Not Really The End

A/N: Well, I got this idea... And I hope you guys like it! Something kinda new I haven't seen this angle in this fiction YET... Unless I've missed it!

A/N #2: Yeah, so, I totally screwed up my grammar my first attempt, note to all writers, don’t type and post a story at 3 in the morning, more than likely, you’ll have a million typos.

Dis: I don't own BTVS or Supernatural!

Pairings: Unsure as of now... Suggestions?

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"BUFFY DUCK!"

She rolled, strands of hair were pulled out of her head as the claws swiped at her. She winced while coming to her feet. The scythe is in her hands, Faith next to her holding a nasty looking katana dripping with blood. The creature before them howled in rage at having missed the slayer. One of it's five heads breathed fire and the two Slayers separated. Faith managed to slice one head off, however, it' long neck was whirling around like a fire hose would if someone wasn't there to hold it.

The green neck hit Faith in the stomach, making her fly into the cave wall. Buffy managed to get two more heads and dodge to make it to the other. However, she paused when the yell of pain reached her ears. She turned, stunned when seeing the sharp stone protruding from Faith's chest. The blood stained the jagged rock and Buffy's in shock to see her sister Slayer in trouble.

She's caught off guard by the last head and she looks up, eyes wide, as everything turns to black.
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"Aww, crap," muttered Buffy as she looked around the white room.

"I hear ya," said Faith, coming forward. "I mean, white is so not my color."

Both girls grin, despite the situation they're in. Both are decked out in long white dresses. Gone were the leather pants and the jeaned jackets.

"Nice dress, Faith."

"Stuff it." Faith's face turned into a slight frown. "Never thought I'd end up here."

"Yeah, well, neither did I," came a snarky voice and both girls turned to see the new arrival.

"Cordy," asked Buffy. "Is that you?"

"In the flesh, or, well, essence of. So, you finally kicked the bucket I see. Faith, glad to see you've finally got your act together."

"Well, you know me." Faith shrugged. "So now what, do we get the list of sins then get sent on our merry way?"

Cordelia bit her lip.

"Not exactly..."

Both girls groaned.

"I knew it! I can never die in peace!" Buffy was ready to pout. "I mean c'mon, when do I finally get to enter the gates and actually stay?"

"Well, if I'm anything like you, B, I know I've got another two or three times of dying before I get a chance."

"Okay, I'm still here," interrupted Cordelia, and when she finally got their attention she waved her arm. "Watch."

It was like watching the screen caps of a television show. Buffy and Faith saw the images play in the mist of a man and his children. Of his wife dying. Of the family growing. Of them hunting and going through all the troubles.

Of the eldest, Dean, and his pain of losing a father. Of losing out on love. Of the responsibility of protecting his youngest brother. The weight of the deaths on his hands, due to protecting those around him. Of the youngest, Sam, and the death of his girlfriend. Of his father. The weight of responsibility of keeping his older brother sane. Basically, they got a slideshow of the past couple of years and soon the images faded.

"So their life sucks as much as ours, so what," asked Faith. "What's that got to do with us?"

"Ever hear of the term: Guardian Angel?"

"Uh, yeah..." Buffy's eyes widened. "No. No, no, no, no. You're kidding, right?"

"What? What am I missing," asked Faith.

"You two, are going to help them out."

"I'm nobodies babysitter," protested Faith. "Though they are kinda cute."

"Cordy, I don't want to. I'm done. Okay? I'm twenty-six, and sure that's young, but, I'm old. I feel old. Can't I just rest?"

"They'll die without you," said Cordy.

"Well, great," said Buffy. "Guilt trip time!"

"What's the catch," asked Faith.

"Ah, thing is. If you accept. No one of your past will remember you. I mean, Dawn will remember her older sis and your friends will morn but, as far as they know, you don't look like them. You don't talk like them... Get what I'm saying?"

"So we're basically undercover now," said Faith. "I'm getting it. Hey, do I get to keep my powers?"

Cordy smiled.

"Yes."

"Well, I'm in, I enjoy life far too much. Am I still Faith Lehane?"

"Yes, and Buffy’s still Buffy..."

"C'mon B. One last party before we go?"

Buffy sighed, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.

"Why not?"

Cordelia smiled.

"Great!" A cloud appeared near Cordelia and she sat while holding a golden quill and a sheet of paper. "This hereby states that you agree to not make any contact with anyone from your past. In doing so will alter the reality we are currently keeping. Also, no telling of your past life to your future charges as well. It also states that after, you will be guaranteed rest, when you die. For the last time, we promise! We just need a signature here and initial here, here, and finally here."

Buffy and Faith both did as they were told and soon Cordelia was rolling up the parchments of paper. Then they were magically tied and she tossed them in the air, only to have then vanish.

"All set! Well, you two have fun!"

"Thanks, oh, and Cordy?" Buffy motioned at Cordy's head. "Love the new hairdo. Always wondered what it’d be like chopped off."

"Thanks!" Cordelia snapped her fingers and the two Slayers were gone. "Well, that was easier than I thought!"

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“Well this is just great.” Faith did a full circle while picking at the long white gown she was still wearing. “You’d think they’d drop us off somewhere less...”

“Deserty...” Buffy ran her hands up and down her arms. “In the night. I’m freezing! Why couldn‘t they give us our old clothes?”

“Yeah, well, we better start walking,” said Faith as she started forward. “At least you’re used to wearing these damn things.”

The moon was full and high. The stars twinkled as the nightlife moved in the shadows of the cactus and large rocks. Gravel crunched under both of the Slayer’s sandals as they moved in one direction. They walked in silence for about two miles when Faith spoke up.

“So, how do we find these guys? Or do they find us?”

“I don’t know.” Buffy kicked at a larger rock with her sandaled feet, making it scuttle into the ditch. “I mean, you’d think that they’d put us close to them.”

Both girls halted when a shot rang out in the dark.

“Well, maybe they did,” said Faith, trying to determine where it came from. “Where-”

“Sammy,” called a voice from the distance, making both girls turn their heads off the road and into the sandy desert.

“Well, okay then,” said Faith as she started forward.

“Gah, look out for poisonous snakes and scorpions and whatever the heck else is out here,” warned Buffy, moving her eyes over all the rocks before stepping on them. “We don’t want to get sent back only to die right away.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Faith as she climbed up a slope. “I see a campfire. Hurry up, B!”

“Says the girl who can run faster than me in a dress. I thought you weren’t used to them,” grumbled Buffy as she made it up the slope the best she could. It went back down hill and soon both girls were past he mound of sand.

They walked to the burning campfire and looked around. There was a parked 67 Chevy Impala that Faith as admiring. Its trunk was open: revealing some nice artillery. In the back were some sleeping bags and gym bags. Over the fire was some sort of concoction that looked to be beans. Both girls turned when hearing a stick crack and as the full moon shined down they cursed the powers for leaving them without a tranq gun: because before them stood a werewolf.

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TBC...

R/R please, tell me if I should continue this or if it was a waste of time!