canon au } { of new slayers and chatty ladies

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Dawn: So did you just love senior year so much that you needed to just take it over and over again for the rest of your life?

Peter: [to Derek] I like her. She has spunk. [to Dawn] There's a full moon tomorrow. I'm here just for insurance purposes.

Dawn: Yeah, and what part of "my sister doesn't hunt werewolves" was unclear? Because your sister seemed to get it.

Peter: You going to tell her or I should I?

Derek: I don't think it needs to be said at all.

Peter: [to Dawn] He's just embarrassed. He has full moon performance issues. [doesn't even wince when Derek kicks him under the table]

Dawn: [her brows furrow for a moment before shaking her head] ... So? We used to babysit Oz every full moon to make sure he didn't hurt anyone. Though he was a different kind of wolf than you guys, he actually went all full on Lon Chaney Jr. with shaggy fur and ripped shirts.

Peter: Ooo, that could be an interesting look on you, Derek. Go the full Teen Wolf.

Derek: Why do I even talk to you?

Peter: Because I'm the only other male companion you have in the pack, and you wouldn't know what to do without me.

Dawn: [is so not impressed] I guess what I really want to know is - what's your point?

Derek: [he takes a deep breath] I'm still learning control. Peter uses it as an excuse to hang around campus on the three moon days to make sure he's close to help me if I lose control.

Dawn: [nods once, before glancing back to Peter] How old are you? Thirty?

Peter: Don't you know it's impolite to ask someone their age?

Dawn: Yeah, see, that answer? Means you are probably too old to be hanging around a high school campus like one of those creepy guys trying to lure kids into their back of their van. Or, you know, vampires who want to eat them.

Peter: [looks at Derek] I take it back.

Derek: Will you please just go? It's daylight. I'm fine.

Dawn: Besides, finding your anchor is an emotional thing, right? Ever think that maybe putting all this pressure on him is only making him worse not better because he can't stay calm?

Peter: You really don't know what you're talking about, but good attempt.

Dawn: [her eyes narrow again, because she dislikes your snob, before rolling her eyes] Well, if it's a matter of stopping him before he hurts someone there are three Slayers out here alone that can pin him down until he gets a grip. So if you wanted to take a break and maybe do age appropriate things - we've got it covered.

Peter: You really want to talk to me about controlling wolves when you have been in this town all of a week?

Derek: [and he's getting up] Alright, I'm not getting involved in this. Peter, leave. I'll meet you after school. Dawn, come on, we have to get ready for lab anyway.

Dawn: [has no trouble staring him down because] I'm from Sunnydale. Beacon Hills isn't the only place in the world with werewolves. [but she will listen to Derek and get up to grab her stuff. She possibly envisioning Buffy punching him in the face and it's incredibly satisfying]

Peter: [and he is probably going to just sit there and finish Derek's dessert before getting up and heading off to get coffee]

Buffy: [oh hey look at that! The coffee shop has a brand new waitress who is bouncing around between tables and delivering coffee. She's got her blond hair pulled up in a ponytail and is generally being a ball of sunshine with very impressive reflexes, which makes up for her being slightly clumsy. She's too new for a name tag, but she'll wander over to Peter's table with a smile] What can I get you?

Peter: [well hello new person. You're going to get the charming grin because you're adorable and his type] I'd like a mocha latte and a croissant, thank you.

Buffy: [oh hello attractive stranger. she will return that grin with one of her own, nodding] One mocha latte and a croissant. You got it. I'll be right back. [and off she goes to fetch that for him]

Peter: [and he will sit back and just admire the view before pulling out his Blackberry to check his e-mail]

Buffy: [and it won't take her that long to swing back around again and deliver his order] There you go. Can I get you anything else?

Peter: Depends... on what time you get off. [yup, he's a charmer]

Buffy: [there's a soft laugh because of course it is] Late and unfortunately I have plans so that's probably not going to go the way you hope. [which is Slayer code for "I'm closing and then I'm going to patrol the city in case of evil doers."]

Peter: Well, you can't blame a guy for trying. Perhaps another time?

Buffy: Maybe. I'd have to check my schedule. [which is actually quite busy between raising her sister and raising some Slayers and just generally settling into Beacon Hills, but if he was willing to work for it she could move some things around]

Peter: [he pulls his debit card from his wallet to pay his tab] Well, I could just keep coming back and keep trying. See when your schedule has an opening.

Buffy: [considers before shrugging] I usually work the closing shift. You're free to give it your best shot.

Peter: Well, I'm usually good for cooking breakfast. [and that grin? all about why you'd be there for breakfast as he hands the card over]

Buffy: [she laughs] Wow. There's a line I definitely haven't heard in a while. [and she'll turn to head back to the register] I'll be right back with your receipt.

