Disclaimer: Farscape belongs to the nice Henson company, Rockne O'Bannon
and whoever else owns the lovely series. Buffy and all of her buddies, and
Sunnydale belongs to our Joss. Yay Joss!

Notes: I'm totally disregarding all of Bad Timing. Screw Bad Timing. Hell, I
can't
even watch Bad Timing anymore. Think middle of Season 4 Buffy, splits off
directly after Hush.

Rating: PG-13 to be safe.

Spacemen, Commandos and Slayers… Oh… My?

Pt. 1: Winging It

Riley.

Commando.

She blinked. It did make sense.

She mentally booted herself for not seeing it. Not picking it up. 'Come on,
Buffy,' she thought. 'You should have seen that from a mile away. You're A Vampire
Slayer. The Vampire Slayer. Chosen One.'

She sighed and kept walking through the seemingly deserted graveyard.

All of the sudden, She heard a series of loud clicks, and dove silently
behind a headstone.

"No. This is the place. I saw him come around here," said a male voice.

More clicking.

"No, nobody implanted any more chips in my head, Aeryn. I'm telling, I saw
him. He crashed around here."

Buffy blinked. Why did that voice sound so familiar? Where had she heard it
before?

More clicking interrupted her thoughts.

"It's Canaveral Aeryn, and no, I don't wanna go there. Not yet."

What was the what with the clicking?!

"You wanna get dissected? Fine, we'll go to Canaveral and you'll get
dissected. Listen, all I'm saying is I don't want you to get hurt, Baby. I'll call Dad
in the morning."

The clicking was getting so old.

"We'll be safe here… soon as we find that frelling Peacekeeper."

More clicking.

Buffy glared. "No more clicking," she muttered. She got up from her spot,
and stepped out into the view of…

She blinked. "Uncle John?"

The man stared bright blue eyes, and squinted. "What… Buffy?"

She blinked again as things began to get very blurry. "Huh…"

She fainted dead away.

++++

"She's waking up."

The clicking was back.

"No… more… clicking," she muttered, sitting up. "What… what happened to me?"

John smirked. "You passed out. You okay?"

"Uh… huh…" She glanced at him. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Many, many times over," John replied.

"So… how are you not dead?" Buffy asked. "And who is she?"

John's smirk widened. "I will explain everything over coffee. We're not
gonna find what we're lookin for tonight anyway."

Buffy blinked. "Coffee?"

+++++

The Espresso Pump was relatively empty by the time the trio arrived. They
sat down, and John ordered two of the biggest coffees Buffy had ever seen. He
ordered a smaller one for the woman beside him, and Buffy ordered something
with far too much sugar for her own good.

"So," Buffy said. "Explanations. Anytime. Really."

John sighed. "This is Aeryn Sun," he introduced. "Aeryn, this is Buffy
Summers, my oldest sister's oldest daughter."

Aeryn smiled nervously, and extended a hand to Buffy. "H-Hello."

Buffy took her hand and sighed in relief. "Thank god, no more clicking."

Aeryn glared harshly.

"That's her language, Buff. I woundn't knock it if I were you."

Buffy blinked. "Oh… sorry… So, Uncle John. How are you not of the dead?"

The answer the slayer got was… If she hadn't been a Vampire Slayer, she
wouldn't have believed him. Wormholes. Escaping alien prisoners. Ancient
aliens who stuck technology right into his brain. Scary Commandos (she could
relate).

When John finished, she blinked. "Wow… just… wow…"

John nodded. "Yeah. So, Buffy… graveyards… you go Goth on us?"

Buffy blinked. "Oh! No. I was… out for a walk…"

John and Aeryn stared at her.

"…You don't believe a word I'm saying, do you?"

They both shook their heads in unison.

She sighed. "Me. Vampire Slayer. Chosen One. Fights demons and vampires
and other nasties in the night. In graveyards."

"So that explains this," John commented, pulling Mr. Pointy from his back
pocket.

Buffy's eyes widened, and she snatched the stake away from her uncle. "Don't
touch Mr. Pointy without permission."

John held up his hands in defeat. "Alright, alright," he said.

"So… you guys haven't called Grandpa yet?" Buffy asked. "Do you have a place
to stay? Does Aeryn have even papers? You guys could get in a lot of trouble
for being here and not calling IASA. What are you going to do?"

John shrugged. "Wing it."

Buffy blinked. "Wing it?"

John nodded. "Wing it."

She sighed. "Oh, boy."

TBC