Author Notes: Hide your kids, hide your wife, hide your husband, I'm writing a TV show crossover fanfiction. I have a lot of this written, and I keep writing for it when I need a break from my RK fiction. I feel like this story keeps me fresh without getting tired of the same characters from a fandom. I should say this now, that I am abandoning my Twilight based story because that story comes from a place of hate. I shouldn't have foolishly pursued attempting to fix a story I don't even enjoy. So instead, I figured I'll write for something I do like. Nay, love. I have been a BtVS fan for as long as Buffy told Angel "always." Also, I am a relative new comer to SPN, but I love anything supernatural (pun intended) so it was only a matter of time before I fell in love with the Winchesters and their pet angel, Cas.
While I have no real opinion of who the SPN cast gets together with, I am an all the way BuffyxAngel shipper. So when I realized that Dean would actually be the perfect partner for Buffy and vice versa, I had to write something. In other words, this story is completely here for my entertainment. I expect that this story just won't get the traffic my other stories do, because crossovers have a more specified audience but I'll update despite the lack of readers or reviewers. So I hope if there are any readers out there, you can let me know if you even like this premise.
Spoiler alert for all of BtVS and SPN S1-4. I apologize in advance for pulling out entire episodes from SPN, but there is a method to my madness.
Disclaimer: The Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer world and all characters depicted are a creation of Eric Kripke and Joss Whedon, respectively.
Buffy POV - May 20, 2003
By the look on Spike's face as he walked up to me, I knew he saw. There was no way I could hide it from him. "Where's the trinket, Buffy?
In a last ditch effort, I tried playing dumb. "The who-ket?"
"The pretty necklace your sweetie-bear gave you. The one with all the power." Seriously, what was up with vampires and the stalking? "I believe it's mine now."
I raised my brow at how sure he was. Also, he seemed completely unabashed by being caught spying. "How do you figure?"
"Someone with a soul, but more than human? Angel meant to wear it, that means I'm the qualified party." He said matter-of-factly and held out his hand.
I shook my head. "It's volatile. We don't know-"
"You'll be needing someone strong to bear it, then. You planning on giving it to Andrew?" He gestured for me to give the amulet over.
I looked down at the object in question. The light refracted through the gaudy center gem as I turned it. It was one of those pieces you see in antique shops that crazy rich women wear. "Angel said the amulet was meant to be worn by a champion. And you're a champion Spike, but I'm wearing this."
"Been called a lot of things in my time." He frowned when I pocketed the amulet. "You shouldn't risk it. You don't even know what it does."
"Exactly." I sighed. "It's my job to save the world. It's pretty much the first bullet on my resume under the job title: slayer."
"Can't hog all the glory, luv." He said. "What am I supposed to do during this thing if I don't get the pretty necklace?"
"Don't worry, we're busting into Hell. There'll be enough baddies there to keep you busy." I attempted smiling at him, trying to get him to drop the topic and let me do my duty. "I'm going to be at the frontline and the First is probably going to come after me."
"All the more reason to not distract you with unnecessary jewelry." Spike, however, was not letting up on the idea.
"So I need you to look after Dawn. Giles, Williow, and Xander can keep her out of trouble, but I know she will never be safer than under your watch." My gaze turned upward to where my friends, family and the potentials slept away. It really was the calm before the storm. "Keep them safe, will you?"
When I turned back to him, I saw the pained expression cross his face. "You're talking like you're not coming out of this."
"That's not the plan. I'm going to fight my hardest to get out of this with everyone. I plan not losing anyone down there. And if this shiny doohickey is going to do the job, then I'll wear it and out accessorize the First. Or however it works..." I shrugged grinning. "It looks better on me anyways."
The rest of the night was restless, and morning came far too quickly for my taste. I've run up against Big Bads for years now, but this felt different. This felt like an end. To what, I wasn't sure.
The moments that should have stretched out and lingered were speeding by as if there was someone who couldn't take their finger off the fast forward button on this episode of my life.
Before I knew it, we were at the high school. I was twenty-two years old and my life still revolved around this place. The building was new, the lockers barely banged up, and the hallways weren't the ones I walked and ran through before graduating. But it was strangely the same.
Some of my toughest battles happened here. Heck, I once died here. My early slayer years flashed through my mind and how it started with the original crew. The first four members of the Scoobies: Giles, Williow, Xander, and me.
We stood in the hallway and exchanged what I fear to be our final session of witty banter. It's weird how full circle life is.
Everyone manned their stations and I led the amateur pack of potentials down to the basement with Faith by my side. As we each cut our hands and bled onto the seal, I prayed that everyone make it out alive.
I'm not a religious person, despite the fact that crosses and holy water did wonders in my arsenal, but in the darkest moments of my life I downright didn't believe in God. How could an all powerful being sit by and watch all the horrible things happening to earth? It also didn't help that the higher ups kept calling the highest ups 'the powers that be.' God was singular, powers was plural. But now was not the time to worry about semantics. Instead, now was the time to call in a long deserved favor. For all I did and all I gave up for the good side, I need help today. If there's a moment for a need for divine intervention, this was it.
