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A Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Supernatural crossover, with a couple Angel scenes thrown in as well.

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Pairing: Buffy/Dean, Sam/Faith, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya, and Angel/Cordelia.

Disclaimer: I don't own either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural, just couldn't resist making a story about it.

A/N: So, I don't know how long this will be yet, but I want it to have quite a few chapters. I love reading cross-overs but get disappointed when they only have one or two chapters. This story will take place in season 4, (I would have done it in season 5, but I don't like Dawn's character) after Faith has woken up from her coma, and wants revenge on Buffy, but gets caught up in the hunt (meaning she doesn't switch bodies with Buffy), and becomes grounded by Sam, who brings her back from the dark side. Dean and Sam make their way to Sunnydale on the trail of a large group of vampires and meet up with the Scooby Gang. Tara is still new to the group, only knows Willow, and still believes what her father told her about being part demon. Yes, the timelines are going to be different, it will take place in the middle of season two of Supernatural, right after the episode "Hunted" and Gordon gets sent to jail. Yes the years are different, but this is the timeline I want to set for a Dean/Buffy romance, and it's my favorite season for Willow and Tara. Also, I never liked Riley so after everything that happened with the Initiative in "Goodbye Iowa" they've decided to take a breather, put some space between them for a while (enter Dean, a sexy older man that's just the right mix of "good and bad" for Buffy). I might put a Dean/Riley fight somewhere in here ... but it would be in the later chapters. And yes I thought of the differences between the vampires in the two shows. I'll either be making it so that the Hellmouth has something to do with vampires being vulnerable to flames, holy water, sunlight ... or it will be the way that the vampires are changed that determines how they can die. Because in Buffy you have to drink their blood, and they have to drink yours, but in Supernatural, I think you just have to drink theirs.

Okay, so enough of my chatter. And on with the story! As always, please read and review, I love getting feedback. Constructive criticism is welcome, but if you're just gonna point out all the "inconsistencies" don't bother, as pointed out above, a lot of things will be different. So if you have questions, or want to clarify some changes, leave a comment or message me and I'll try to explain as best as I can.

How about to simplify ... this fic is mostly AU, and will contain some original thoughts, scenes, and facts from the three series ... there!

Oy ... that's quite enough out of me. Enjoy!

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"They smell good, don't they?" Buffy asks, straightening out the sheet on her end.

"What?"

"Clean sheets, like summer," she tells her friend.

Faith sighs. "I wouldn't know."

"Right, I forgot," Buffy replies sheepishly.

Faith gives a half smile. "I noticed."

"I wish I could stay, but ..." she trails off, not really knowing how to word it.

"Little sis coming. I know," Faith finishes for her. Like always.

"So much to do before she gets here."

The two women, so alike, but so different, walk around to the end of the bed, admiring their work.

"Now I really have to ..."

"So go," Faith says. "Don't let me keep ..."

Blood drips off of Faith and onto the bed. "Damn, just when we'd made it so nice."

She looks down at the blade protruding from her gut.

"Are you ever gonna take this thing out?" Faith asks her, wincing in pain.

Their eyes meet for a second, and then Buffy forces the knife in deeper.

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Buffy sat up in her bed, breathing heavily. Holding a hand to her head, rubbing her throbbing temple, she has to remind herself it was only a dream.

She looked across the dorm room and saw Willow sound asleep in her bed, and slowly made her way out of the room and to the bathroom across the hall.

Faith.

It's been so long since she'd thought about her, but now, as she ran water over her face with trembling fingers, she couldn't not think of the other Slayer.

You have no idea how much I wish now that things could have been different. We could have been great friends. We have more in common than just about anyone else.

Drying her face, she made her way back out of the bathroom and into her room, sliding under the covers.

Okay, dream analysis time. So, me and Faith in a room. Looked like the spare bedroom in my mom's house. Making a bed for some "little sis" ... well, I don't have a little sister, and Faith had never mentioned having one. So maybe Faith was referring to herself. I mean, I did always feel kind of like her big sister. Maybe she's going to wake up from her coma. I should go to the hospital tomorrow and check up on her. I just know there's still some good in her, and with the mayor gone and not messing with her head anymore, maybe I can reach out to her.

