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Title: From The Top TtH2 Prompt: #1 Beginning Summary: All Mal wants are some answers. From The Top Buffy walked out of the infirmary in front of who she assumed was the doctor. He had never bothered to introduce himself. She carefully looked over the other six people waiting for them. There was a large hulking man that had mercenary written all over him. A dark skinned woman watched her with her arms crossed over her chest. She was clearly trying to assess any threat from Buffy, which meant she was also a fighter. A blond haired man with wide eyes sat at the edge of a sofa and gave her a small smile. Beside him was a woman who looked to be about her age with a smudge of something on her pretty face. The only other female in the room looked to be about Dawn’s age. She had long dark hair and even darker eyes that seemed to see right through her. It was a little unsettling. “Doc check ya out and give ya the all clear?” The angry looking, but still handsome, man asked. Buffy looked over to the man from the infirmary. He was now hovering over the youngest woman. “Well, Doc? Am I going to live?” “Yes, she’s fine. Completely healthy,” he replied. “Good, “ the man said with a curt nod. “Now, who the hell are you and how’d you get on my gorram ship?” “Whoa, no hi, how are you? My name is so and so?” Buffy asked. “For all I know you could just be a minion doing your master’s bidding. I’ll have you know that I only talk to the head guy.” “And that’s me.” “And you are?” The man frowned and ground out, “Captain Malcolm Reynolds.” “Well now, that didn’t hurt, now did it? I’m Buffy Summers.” She looked around at the others. “Who’s the audience?” “My crew,” he said shortly. “Now how did you get here?” “Displaced doesn’t know,” the woman with long hair said. Buffy gave her a strange look before returning her attention back to the captain. “I don’t know.” “How can ya not know how ya ended up on my ship?” “What do you want me to say? One minute I’m searching a dead demon for an amulet to stop the end of the world and the next I’m waking up in your infirmary. Is that what you want to hear?” “No, I want the truth.” “Umm, do we remember that she said stupid demon when she landed in the cargo bay?” The man with blond hair asked, his hand in the air like a grade school kid. “She did say that,” the large, hulking man said, peering at her with an almost predatory look. The slayer groaned. This was not going to be easy. It was obvious she was going to have to tell them something. Her mind raced as it tried to come up with a plausible story. “I don’t even know where to start.” “How about the beginnin’,” the captain suggested. “Which beginning is that? How the world really started? When my life started to suck? Or just this situation in general?” Buffy retorted. “Just from the sucky life,” the girl said firmly. “World will just confuse him.” Buffy gave her a sharp look. “Telepath?” The doctor moved to stand in front of her but she pushed him away. “No, Simon. Displaced won’t hurt the girl. Safe with her. She stops the evil.” “My mind isn’t a happy place to…” Buffy began. “Not as dark and sad as others,” the girl said. “Tell them. Won’t believe you at first. Will take time.” “From the beginning?” “From Merrick.” Previous Part Serenity Menu Do We Trust Her? |
