Who: Jack Landors and Buffy Summers. What: Jack really wants to return Buffy version 2.0. Says theirs major malfunctions. When:Just after her graffiti, evening. Where: The streets. Warnings: probably violent, actiony type, maybe angst..uh..TBA! lets go with that. Status: in progress.
He had to find her. Or it. Yeah..it made more sense. This couldn't be Buffy, the Buffy he knew wouldn't have threatened him. Certainly wouldn't have threatened Xander. He wasn't in the mood for this bullshittery. He didn't even have time to nurse his hang over or tend to his wounds. They were left bandaged and itchy. Simply put; he was cranky and if he had anything to say about it, this would be ending quickly. Where was she? He'd checked all their usual spots, from the burger joint to the Coffee shops and then it dawned on him. Graveyards. Slayer. Vampires rise from graves. Duh. Hey cut him a break he wasn't the one who came from Sunnydale, monsters and aliens were more his thing. He'd been heading towards the Hyperion even though he knew he wasn't a member at a loss of what to do, and Buffy was important to him. He wasn't about to just do nothing. He had to check one more place.
Jack backtracked and rounded a vacant street corner, that's when he was forced to do a double take at the scene infront of his eyes. He really hoped this was a hallucination, some weird side affect of a failed suicide attempt. That he'd wake up tomorrow and everyone's favorite slayer would be helping the innocent, not trying to stab them in heart with stakes while they screamed and struggled. He took a breath and drew the blaster, firing at her hands and forcing her to drop the weapon and free the victim. "I'm all for change, but this is ridiculous. "