Sighing, Buffy turned over in her bed.

Tomorrow's a new day. Me and the rest of the Scooby's can figure it out then.

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The sound of his baby purring along was the most comforting sound in the world to Dean. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he looked over at his snoring brother.

He turned up the radio as an old Twisted Sister song started up.

"There's only one thing I can say to you, I Wanna Rock!" Dean sang into Sam's ear, causing his brother to jump.

Dean laughed as his brother glared at him through half-open eyes. "Hey, sleepy head, we're almost there."

"Shut up, jerk," Sam said, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that," Dean said, opening his window and letting in the cool night air.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, sitting up in his seat and knocking over some of the papers in his lap.

"Just after 3," Dean answered. "I already called ahead to the motel and booked our rooms."

"Thanks," Sam said, leaning his head against the window.

"You okay?" Dean asked him, concerned for his little brother.

"Yeah, just tired."

Dean nodded. "Well, you'd better get some sleep tonight, tomorrow we start hunting. This town, Sunnydale, according to Ash, is like some big magnet for supernatural activity, and this girl, Buffy Summers, has been at the center of it for the past three or four years."

"Yeah, Dean, I know the case," Sam said. "Maybe next time just try shaking my shoulder or something."

"Okay, Grumpy Gus," Dean said, turning off the street into the motel parking lot. "We're here."

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Tara sat cross-legged on her bed, diary in front of her, writing with nervous fingers.

"Maybe my father was right," she said to an empty room as she wrote on the paper. "Maybe I never should have come here. I lied to Willow, I wrecked the spell that we did. But if I hadn't, she would have seen the truth about me, and then she would never come back."

Tara stopped writing. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back.

She took a deep breath and wrote in her diary: It won't happen again.

Setting her book in the drawer of her bedside table, Tara got back under the covers of her double bed and clapped out the light.

"If Willow finds out, she finds out, and I'll just have to explain it to her the best I can. I think she'll understand. And I'll never mess up a spell on purpose again. Not with Willow."

I can choose not to be a demon. I have to.

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Grabbing her head in pain, Cordelia dropped the files she was holding and cried out.

"Cordelia!" Angel yelled, rushing to her side immediately.

Images flashed through Cordelia's head, and she almost immediately recognised them as Sunnydale.

"Sunnydale ... two men ... vampires ... Buffy!" she cried out, and then the flashes stopped, and the pressure on her head was released.

Angel helped her to the nearest chair and sat her down.

"What about Buffy?" he asked, worried.

"A pack of vampires in Sunnydale, bigger than Buffy's ever faced. Two men, I think they were just men, and one of them was holding something ... a sword maybe, at her neck."

That was all Angel needed to hear. Standing up, he grabbed his coat and was halfway out the door when Cordelia stopped him.

"Angel, wait," she said.

"Cordelia, I don't have time to wait," he told her. "Buffy needs help, now."

"Exactly why you're taking me and Wesley with you."
Angel stared at her.

"Look there's something more to this vision, I can feel it," she said. "And you're gonna need all the back-up you can get. We can pick up Wesley on our way out."

He began to protest, but he could see from her face that her mind was made up.

"Fine," he said. "But we leave right now."

Cordelia nodded, and they made their way downstairs to his arsenal, and Cordelia called Wesley, apparently waking him from a very good dream.

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Her eyes snapped open, staring around the room, blinking a few times at the bright lights.

Where am I?

And then she remembered Buffy stabbing her. She felt her stomach under the sheets, but she appeared to be whole.

I'm in a hospital. The mayor ... graduation! Buffy!

Faith removed the needles and pressure pads and whatever the hell else they stuck on her from her body, and made her way out of the hospital, stealing some clothes out of the nurses locker room as she went.

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Okay, end of chapter one. What do you think so far?

Reviews are wanted and appreciated!

Until next time ...