I always figured I would end up seeing Hell one day, but I never thought I would be walking down into it with a convenient set of stairs.
Scythe in hand, I approached the edge of the pit. The floor appeared to be moving, but I knew in my gut that it was hoards and hoards of ubervamps. Even with our plan with super witch Willow, I wonder if this might have been one of the worst ideas I've ever had. But that's when I felt it: the surge of power that swept into each girl around me. However, what I didn't expect was the additional dose of power pumping through my veins.
I glanced back at Faith, but my sister slayer was only focused on the oncoming battle and the potentials being called into their destiny. I only had a second more to think about my new strength before I had to chalk it up to adrenaline. There wasn't time to think, just act. I readied my weapon as the ubervamps clawed their way out of the pit and attacked.
The battle raged on. Slayers fell all around me, but even more of the demons did as well. I didn't enjoy the kills, yet this was what I was built for. This felt all too natural. There really was no question as to what my purpose in life is. And I hated myself for it.
I swung my arm and decapitated another ubervamp. Things were going as well as can be expected, which should have been my first clue that everything was going to fall apart. Suddenly, I felt a piercing burn from my abdomen as something stabbed me from behind.
I collapsed to the ground. Was this how it all ended? A sword from behind? It seemed like the least warrior-like death I ever imagined. I called for Faith, and passed her the scythe. The fight needed to keep going.
"Oh no... Ow! Mommy, this mortal wound is all... itchy." I looked up to see the First wearing my form again. This thing has to be the most irritating evil I've fought. I was starting to find the sound of my own voice coming from it annoying. She crouched down to my level smirking after admiring her identical wound. "You pulled a nice trick. You came pretty close to smacking me down. What more do you want?"
I gritted my teeth and seethed out, "I want you... to get out of my face."
By sheer force of will, I pulled myself back up to stand and face the war again. The slayer who now held the scythe saw that I was back on my feet and deftly passed it to me in time to knock three of the demons back into the pit with wide swing. My movements were precise as I picked the demons off one by one. This wasn't my second wind -it was my last one.
Then, I felt something heating up at the center of my chest. Swiping the scythe to clear the path in front of me, I suspiciously glanced down at the trinket that had been asleep on the job up to now. An inexplicable blue light concentrated into the gem of the amulet and then shot upward. The blast from whatever power shooting the light knocked a hole into the ceiling and all the way up the various floors of the school building. Looking up, I could see the open sky. I couldn't help basking for a short second, this might be the last chance for me to ever see it.
The light transformed orange, as if it was soaking up the rays from the sun. I don't know how, but I instinctively knew what was going to happen before the amulet refracted the light out into the Hellmouth as if the sun sunk deep into earth.
I whipped my eyes toward Faith. "Get everyone out of here!"
The intensity from the sun shot forward in concentrated rays and dusted the ubervamps in rapid succession. I was rooted to the ground, unable to move as the amulet did its work. The potentials all ran up the stairs as the walls and ground shook violently.
As the last of the slayers raced out of the Hellmouth, Faith tugged on my arm. "Buffy, come on!"
I shook my head and stared out into the pit as the stream of ubervamps seemed neverending. "I can't. I have to see this through." I shoved the scythe into Faith's hands. "It's up to you now." Seeing Faith's hesitation, I shot her my best no-nonsense order. "Go, now!"
Giving me a pained look, Faith nodded like the obedient soldier she never really was and flew up the stairs with the weight of the world now pressing down on her shoulders. I felt guilty for dumping it on her, but it was her turn now to fight the good fight.
The ceiling started crumbling and the walls showed signs of cracking. From the corner of my eye I saw a shock of all too familiar peroxide blond hair. I turned my attention toward him and shouted, "Spike, go!"
He shook his head and took my hand. "Gotta move, lamb. I think it's fair to say school's out of the bloody summer."
"You have to leave now if you want to make it to the bus without dusting in the sun." I miraculously kept my voice even, as if I was brave enough. "I have to do this."
"Buffy!" He tried tugging my hand but it burst into flames. Instinctively he wanted to pull his hand away, but kept hold. When I finally turned to him, he locked his eyes with mine. "I love you."
A soft smile crept up on my lips. "I know." Setting aside my Han Solo moment, I let go of his hand and stared out into the rest of Hell. "Take care of them, Spike."
With a final glance back, Spike ran up the stairs leaving me. Just as his coattails disappeared to the surface, the walls caved in. I stepped forward with purpose and brought out Mr. Pointy that I tucked in the back waistband of my jeans. Coming right up to edge, the amulet did its work for a few moments longer until the earth walls couldn't keep up with the pressure. I could feel the dirt floor crumbling beneath me. I kept my stance tight and ready as I fell into the snarling mass of the left over Turok-Han.