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First things first - Initiative? Really? Come on, couldn'tcha be at least a little original? I mean I'm having a serious case of been there, done that. And for the record? Not really looking forward to doing it again. I've had the tour, I've seen the shinies - and I'll say again. Not interested. Opposite of interested. Me and freaky government strongholds go way back. We had a very hot and heavy relationship, but we're seeing other people now, and both of us are better for it. So, second thing? If you could just, you know - help a girl out and point me toward the nearest exit? That'd be real peachy. Failing that? I'm not your strong-arm. You can't control me. Don't even try.

[ It sounds like she's done, but then there's rustling, and she comes back. ]

Oh, neat um -- neat weapon thingy. By the way. Looks like it might be stolen tech from someone very unsavory. But you almost had me drooling. I'm watching you.

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... Here? He's here? Back up, back up -- you're talking like Bible-grade devil, right? Big, bad, the ugliest of uglies?

[He privates because -- yeah he may be listening.]

Bible devil. Lucifer, the fallen angel, with all his angelic powers, and all the nasty tricks he picked up in hell.

[And he might even be speaking to him now but he can't deal with that constant paranoia anymore. If he's going to get himself killed just let it happen already, he can't take the stress anymore.]

Let him try to pick fights. If it's a war he wants, it's a war he'll get. I bet if he's from your world, he has no idea what a Slayer really is. What I can do. [ Cocky, or confident... Either way, she is pretty sure she could kick his ass in a fight. The First Evil is breathing down her neck back home. Lucifer sounds refreshing. ]

He's from my world. Which also means you have no idea what he can do - have a little more respect for the things that you don't know - it's what keeps you alive in this gig.

[Alive. He can't get the strain out of his voice. The devil always scared him but knowing what he knows...he's downright terrified.]

How about we have that cup of coffee and talk baddies?

[He doesn't want her going off and getting herself killed. He's seen too much death.]

I could say the same of you. I've died twice. I'm not that worried about keeping myself alive. I have a knack for not staying that way.

[ But that coffee is something she won't soon refuse. So despite her mild annoyance with being underestimated, she will accept. ]

I could go for that. I'm getting a facility tour from a guy named Peter, but then I'm free for days.

Apparently, so will I.

[Once, at least. And he's not looking forward to it. He has no idea why he even tells her that, maybe because he has absolutely no one else to talk to, and she seems like she'll get it.]

Gimme a call whenever. Meanwhile, if you see a guy with his face peeling - keep your distance. And -- you're gonna see a lot of things you'll wanna kill...most of them aren't baddies. So try to refrain.

Will? [ Buffy thinks that sounds too familiar. Her voice takes a tones of concern it hadnt previously. ] Do you have the dreams too? Prophecies?

[ wait, what-- ] Why not? Bad is generally... Well. Bad.

[Oh dear God - it can't be - it can't cross worlds? Can it?]

You...have them too?

[He hurries through the next part because he really just wants to know about her dreams.]

They look bad that doesn't mean they are bad. Different worlds, you gotta remember that.

Yeah, ever since I was called. It's a Slayer thing. Or, I thought it was... [ What ARE you? ]

There are always exceptions. It's always different.

Was there -- a house fire in your nursery...when you were a baby?

[Someone entirely screwed.]

Yeah so ask questions first.

No. No fire. Just an ancient line of destiny.

[ She almost laughs. ] Ask first, stake later. Gotcha.

[His laughing mood is out the window]

Alright back up - what is this slayer destiny thing?

You want the whole speech? [ Le sigh... ] Into every generation, a Slayer is born. She alone will have the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, forces of darkness. Blah, blah, blah.

[...and he thought his life sucked. At least he's got Dean to pull this crap with.

Or at least he did. Not even sure what he's got anymore.]

That's -- [bullshit this shouldn't fall on one person - it's not like you need - wait - ] the strength - you mean you've got...superpowers?

Yep. Strength, the dreams, I heal faster than normal people and I can run faster and jump higher... There's a whole list. It's like a survival kit for saving the world, I guess. Every Slayer has had them. When one Slayer dies, another is called... She becomes the new power-havin'-gal. And most Slayers die before they hit twenty. [ She has the Scoobies... But most of it is indeed a burden she bears alone. ]

At least you got some edge -

[They're going at it human. Advantages and disadvantages for every system.]

- but that's just - it shouldn't ever fall on just one person.

It's just how it is. I have friends, they can help... But the bottom line is that it's only me. [ Why'd you have to go there Sam? Now she's sad. ] I had a dream once, where the First Slayer came to me. She said 'the Slayer does not walk in this world'. It took me a long time to understand. But it's okay, most days.

[Well he's sad too. He hated growing up in this, but to be alone in it - to live your life thinking you won't make it to twenty -

His heart sinks down to his stomach. He's not sure who he's more depressed for.]

No it isn't - it doesn't have to be. Hunters - they don't have special powers. [Well] My fun dreams aside. And they get along fine. Where I'm from there's no slayer - just people doing their best.

How old are you? How long have you been doing this? It wasn't my whole life, I was fifteen when my Watcher told me I was Chosen. I can't imagine a world full of evil with no Slayer. I mean, who stops the Hellmouths from opening? Who stops the yearly Apocalypses?

I'm 22, my family's been at this since I was six months old. [Another pause] We do.

[Stop it...with his life, his sanity.]

You? Just your family? Normal with no powers, against the entire world of bad. [ she whistles low under her breath ] I thought I had it bad. You were just a baby.

No, there are other hunters out there. Not enough, but they're there.

[They still have enough bad to keep them busy all their lives. Not that that's too impressive - the life expectancy of a hunter isn't much better than a slayer's.]

They just don't usually get along. [He shakes his head with half a smile, a huff of air indicating it] Yeah. It sucks, but seems like there's not much I can do about it. In a way I guess it's kinda my destiny too.

[He can't avoid his death, not if that would mean the apocalypse would happen. He's never felt more helpless.]

But none of you have-- I mean, I at least have preternatural abilities. How do you fight without them?

[ It's almost a relief to hear about other worlds like this, but she knows the life. She pities him. ] Well now you know you're not alone in the universe, Sam. So there's some comfort in that. I'm 21, by the way. So we're not far apart.

Weapons, exorcisms - whatever works.

[He doesn't want to be pitied - he just wants out. College...God it seems like a lifetime ago and it hasn't even been a year.]

I'm lucky that way, I've never really been alone. [Dean. He wouldn't have lasted a minute without his brother.] But yeah, sounds like we've got a lot to talk about.

... Exorcisms. [ There is so much skepticism in her voice right now. ] Really?

[ Well, he has a point. He hasn't been alone. He is lucky for that. But the rest... ] Tell you what. Once I have directions to a place that serves good coffee, I'll call you. We'll talk. I think it'd be better in person anyway.

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