Author: Jedi Buttercup
Category: B:tVS/Stargate SG-1
Summary: A dinner conversation between the frequently dead. 200 words. (tthdrabbles Challenge #005).
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen". Stargate SG-1 post-"Homecoming".
Feedback: It's the coin of the realm.
Notes: Found this superstition at Urban Legends Online dot com. (Possibly takes place in the same universe as "Inexplicably Chosen").
"More than a year? Wow, I was only dead for five months. Do you remember any of it?"
Buffy gazed with interest across the table at her date. He was brilliant, good-looking, had died more times than she had, and best of all was legally permitted to discuss things with her as the Air Force's representative to the Watcher's Council. Someone upstairs had decided that the country's two best-kept "weird" secrets should be put into contact; whomever it was, Buffy vowed to track them down and send them chocolate.
"Not much," he replied. "I lost my memory when I returned; that year is still missing. Jack says I visited a few times; he could probably tell you more."
"I hope you didn't show up wearing what you died in." Buffy wrinkled her nose. "They buried me in this really ugly black dress..."
Daniel blinked, and then grinned at her, a brilliant teeth-baring smile that nearly stopped her heart. "No wonder you came back, then," he said.
"Wha, huh?" She wrinkled her brow, confused.
"Old superstition," he explained. "If a woman is buried in black, she will return to haunt the family."
She had to grin back. "Well, that explains it!"