( Buffy heard from minute one that Stefan's brother had changed, and Stefan had been the more famous brother, anyway. The Ripper of Monterey. She may have had a certain reaction to Stefan, too, touring what might have been a haunted castle. (It wasn't.) And it was less "Get out" and more, "Shut. Up." It's not like Stefan said anything.
Buffy has tangled with her fair share of vampires, yes, in that way, but she doesn't have a type, thanks. Remember Satsu? So, anti-type that she's not admitting she has. Types can be circumstantial, and Spike is her own thing she only speaks to her closest friends about. And barely at that.
Like it goes with Buffy, fighting on the same team and offering him a temporary position with them turned into late work nights and weeknights. Fighting turned to flirting. And there wasn't anything that Stefan held back. Buffy didn't have to adjust. It was an adult relationship. To simply put it, she feels like she's baking - but the baking is ongoing. Maybe she'll never be cookies. She's a work in progress.
And so is Stefan.
The months move quickly (the year?), that Buffy accepts the invitation to see his nieces graduate. She even promises to keep her slaying to a minimum. Strictly graveyard - and that's only if she needs to.
The flight is long, but she spends it on Stefan's shoulder. Or, she reads up on one of the ops currently going. She promised to keep work to a minimum. It doesn't count on the plane. She's only woken up one time from Willow's telepathic link to her and Xander. And to good news.
While Stefan gasses up the rental car, Buffy goes inside to pay. And then she grabs a magazine. And a candy bar. Oh and two bottles of water.
Coming around to the side pump again, she drops her bag when she sees Stefan in combat. The hunter tries to run off, but Buffy's there in a second, trading her own blows. At one point, she's hit, hard enough to knock her back a few steps. And that's when the hunter empties a clip into her boyfriend's chest.
The hunter rushes off and Buffy rushes to Stefan's side. )
I bought you this shirt.
( Not that it's the biggest concern she has. The way he seethes, she knows.
She lifts his shirt up, the blood soaking most of the front quickly. Yeah, this top's a goner. )
Hell of a welcome wagon. ( Delicately, she touches around Stefan's wounds. ) Did he use wooden bullets? Come on, you need to be on your back. We have to get those out. Right?
( She tries cradling him and helping him down to the ground. She's not the most versed in Stefan's magical vampire line (that's what Willow calls it, the line of vampires created by magic). While Willow draws her power from the Earth, the witches Stefan knows draw power from their ancestors, the Earth, conduits. She's still keeping up with the differences. )
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Buffy has tangled with her fair share of vampires, yes, in that way, but she doesn't have a type, thanks. Remember Satsu? So, anti-type that she's not admitting she has. Types can be circumstantial, and Spike is her own thing she only speaks to her closest friends about. And barely at that.
Like it goes with Buffy, fighting on the same team and offering him a temporary position with them turned into late work nights and weeknights. Fighting turned to flirting. And there wasn't anything that Stefan held back. Buffy didn't have to adjust. It was an adult relationship. To simply put it, she feels like she's baking - but the baking is ongoing. Maybe she'll never be cookies. She's a work in progress.
And so is Stefan.
The months move quickly (the year?), that Buffy accepts the invitation to see his nieces graduate. She even promises to keep her slaying to a minimum. Strictly graveyard - and that's only if she needs to.
The flight is long, but she spends it on Stefan's shoulder. Or, she reads up on one of the ops currently going. She promised to keep work to a minimum. It doesn't count on the plane. She's only woken up one time from Willow's telepathic link to her and Xander. And to good news.
While Stefan gasses up the rental car, Buffy goes inside to pay. And then she grabs a magazine. And a candy bar. Oh and two bottles of water.
Coming around to the side pump again, she drops her bag when she sees Stefan in combat. The hunter tries to run off, but Buffy's there in a second, trading her own blows. At one point, she's hit, hard enough to knock her back a few steps. And that's when the hunter empties a clip into her boyfriend's chest.
The hunter rushes off and Buffy rushes to Stefan's side. )
I bought you this shirt.
( Not that it's the biggest concern she has. The way he seethes, she knows.
She lifts his shirt up, the blood soaking most of the front quickly. Yeah, this top's a goner. )
Hell of a welcome wagon. ( Delicately, she touches around Stefan's wounds. ) Did he use wooden bullets? Come on, you need to be on your back. We have to get those out. Right?
( She tries cradling him and helping him down to the ground. She's not the most versed in Stefan's magical vampire line (that's what Willow calls it, the line of vampires created by magic). While Willow draws her power from the Earth, the witches Stefan knows draw power from their ancestors, the Earth, conduits. She's still keeping up with the differences. )