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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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Buffy furrowed her brow and watched him for a moment before she pushed off the wall and stepped in front of him, her arms going around his neck. She leaned in and kissed him very lightly on the mouth, still not sure how much to push. "Hey, I'm gonna be fine. Don't worry about me. And I don't have cancer...so that's a plus."

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Danny returned the kiss, his free hand resting lightly at the side of her waist. "Buffy that... thing the other night... he was strong as hell. You're tinier than me. What all can you do??"

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Buffy gnawed on her bottom lip a moment. "I'm strong...as strong as he was. Maybe stronger. I'm pretty sure I can bench press a car...at least once. I'm faster than anything human. I'm naturally athletic and I pick weapons up like I've used them my whole life. I'm not superman but this is what I was made to do and I'm the very best in the whole world at it." She paused and shrugged. "Giles says maybe ever but he's biased."

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"How long?" Danny asked. "How long have you been doin' it?"

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"Eleven years," Buffy answered. "Since I was sixteen. It made highschool...complicated to say the least."

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"And how long have they... the... count chocula's been hangin' around." More questions.

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"Uhm...I don't know? The first slayer was made in 50,000 BC in Africa," Buffy answered. "There are a lot of different myths about them and how they came about. No one knows for sure. Just in 50,000 BC they became enough of a problem that some misogynistic Shaman decided to do something about it. That something was a girl they made like me."