Evolution of the Species

"It's good to see you again Miss. Summers." Jack Hawksmoor sat on a bench near Venice Beach pier, "The American Government and media have done a good job of blackening my good name."

"Your note was too intriguing to pass up: 'We need to talk. Venice Beach, noon. Hawksmoor.'" Buffy sat down next to him, "You know, you need to work on your creative writing."

"Not something I've ever really needed." Hawksmoor shrugged, "But still, I'm glad you came."

"When one receives a personal invitation from the leader of The Authority, one turns it down at their own peril."

"We're not that bad."

"So, what brings you to LA?"

"You do." Hawksmoor pulled a large manila folder from inside his jacket, "After our first meeting, Jenny did a little investigative work into the origins of the Slayer, and founds something interesting."

"I find that hard to believe: The Watchers Counsel did a good job of setting up false trails."

"True, but they couldn't control the shaman."

"The who?" Buffy asked.

"Earth has always had a shaman, a protector appointed to look after it by it. As each one passes, a new Doctor is chosen, linked to the spirits of his predecessors." Hawksmoor explained, "The current shaman is a member of The Authority."

"Nice." Buffy cocked her head to one side, "So, what he say?"

"Do you know you are the longest surviving Slayer on record?"

"I'd hardly say that: I've died twice." Buffy shuddered.

"Still, you've dealt with things now previous Slayer has ever faced." Hawksmoor looked her in the eye, "Have you ever wondered how you came out on top every time?"

"Luck?"

"It's a lot more complicated than that: you are more than just another Slayer."

"I don't think I like where this is going…"

"It's true Buffy: you're super-human. Latent, not activated, but it's who and what you are."

"Oh man!" Buffy shook her head, "Just when I thought life couldn't get any weirder."

"I would have thought that someone with your calling would find this useful."

"Useful? Do you have any idea what it's like to be different?"

"Yes."

"Ok, wrong person to ask." Buffy sighed, "So what do I do?"

"That's up to you. You can remain as you are: your full powers may or may not manifest themselves. You could conservable live the rest of your life as you are now…"

"Or?"

"There is a way to fully activate your mutation. We know a woman named Christine King: she used to be seconded in command of Stormwatch. She can activate your powers."

"What will they be?"

"There's no way to know for sure, but based on what we know about your Slayer abilities, probably even faster reflexes and added strength. We won't know until, if, you decided to be activated."

"How long do I have?"

"I'd like to say as long as you like, but sooner or later the government is going to find out I'm down here and do something stupid like try and arrest me." Hawksmoor stood, "I'll be back in an hour. Door."


"Well?"

"Will I have to work with you, kill people?"

"No: as long as you don't do anything that threatens the safety of the Earth or its people, we'll stay out of your way unless invited.

"Ok, beam me up Scotty."


"Buffy, you sure you want to do this? Last time you tried to take on one of these Daemons, it almost killed you!"

"Relax Xander: this Slayers got a who new bag of mojo…"

The End