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Graveyard Patrol: Evening

Another evening and Mel finds herself back in the graveyard doing patrol duty in a vampire-less fandom. She feels little naked being out there without her ~~axe~~ scythe and just carrying a stick of wood.

However this round of patrolling? She's definitely not alone.

"Seriously. I'm supposed to dust a lurk with just a stick?"

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"Oh yeah," Willow assured her. "Buffy used to carry one called Mr. Pointy."

"She named her stake?" Mel said looking confused. "Seriously?"

"No, Kendra did," Willow said. "Kendra was the second Slayer who was called when Buffy died only not really because whoever created you guys never heard of a little concept called CPR? So Kendra was another Slayer only she was all Watcher trained and had one shirt, one hobby and, let's face it, one facial expression. But she was still a person deep down so she got sort of attached to the stake and named it."

"Sounds to me like somebody was in serious need of a stuffed animal. Or a pet," Mel replied peering around a grave stone marked "Alpert". "I think I read something about that in the watchers library. After her came that Faith girl, right?"

"Right," Willow said. "Only Faith went skanky and evil and now's as good a time as any to mention that generally speaking I don't like it when Slayers sleep with guys I've got feelings for. Or anhyone else, for that matter, but Faith sort of started the trend and frankly I feel this is a hobby the rest of the universe can give up in favor of, say, coin collecting."

Mel pouted at that. "Okay so basically I shouldn't sleep with anyone you know? That really cuts down on the cute looking guy pool. Can we get an agreement that I will at least not to touch anyone you are currently seeing and check if anyone else is okay before anyone hits the mattress?"

"Oh yeah," Willow said. "Right now I only care about Peter. Well care as in care. There are plenty of people that I like but you are more than welcome to sleep with and/or smooch them to your heart's content because there we're just talking about friends wherease with Peter we're talking about me hauling out spells that I swear to Giles I don't know. Oh! And I mean Peter Pevensie. Go nuts with the other Peters if you want."

"So many Peters, so little time," Mel replied and the turned. "And by Peters I mean the names not the... oh forget about it. So Faith went evil? I only got as far in the watcher journals until that Pryce guy showed up and I had to stop reading. That guy must have been a real tool."

"Wesley was..." Willow started to say, and then let that stay right where it was since, well, yes. "Faith went evil, then she went coma. So really there's a morality play right there for ya."

"Coma huh? Sounds like something I'd watch on the scopes back home," Mel said hopping up to sit on a gravestone. "So back in sunnydale did you do a lot of patrolling?"

"Yep," Willow said. Out of habit she looked around for any fresh graves. "Back in Sunnydale this is pretty much what we did for fun. And not so much fun. And things in between since it wasn't a huge town and the only place to go to other than all the graveyards was the Bronze and occasionally the vampires and evil demons would be thoughtful enough to come to the Bronze for us. We got used to it."

"Hunting lurks for fun," Mel said with a grin. "Glad to know I'm not the only one who has a bizarre definition for the word."

"Oo! Next time? Snacks and walkie-talkies." Willow looked far too eager about this.

"Sure. Snacks are good," Mel agreed. "I usually end up chowing down as soon as I get back from a patrol anyway. Well, that is if there was anything to slay."

Mel looked around the graveyard. "Heeeeeeeeere lurky lurks..."

"I don't think anybody's died recently," Willow said. "Any of the crypts look like good real estate?"

"If so I'm not buying a plot," Mel replied not understanding what she was saying. "So other than that Angel guy someone was telling me about has there been an actual vampire here to slay?"

No. Mel wasn't disappointed. Really.

"Not that I've seen," Willow said. "But keep a good thought. Evil could be anywhere."

"Yeah," Mel replied in a tone that she both wanted that to happend but didn't at the same time. "So... How well did you know your Buffy? Did she ever talk about her dreams or anything?

"Sometimes, yeah," Willow said. "Why, are you having prophetic ones?"

Mel frowned a bit. "No. Actually none at all. Apparently Slayers are supposed to have dreams about the ones that came before them and to warn them of upcoming problems. I didn't get that link apparently."

