trans_9 | Freedom (Of A Sort)

To Buffy Anne Summers, it seemed like the only reason she'd been podpopped in the first place was to have been placed in GLaDOS right away, forced to run mazes and the like. It was an experience that had somewhat reminded Buffy of her eighteenth birthday, when Giles had secretly sedated her powers away so that she'd have to fight a vampire all on her lonesome. The Cruciamentum, the Council of Watchers had called it.

Okay, so it wasn't that unfortunate of an experience, but still. Forced testing does not a happy Slayer make.

She brushed back her hair and stared up at the statues in the art hall. As much as she did not want to be, she was mystified by them. Buffy hadn't run across them before, but she was quickly figuring out that they depicted the scenes from one's life. At the moment, it was showing Buffy when she was powerless and running away from some thugs, on the night of her Cruciamentum.

Because that's something I definitely wanted to be reminded of, she thought dryly.

Finally, though, the Slayer forced herself to turn away from the statues. Enough taunting. I need food. Or something.

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"Yeah they're both pretty... pretty something easy on the eyes. Sam's got darker hair, and these big hands that are..." Ok so maaaybe he's crushing a little? For several months.

"I first knew the previous Sam, but now been talking to this one. Uh nothing happened in the hut, we just slept together. Uh, but just slept since there was the one bed, and yeah." Even if there was a lot of awkward morning after due to Sam cuddling him in the night.

"..." Buffy bit back a smile. She loved that Xander was so obviously skittish about this. It was worlds of cute. The thing about the previous Sam was weird, but Buffy was learning that there wasn't a lot about this place that was normal on any level. "By slept together, I'm thinking you meant actual sleep and not what Riley and I used to tell Dawn we were..." Buffy stopped. "Never mind. I think I know." It was the former, right? "So does he...?"

"Right! Actual sleep. And uh I don't think so... though the marrying thing was his idea? Mostly because he said he rather marry somebody familiar for the mission, but shouldn't be reading too much into that right?"

"Oh, Xander. I'm so the wrong person to come ask for advice on boys. My history has been way more tragic than Lindsay Lohan's career." She thought about it for a moment though. "Although, if he agrees to eat slop with you in the mess hall, you might be onto something." Pause, with a naughty smile. "Or under someone."

"And yet still better looking and sober," Xander brightly pointed out to her.

He started to respond, and then groaned, "Buffy, c'mon, I know Will's been flying the gay pride flag for some years and is a veteran but this is way way new, 'no Xander man has gone before' territory for me. I'm more worried about if I stare too much with my pirate eye his brother's going to murder me in my sleep."

Which Xander wouldn't be entirely wrong there. Possibly not on the kill part, a maiming more likely.

If she hadn't been GLaDOS'd for months, Buffy would have happily offered to keep Dean, er, busy.

Or not.

"Well. I don't know him, but I could, conceivably, be your wing-woman?" Because all she wanted was for her best friend to be happy. And if that meant Sam, then, well, why not?

Sadly Dean had somebody else (another Whedonverse girl in fact) to keep him busy and happy.

"Wing-woman would be good, though figured you already were," friendly smile back to Buffy.

Ah, alas. It was bound to happen.

"Oh, I was. I just figured, you know, why not mention it?"

He came closer to give her an one armed hug, "Thanks Buff."

Buffy returned the hug. "What are friends for?" Especially when the friends were more like family?

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