Written by Czar Fruitcake
SUMMARY: a strange incident from Buffy’s past
Four year old Buffy Summers was playing in a sandbox in the park, her mother talking to the other mothers on a nearby park bench.
“Psssst!” she heard an unfamiliar voice say.
She looked around, her blonde pigtails flying through the air as she moved her head.
“Over here!” she heard a voice say.
She looked down, and saw a little green man sitting next to her. “Hi!” she said. “I’m Buffy, who are you?”
“My name’s Coincidence,” the leprechaun said. “I want you to do me a favor.”
“Okay,” little Buffy said amiably. “What?”
“I want you to burn things,” the leprechaun said, and then he disappeared.
“Burn things,” Buffy said aloud, not knowing that she would spend years fighting her pyromania, banishing the memory of the leprechaun to the far corners of her unconscious. “I can do that.”