Chapter 8.

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. I make no profit from this fiction. All the characters herein belong in somebody else’s toy box. I just take them out to play once in a while.








Chapter 8.

As soon as Faith and Dean left for patrol later that evening, Buffy ambushed Sam.

“Right, now your piss-taking big brother isn’t here to hide behind, what’s the what with you?” Buffy was sat next to Sam on the sofa, legs crossed Indian style and facing towards him. “You practically ripped Dean’s head off at lunch and you avoided Faith like she caught syphilis from a Native American warrior. Now spill!”

Sam uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and putting his head in his hands. He let out a world weary sigh and swiveled his head to look at Buffy. After a few moments of indecision, he turned his head back to fall into his hands again.

“It’s complicated Buffy… and to be honest a bit of a long story.”

“I got nothing but time… see this?” She gestured between herself, Sam and the room, “[i]rare [/i] Buffy night off.”

“Look, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it but…”

Buffy decided to try a new track. She didn’t like to see her friends so down and ever since Sam, Dean and Faith had barreled through her door, she had liked Sam and now wanted to help him if she could. Buffy knew how hard it could be to make friends in the world that hunters and slayers inhabited and Sam and Dean had been on their own for God knew how long. Smiling at Sam, although he couldn’t see it, she voiced her idea. “I get it Sam, it’s ok. Tell ya what, lets go get a beer, I feel like dancing anyway and it’s been ages for me.” Sam chuckled and Buffy blushed as she realized the double meaning of her words. “I mean, I haven’t danced in ages.”

Sam seemed to brighten a bit, thinking the subject was dropped “Sure if you want to go with me, wouldn’t you rather go with your friends? Or Dean and Faith?”

“Nope,” replied Buffy, popping the p and jumping up. “Just let me change and we’re gone.”

A few minutes later Buffy reappeared wearing a pair of blue hip hugger jeans and a backless black halter top complete with a silver cross hanging down the back. Flimsy black strings held it together at the back. To finish she was wearing black kitten heel boots and silver hoop earrings and minimal makeup.

Sam looked up and whistled low, “Wow… whose heart are you trying to break tonight?” he chuckled.

Buffy shared the chuckle. “I’ll take that as a compliment, you ready?” Buffy grabbed her purse and made for the door. Sam just nodded and followed.

*****

The club pulsed with energy as Sam and Buffy pushed through the crowds towards the bar. It wasn’t Sam’s usual type of place. However, with a name like Hideout, it seemed perfect for tonight. Nameless faces drifted in and out of his vision and it felt good. Safe. There was no chance of more questions appearing here, for one thing it was too loud and as he looked over to Buffy he saw her bouncing slightly with the beat of the music, slowly getting lost. He bent nearer to her to ask what she was drinking.

“Rum and coke… heavy on the coke!”

“Not beer?” Sam shouted over the music, his forehead wrinkled in confusion… wasn’t that why she had wanted to come out?

Buffy laughed, “I don’t do beer anymore. Remind me to tell you why sometime.”

Retrieving their drinks from the barman, Sam followed Buffy to a table on the edge of the dance floor. Sitting down next to each other they watched the dancing in comfortable silence for a few moments. Finally, after glancing sideways at him numerous times, Buffy decided he wasn’t gonna dance unless she asked him to…

“So Sam, gonna get up there with me and shake ya moneymaker?” Buffy yelled, unknowingly using the exact same phrase Faith had used just before she decided his brother was the better option.

Sam sighed again and swallowed heavily, “Um Buffy, you just sounded like a duplicate of Faith. That was the first thing she said to me.”

“Oh. Really? Um.. sorry? But the question stands.” She stood up and made her way to the dance floor, hoping like hell that Sam was behind her. There were so many people here and she didn’t want to lose him. A few moments later he stepped into her line of vision and they began moving to the music. Buffy closed her eyes and let herself go, allowing the beat to bring out her primeval side and following the rhythm like she was born for it. She opened her eyes to see Sam holding his own too… she realized that may have been the first time she had seen a guy that could move. When the song finished and the music moved into a slower groove, Sam took Buffy’s hand and led her off to the table. Flopping down on the seat he took a long swig of his drink, finishing the bottle and indicating he was going for another. Buffy shook her head to his unvoiced question and took some sips of hers. When Sam arrived back at the table he had a beer and a chaser. Buffy raised her eyebrow; Sam didn’t seem like a heavy drinker. But sure enough he knocked it back and took another drink from his beer.

A few dances and a number of drinks later, Buffy decided Sam looked relaxed enough and she hit him with her suspicion. She sidled up closer to Sam and spoke directly into his ear.

“It’s Faith isn’t it? You have a thing for her.”

“God Buffy, just lay it out there.” He banged his head on the table. “Yeah ok, I like her… a lot. She’s amazing, gorgeous. She has this attitude, it’s just sucks you in cos on the outside she’s like thisss, this hard, cold, closed off girl… but inside she’s warm and caring and I just don’t get what she see’s in Dean. It’s pf..paff, pathetic. They don’t love each other. They’re just fucking and she deserves more and Dean is an ass for using her and…” He ran out of steam.

Buffy was shocked. It was more than she thought. Sam was in love with Faith.

“What’s more, what’s with the thing with you and Dean? Don’t think I didn’t see the way he looked after you after the crypt.” Sam slurred. “He’s my brother and I love him… but don’t let him use you too.”

Ignoring that little snippet for a moment, Buffy took the plunge. “Sam, are you in love with Faith?”

Sam fiddled with the neck of his beer. Then he spoke so quietly, Buffy wasn’t sure if he’d spoken at all. “I don’t know… yeah I guess,” he looked straight at her, eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and wide with honesty. “No I am and it’s hopeless.”

Buffy wrapped her arms around him. “No Sam, I don’t think it is.”

Across the club another pair of eyes was taking in the scene.


A/N: Some Buffy/Dean and some Apocalypse news in the next chapter!