Peter: Well, that's a shame, obviously you've been talking to a lot of blind people. [leans back again]

Buffy: Nah, more like people who can get more creative with their lines. [also, you know, the undead. she rings him up and heads back again] Guess you're just going to have to try a little harder.

Peter: I'm usually good for a challenge. [and he's going to sign his name and it's fairly legible, if she didn't already catch it on the card]

Buffy: [more like she didn't look but as she takes the receipt, she perks up slightly] Oh! You're a Hale.

Peter: [and while the smile doesn't leave his lips, there is just that careful shift from flirty evaluation to serious threat evaluation] Yes, we tend to be all over the place in town.

Buffy: That's what I've heard, but you're my first random run-in. I just did the whole peace summit thing with Talia. [she doesn't know his relation to her and she isn't going to ask, that's rude. She'll just give a small wave instead] I'm Buffy.

Peter: [the name registers and he nods] Ah, that would be why I haven't seen you before here. Pleasure to meet you. I'm Peter.

Buffy: Peter. [a beat] The brother! Unless ... there's another Hale named Peter?

Peter: No, it's just me. I'm unique that way. [smirks]

Buffy: [she nods] Well, it was nice meeting you. Enjoy the latte. [and she's going to just leave it at that unless he decides to stick around]

Peter: [well, he's going to find a place to sit and enjoy his coffee while finishing his e-mails, and he will occasionally just look up and enjoy the view when he thinks she isn't looking]

Buffy: [oh, she knows. She's got very finely attuned senses. But she's also curious and not entirely sure she minds]

Peter: [but alas, the coffee will run out and his e-mails will be checked and he will have to go. he checks his wallet, then grins and drops the extra $20 in the tip jar and gives her a wink before he goes to head out]

Buffy: [and Buffy will watch him go with a bit of a curious look, but not think anything else of it. She'll just finish her shift and head out to patrol with Dawn who will be doing ... a lot of venting about Uncle Creeper in that entitled teenage way of hers]

Peter: [and he will be dealing with nephew training and until Derek needs to go off to do homework, and then he will be in the preserve in his favorite spot, reading]

Dawn: [and jabber jabber jabber as they hit the preserve because Summers women are chatterboxes]

Peter: [and Hale men are wolves with amazing hearing and when they are on the other side of the tree from him he will roll his eyes] Ladies, if you're trying to flush out creatures, you lose your advantage when they can hear you coming.

Dawn: Oh, look, it's Uncle Judgy.

Buffy: [sighs.] Well, that's kind of the point. To bring the vampires to us instead of having them hunt someone else.

Peter: [sighs and closes his book, standing up] What happen though when you run into the intelligent ones who don't.

Buffy: [eyebrows and straightens a bit] I usually find them anyway, it just takes me a little longer. But considering I usually am the prey of choice, it's never really been a problem before.

Peter: Well, I can see why you'd be their prey of choice. You look far more appetizing than your sister.

Dawn: [GLARE]

Buffy: They want the street cred for having beaten me.

Peter: From what I've heard about Slayers, that's pretty much a death wish.

Buffy: You're not wrong. But there's been a long line of us, so they figure that killing us isn't completely impossible. Each of them wants to be the one to take me out.

Peter: Well, we haven't had much of a vampire problem in Beacon Hills, so hopefully you will have an easier time here.

Buffy: Fingers crossed. But from what I've heard the Sunnydale refugees had to go somewhere.

Peter: They would be better off in LA. Easier to blend in.

Buffy: Yeah, but LA has Angel and he's got a pretty solid hold of things there.

Peter: Yes, but we also have a fair reputation here, which I'm sure you're aware of. Most creatures tend to not want to come into my sister's territory.

Buffy: Maybe. Still this place gives off definite hellmouth-y vibes, so you can never be too careful.

Peter: That would be the nematon. You'd need to talk to Deaton about it.

Buffy: [she nods] He and Giles have been going back and forth about it and I'm waiting for Giles to translate into Buffy friendly words. They start talking about metaphysics and talcum currents and I start to zone out a little.

Dawn: Telluric currents. [sigh]

Peter: Energy waves that power flows on.

Buffy: Yes! Those things. [she nods. she knows she's not the most book smart, but she's not as dumb as she looks] In Sunnydale, the Hellmouth was sort of like a ripples in water and they stretched out from the high school.

Peter: Well, here they are waves that flow and connect certain area.

Buffy: Every place has got something.

Peter: So I've heard.

Dawn: I think so long as we avoid giant snakes and the town turning into a sinkhole we'll be in good shape.

Peter: I would like to avoid that at all costs, thank you.

Buffy: You and me both.

Peter: Well, I will leave you ladies to your discussion. Have a good evening.

Buffy: [she nods] You two.

Dawn: [thin smile as she turns to follow her sister, and back they go again to debating whatever random thing they were debating last time]

Peter: [and he will watch them from afar, and then smirk to himself and head back home]