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turntohunters. slayerdom are used with permission and love, everyone else is an NPC. Timelines for this are … fudgey, but think of it as lining up with S5/Glory with S4/Lilith’s death, so Sam’s death/Willow were about the same time. BUT! This is also pre-Buffy S7, which … sticks some gaps into Buffy canon, I know, but—wibbly-wobbley timey-wimey. JUST GO WITH ME ON THIS IT WILL BE WORTH IT. I’ll figure out the exact details later.]
“Pack it up. We’re heading to Sunnydale.”
Before he went to Hell, Sam might have felt something akin to excitement at that handful of words. Maybe even anticipation. Now, all he felt was confusion. There was no reason to go to Sunnydale. Buffy was alive. She was doing her Queen of the Hellmouth routine. Hunters getting in the mix was always a bad idea, especially when Buffy was doing her Queen of the Hellmouth routine. She didn’t want help, she didn’t need help, and if he showed up with a group of hunters in tow, she might be happy to see him, but she sure as hell wouldn’t be happy to see them.
So Sam asked the sensible question. “Why?”
“Because it’s a Hellmouth, dumbass. There are vamps and demons crawling all over it. There’s work to be done.”
“Yeah, sure. But there’s a Slayer,” Sam pointed out, because clearly Samuel was missing it. “She’s got it covered, believe me.”
“Right. Slayers. Biggest load of horse shit I’ve ever heard. You do know they’re part demon, right?”
Well. That’s something he was going to keep from Samuel for a while. Sam shrugged. “Yeah, but if they die they go to Heaven.”
“I’ve dealt with my fair share of Slayers in my time. They’re sloppy, ineffective, and overrated. Now we’re going to go in there and do some real work. Are you coming or not?”
Sam considered it for a minute with a heavy sigh, before shrugging. “Sure. Why not? I haven’t been to Sunnydale in a while.”
Samuel’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been there before?”
Sam just smirked, and loaded his stuff into the car. Wouldn’t he love to know?
( *** )
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arcesso! Set in turntohunters. slayerdom are used with permission and love, everyone else is an NPC. Timelines for this are … fudgey, but think of it as lining up with S5/Glory with S4/Lilith’s death, so Sam’s death/Willow were about the same time. BUT! This is also pre-Buffy S7, which … sticks some gaps into Buffy canon, I know, but—wibbly-wobbley timey-wimey. JUST GO WITH ME ON THIS IT WILL BE WORTH IT. I’ll figure out the exact details later.]“Pack it up. We’re heading to Sunnydale.”
Before he went to Hell, Sam might have felt something akin to excitement at that handful of words. Maybe even anticipation. Now, all he felt was confusion. There was no reason to go to Sunnydale. Buffy was alive. She was doing her Queen of the Hellmouth routine. Hunters getting in the mix was always a bad idea, especially when Buffy was doing her Queen of the Hellmouth routine. She didn’t want help, she didn’t need help, and if he showed up with a group of hunters in tow, she might be happy to see him, but she sure as hell wouldn’t be happy to see them.
So Sam asked the sensible question. “Why?”
“Because it’s a Hellmouth, dumbass. There are vamps and demons crawling all over it. There’s work to be done.”
“Yeah, sure. But there’s a Slayer,” Sam pointed out, because clearly Samuel was missing it. “She’s got it covered, believe me.”
“Right. Slayers. Biggest load of horse shit I’ve ever heard. You do know they’re part demon, right?”
Well. That’s something he was going to keep from Samuel for a while. Sam shrugged. “Yeah, but if they die they go to Heaven.”
“I’ve dealt with my fair share of Slayers in my time. They’re sloppy, ineffective, and overrated. Now we’re going to go in there and do some real work. Are you coming or not?”
Sam considered it for a minute with a heavy sigh, before shrugging. “Sure. Why not? I haven’t been to Sunnydale in a while.”
Samuel’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been there before?”
Sam just smirked, and loaded his stuff into the car. Wouldn’t he love to know?
( *** )
2282 words
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