A/N: I wrote this as a birthday present for a friend. Happy birthday! It is very short and random, and I don't really know where the idea came from. I've never seen the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, so I don't actually know any of what Buffy did in Los Angeles. I just really like Mr. Gordo...
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it.
Buffy walked into her room, her muscles aching with every step. The light of dawn was just beginning to peer in through her window. The forces of evil weren't taking any breaks, no matter how much the slayer needed one.
Buffy walked over to her bed and sat down. She stifled a yawn and looked around at her slightly cluttered room. She had disturbed her usually neat shelves looking for a stake in a hurry before patrolling. Her diary lay open on the floor, some clothes had spilled out of the hamper, and Mr. Gordo sat forlornly at her feet.
Buffy picked him up and cradled the soft stuffed pig in her arms. She had never told anyone where she had gotten Mr. Gordo. He was only a stuffed animal to them after all. The pig was a remnant from her slaying days in Los Angeles.
Buffy was patrolling in a suburban neighborhood in Los Angeles. The familiar feeling of a stake in her hand was somewhat comforting. She was a little bored, as no vampires or demons had shown themselves yet. Then, a shrill scream pierced the balmy night air. Buffy whipped around and spotted a large male vampire with its mouth two inches away from a girl's delicate neck. The girl couldn't have been more than five or six years old. Horror filled her youthful face. Buffy sprang into action, catching the vampire's fist in her left hand and plunging the stake into its heart with her right. The vampire exploded into dust. He hadn't put up much of a fight.
"What is it with vampires and young children?" Buffy muttered darkly.
The girl still looked terrified, her warm brown eyes wide with fear.
"Hey, it's alright," Buffy said. "You're safe now. That nasty vamp won't go near you again."
The girl ran to Buffy and hugged her, her whole body trembling. The trust was evident on her face. "Where's Mr. Gordo? I want Mr. Gordo!" she whined.
Buffy had no idea who Mr. Gordo was. "Come on, lets get you home."
The girl led Buffy to a small house a few blocks away. Buffy made sure the girl got inside safely before turning back to the dark street. She wondered what the girl was going to tell her parents and why she was outside at night in the first place.
As Buffy started to head home for the night, she saw something pink next to a large pile of dust, slowly blowing away in the summer breeze. It was a small, very dirty stuffed pig. So this was Mr. Gordo. Buffy picked him up and looked back into the humid night air. All the houses looked the same here. There was no way she would find her way back to the girl. Buffy thought about setting the pig back down on the street, but the thought made her sad. She headed home, a stake in one hand, and a stuffed pig in the other.
Later, every time she saw the pig, Buffy was reminded of that little girl. Buffy felt a little guilty for keeping the pig, but it helped her to remember why she needed to keep fighting. There were always people who needed saving.