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Her day had been awful. She'd spent the whole day snapping at her classes. Some of the boys had been understanding and others had been just little crapheads. She'd responded in kind by being bitchy. Frappachinos had been mainlined because she hadn't gotten any sleep the past two nights and she felt like she was jumping out of her skin. Danny had kissed her when he'd left that morning but he hadn't slipped in the shower with her, which was how they usually started their morning out. In the end she just went straight home after work, took a bubble bath, drank a glass of wine and tried to unwind. It didn't really work, there was too much on her mind and too much on her shoulders. She got out of the bath, tossed on a wife beater, a pair of shorts and stabbed a chopstick through her damp hair. She put her ipod on her Boy Bands playlist (N'Sync was good, thank you very much) and decided to try some Tai Chi. It couldn't hurt and it might center her enough that she could deal with everything and even help Danny deal. The wooden floor was cool and hard beneath her bare feet so she focused on that as she went through the Tai Chi motions in an attempt to lose herself. Every once in a while she'd glance at the clock -defeating the purpose- knowing Danny would be home in a little while, barring any complications at work.

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Danny hadn't been himself since that night in the alley. His world had gotten a lot weirder. His professional life had gotten a lot weirder. His personal life had... he had no clue what was going on there. He was still trying to figure it out. The only thing that he did know was that he wanted Buffy. She made him happier than anyone ever had. And she made him want to be a better person even moreso than normal.

He walked into the apartment and closed and locked the door. Standing there for a moment, he just watched Buffy. She was doing that tai chi thing she did... and it was kind of beautiful.

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Buffy heard Danny walk in and listened as he locked the door. She went ahead and moved through the position, finishing it up before she stopped. She pushed stray strands of hair away from her face and half smiled at him.

"Hey Boyfriend," she said in greeting. She walked over to kiss him lightly on the cheek, both hands on his shoulders as she went up on tiptoe and then went back down on the flat of her feet.

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"Hey girlfriend. You in the zone? Should I take a walk around the block or somethin'?" Danny asked.

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"Nope. I am dezoned. I'm glad you're home," Buffy told him. "I drank like six frappachinos today, wanted to kill the boys and I was just trying to unwind."

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"You and your frappucinos. You want a beer now?" Danny asked, moving further into the apartment and tossing his keys onto the coffee table as he always did. He shrugged out of his coat and started to heel toe his shows off.

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"Please," Buffy answered as she watched Danny go through his usual routine. She wrapped her arms around herself. "How was your day?"

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"Long." Danny walked into the kitchen, ducking around the punching bag and got two beers from the fridge. After taking the caps off he walked back to Buffy to hand one to her. "But the make up you put on my neck worked good. Never even had to touch up."

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Danny actually looked at Buffy this time. She liked the fight. He could respect that. So did he. Except it was SO different. A world of difference. But the H factor... A corner of his lips lifted as his lips curved into a crooked grin. "The H factor... yeah I could see where that could be fun."

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"I knew we'd figure out something beneficial about it," she joked with him, glad to see the crooked grin from him. Maybe it was sort of the beginning of dealing.

"Nothing has to change, Danny. Except that I don't have to lie anymore. And all those things I used to say I couldn't tell you...now I can. I'm all truth, 100% disclosure girl now. I'm still me, just open book me. I'll try to keep my world out of yours as much as possible so that last night never happens again. But if it does...well the one thing oogly-booglys can do to ensure I'm going to kick their ass is hurt my boyfriend. I'll knight in shining armor it."

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Danny ducked his head for a moment before sipping at his beer. "You gotta go easy on me with all this... yeah?"

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Buffy nodded. "No problem. I'll vague things up and forgo specifics unless you ask. I won't tell you anything you don't ask about. I just can't change what I am. I have to do this because it's as much a part of me as breathing. Besides the fact that, the world needs me to do my job."

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"Not askin' you to change. I won't do that. I'm tryin' think about all this and say stuff and it just... I don't want you to change, Summers." Danny arched a brow. "It's like a job?"

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"I know and you can say what you want. I know that it's weird and it kind of throws you off so you get leeway on not saying things 'right'. Especially because you're pro-no-changing Buffy." She shrugged at his question. "Not in the way that I get paid. Well sometimes Giles pays down on my credit card and he gave me moving money to move here but it's more like...a destiny. I know that sounds cheesy and whatever but it's true. I was chosen for this. I wasn't born super strong or super fast and I didn't know that this world existed until I was sixteen. Old guy came up to me in high school and told me that I had a destiny. I told him yeah I know. It was to marry Charlie Sheen and move to Europe. Turns out, I was wrong he was right. So...I call it a job sometimes but it's not a job like anyone else's job."

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"Woah. 50,000?" Danny wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "How do you know that? And what's a slayer? You're called a slayer?"

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"I'm called a slayer. A vampire slayer to be exact," Buffy nodded. It was the first time she'd said the 'v word' since they'd started talking. She pulled the chopstick out of her hair and raked her hands through it. "The Shaman that made the slayers were pretty meticulous about records. Even from the beginning. There are cave paintings about them. The Shamans came to be called watchers and they're like...guidance counselors for slayers. They're also record keepers. Every slayer that has ever been called has a record. They kept a journal and when they die those journals go in the library. The journal I keep, will be the watcher library one of these days. They keep stats...like baseball. Giles knows exactly how many vampires I've slain."

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Danny listened, brow furrowing more and more as he heard what she was saying. "This is crazy."

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"Yeah...it is," Buffy agreed. "It's my life though and I can't back out of it. For the record, I think you're handling it like a champ. I threw a huge fit, acted like I was three, cried and threw things."

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"Really? Cause I kinda feel like I'm flubbin' it all up. Worried about sayin' anything cause I don't wanna lose you." Danny answered quickly.

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"OK, let's get one thing straight. The only way you're going to lose me over this is if you tell me to get out. I know this is so screwed up and so weird and out of the ordinary. I used to have a normal life so I get it. I'd really like it if you didn't call me a freak or a killer because...I've got some issues with that but pretty much anything else you need to say, you can say it. I can't think of any question you can ask that would upset me. It's more...your opinion of me changing that I'm worried about," Buffy told him.

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Danny just stared at her for a long moment before he shook his head. He stepped back to the balcony and left the door open as he lit up. "War?" He managed.

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Buffy sighed and carried her beer out to the balcony to sit next to him.

"War. With guns, swords, scythes, exorcisms, stakes and daggers. It's not the first time, Baby. It probably won't be the last."

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"Wait wait wait.... exorcisms??" Danny shook his head and paced even on the small-ish balcony. "Say somethin' normal real quick."

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"I'm so in like with you," Buffy said. "And tomorrow I think we should have pizza and watch Bruce Lee movies. We can turn it down and make up our own dialogue for it. It'll be fun."

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Danny's lips quirked into a crooked grin. "That sounds good."

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Buffy returned the grin and nodded. "Personally, I like the ones in Japanese because my dialogue is always funnier and then I can complain about the fight scenes without missing anything."