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Title: A case of mistaken identity
Author: [livejournal.com profile] verdant_gt
Prompt: Buffy walks into a bar and meets Logan Cale
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Dark Angel
Word count: 1278
Rating: PG
Warnings: Buffy S8 comic book spoilers



Buffy rolled her shoulders in the hopes of relieving the tension that was building there. This was the fourth dimension/reality that she’d been sent to in search of anything to do with Twilight. Buffy suspected that part of her ‘mission’ was to not be in Tibet to deal with Xander and Dawn. For that she would have to thank Giles or Willow or whoever had the brilliant idea to keep her busy and away from the constant reminder.

She glanced around the interior of the bar called Crash as she stepped across the threshold. They were all beginning to blend together, both the dimensions and the bars that she’d been frequenting. Buffy had yet to find a demon bar in any of the realities where she’d been, nor had she heard anything about Twilight. This current reality seemed like it really was a waste of her time. It looked like they had an apocalypse already. It definitely didn’t look like the Seattle that she knew. Her hand came up to the necklace that she always wore around her neck, her connection to Willow and her dimension. It was an automatic gesture to check that is was still there because without it, Buffy would be stranded and that would so not be of the good.

It didn’t take long for Buffy to make her way through the crowd and toward the bar. Like all of the other bars that she’d been to, there weren’t any Slayer tingling of demon or vampire nearby. She did catch snatches of conversation that perked her interest though, and a name kept being said over and over, Eyes Only. Buffy had no idea who or what that was, but it sounded like they went against the government. It was definitely something that she should check out.


~*~


Logan knew it was masochistic to keep coming to Crash with the memories of Max, but he couldn’t stop himself. He found that he wanted, no needed, to grab anything that would bring Max into his life. Intellectually, he knew that she was dead, but emotionally he wasn’t there yet. He just couldn’t believe that she was gone. It got so bad that he even found reports of a blonde woman with unnatural speed and agility had him wondering if she were a transgenic and Max’s sister.

He had no idea if it was fate, luck or something else that had him glancing up and seeing the woman in the reports walk into Crash. “Of all the gin joints in all the world.” Logan muttered under his breath and watched her for a while. He noticed that while she had a mug of beer, she was an expert at not really drinking it. He also noted that she was paying a lot more attention to those around her than she seemed. Finally, Logan pushed up from the booth that he’d been sitting in and made his way to the bar. It didn’t take much to be able to maneuver himself next to the blonde as he asked for another mug of beer.

“Hey.”

Buffy turned her head to look at the source of the voice and smiled. She’d been ready to tell random guy to take a hike, but random guy was a hottie so she’d smiled instead. “Hey.”

He schooled his features into a sheepish expression but Logan’s gaze was sharp on her reactions. “I know this is going to sound like a come on line but it’s not, I promise. I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new to the area? It’s just that this is a local bar and you kind of get to know people.” Logan rushed on to add with an air of embarrassment, “and now that makes me sound like some guy that always hangs out in bars.”

“No it doesn’t. Well yeah maybe a little bit but I know what you mean. We had this place like that where I grew up and good catch. Yeah, I am new, just passing through on my way home.” Buffy held out her hand, her smile grew with his awkward. “I’m Buffy.”

Logan quickly went through the names of people that Max had told him about and Buffy was decidedly not on it, but that didn’t mean anything. People used aliases all the time and a transgenic would definitely use one. “Really? Where’s home and I’m Logan. It’s nice to meet you, Buffy.” He said as he took her hand and shook it.

Her first reaction was that she was very glad that he didn’t make a comment or have any other reaction to her name. That got really old, really fast. Buffy also didn’t hesitate to lie about where home was since she doubted that he’d believe her anyway if she said Tibet in another reality. “Home was California and then I moved to Scotland to be with some friends. What about you? Always lived in Seattle?”

He made little mental notes on what she said as well as went through what he knew. Zack had talked about a few of their siblings had been in California, the odds were pretty good that she was one of them. Logan just couldn’t remember off the top of his head which ones. “California girl, huh? I should have guessed.” Logan smiled full on with that comment. “Seattle born and bred I’m afraid. Did my Junior year of traveling in Europe when I was in college though. Before the Pulse of course.”

Buffy masked her reaction easily and filed that information away. She might have no idea what a Pulse was, but she could make a pretty good guess that it was what made Seattle look like it had been through a World War or an Apocalypse. “Well yeah naturally before the Pulse. Everything changed after that.”

Her attention focused on Logan as she continued, but her expression was easily masked for him to underestimate her. “Government tried to make up for it by going after threats that really weren’t. I mean seriously, ‘the end is near, twilight is coming’.” Buffy rolled her eyes, “you’d think they’d come up with a better shtick than that.”

Logan hadn’t been expecting that but he quickly mentally shifted gears and assumed that what she was alluding to was something that Manticore had planned against the transgenics. “You know the government, they’re good for that. I think that’s why Eyes Only does what he does. Sheds light on things like that.”

Buffy’s heart raced just a little with his answer. Maybe, just maybe she finally had stumbled into a dimension or reality or time or whatever she was in that knew about Twilight. “Yeah, I heard about him. What’s his deal?”

Logan smiled his thanks to the bartender when he set his beer in front of him then looked over at Buffy. “Look, this isn’t really a place to carry on a conversation. Feel like going someplace quiet? I swear I’m not trying to pick you up and I’m not some serial killer.”

She returned his smile easily. “That’s okay, even if you were some serial killer, I’m stronger than I look. Sure. Lead the way.”

He tossed money on the bar for the beer but left it where it was and stood up. Logan wasn’t surprised at all by the answer, and felt a bit of hope that maybe he’d found one of Max’s sisters. “I’m not that far from here and I make a mean pasta tricolore if you’re hungry.”

“Are you kidding? I’d kill for a real meal.” Buffy stood up and let Logan lead her out of the bar and into the night.

Date: 2010-11-08 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tinylegacies.livejournal.com
Awwww they are both in for the sad realization that they can't help each other :(

But excellent story!

Date: 2010-11-09 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] verdant-gt.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

Yeah, I was going to do a story where they talked about lost loves and not being able to be with someone but this took hold and wouldn't let go. Poor Buffy and Logan.

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