out of Spike, you don’t need to. He’s…” she trailed off. Was there really any way to describe him? “got a soul.” she finished.

Sam’s brow crumpled in confusion. Got a soul? He was still a vampire. In his experience, he didn’t see how much having a soul could make a difference. He still remembered being trapped in that cage by those farmer’s who hunted people. Then again, he also remembered the vamps in his world that only feed off livestock. He had been the one to talk Dean down from killing them.

“I think the vampires in your world are a lot different than ours.” Sam said, shaking out his hand.

“Oh yeah.” Buffy replied.

“Worlds? What kind of mess are you up in, Buffy?” Spike said, pulling himself off the pavement. Buffy could already tell from the black-and-blue on Spike’s chin that if he wasn’t a vamp, Sam’s punch would have broke his jaw. He wasn’t kidding when he talked about being a hunter.

“One that would be a lot less complicated if you’d stay out of it, Spike.” Buffy replied.

“Too late for that, love. You dragged me into his when giantgantor over there punched me in the bloody face.” Spike glanced up at Sam.

Sam was getting impatient. The longer they stood around, the more chance that the car wouldn’t be there. They had locked it back at the cemetery, but there was no telling where it was now. 

“Look, I don’t care if we take the vamp with us, just so long as he doesn’t try to go for any throats.” Sam said, the words coming out quick and clipped.

“I’m not a bloody wild animal, you know.” Spike said, looking miffed.

“Fine. Then let’s keep going.” Buffy said, feeling like she was on the verge of a headache. Maybe it was from the affect of dimensions collide. Maybe it was just all the Spike weirdness.

Either way, there was just a little too much supernatural in the soup for her right now.

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