"Oh." Willow pondered this. "Well it wasn't a constant or anything. Buffy only got hers in special circumstances. Ooo! You should ask Xander."

"Yeah well the link thing? It's why the watchers from my time sent me back. Probably right before they set themselves on fire," Mel replied. "Who's Xander?"

"He's a Scooby like me!" Willow said. "Only now he's a Watcher and he's here looking for you and set themselves on fire???"

"Yeah. The guy showed up one day, said I was chosen to purge the world of demons through fire and then lit a match," Mel replied. "Almost set the entire borough on fire. So watchers? Yeah not high on my list of people to trust."

Mel gave Willow a suspicious look. "So this Xander guy is looking for me?"

"He is," Willow said. "But he's not a firey type, honest! He's very good! If I was a Slayer I would totally trust him."

"Yeah. Sure. I read about those Watcher types and the whole cruciatum thing," Mel replied seriously. "I'm not sure I'm the watcher type."

"Buffy wasn't either," Willow said. "We really had to break Giles in so he'd understand that being all Councily was not the way to go."

"Huh," Mel said in a non-commital way. "I'll think about it. Do you and this Xander guy go back a ways?"

"Since birth!" Willow said. "Well, admittedly not this Xander. My Xander's still back in Sunnydale and this Xander's from a Sunnydale a dimension removed and apparently five years in the future on for how it's now in the present besides. But I'd still trust him. I do trust him. I've told him things I haven't told Xander back home."

"Okay. Let me get this straight... Buffy is here but not Dawn's Buffy because she's from another timeline. You're here but you're not from Buffy's timeline or Dawn's. Now there's a Xander but not your Xander," Mel tried to summarize. "Okay is there anyone here from the same place? Or does some higher power have a bizarre sense of humor?"

"I'm pretty sure Dean and Sam are directly related," Willow said.

Mel might have gotten a dreamy expression on her face at that moment. "Hmmm. But no one where you're from though? I feel like I need a map to keep everyone straight."

"I made a spreadsheet."

"I have one of those on my bed already," Mel replied. "Though if you have an extra blanket that would be rocketship."

"Rocketship?" Willow repeated, easily distracted. "Is that another way of saying cool? Um - good? Um - that you approve of what it is we're talking about?"

"Yeah. Rocketship," Mel said with a grin. "You do have those? Right? I mean the lack of flying cars is a disappointment but I can live without them for a while."

"We don't have those yet," Willow said, looking woeful. "Flying cars I mean. Though we do have rocketships. Shuttles, even. And satellites that fly around up in space and allow someone with dedicated computer knowledge to get all sorts of interesting information, legally or otherwise."

"Computers? You mean like the Grid?" Mel asked. "We don't have a lot of those in my area. Mostly the uppers had those around and mostly to protect their stuff. Pretty easy to get by if you know what you are doing though."

"Well yes," Willow agreed with a grin. "But that's what makes it so fun."

Mel hopped off the gravestone and gave Willow a hopeful look. "You think you might be able to find something on the whole prophetic dream thing I'm supposed to have in the computer stuff around here? If I'm going to get back home I'm going to have to figure out how to get connected to it."

"Sure," Willow said. "Want me to look up portal spells and time travel too?"

"Yeah," Mel said sticking the stake in her back pocket. "Just in case my watchers sent me here on a one way ticket. You ready to head back to the dorms? I think the graveyard is safe to let be."

"Sure," Willow said. "This way I can get in some good fretting before I get to sleep tonight."

"What do you have to fret about?" Mel asked with a small grin.

"Rescue party for Bridge and Z," Willow said. "Where not only are my friends involved but the aforementioned boyfriend as well. If I don't fret about it it practically guarantees they'll all die. I can't have that on my conscience."

"I'm sure they'll be fine," Mel assured her. "Let's do a ~~handwavey~~ side trip to that Kwik Stop place. Vampires or no vampires, I need a post-patrol snack and I hear some pop tarts calling my name."

"I call dibs on Corn Nuts," Willow said with a smile, and followed along.

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