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Who: Scott Summers and Buffy Summers
What: Buffy lands an interview at the Jean Grey Outreach Center.
When: Backdated to early August.
Where: Jean Grey Outreach Center.
Rating/Warnings: Low.
Status: Complete!



Summers didn't seem like an uncommon name for Buffy, no, but she had never met a person with the same last name she wasn't related to. Could, of course, be a coincidence. Either way, Buffy was going to treat him like a proper employer and dressed well for the interview, folder in hand.

"Scott?"

“Buffy?” He’d heard stranger names, and that was normal names and not codenames. Though he did think they were running out of codenames, he thought. He stood from behind his desk and held his hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Buffy smiled and gave his hand a firm shake. “Likewise. And you weren’t kidding about the drive. At least it’s scenic?” She had no idea something like that even existed, especially out here. Pretty nifty, though.

“Something about the area makes it easier to make it through the day, I think. Have a seat.” There was something vaguely familiar about her, but he couldn’t replace what it was. She kind of reminded him of Kitty but that wasn’t it.

“Thanks!” She took a seat, tucking some stray hair behind her ears, and set the resume on his desk before folding her hands on her lap. “Gave me a good reason to polish it up, finally. Oh! And I tried calling the father figure to see if a Scott Summers rung the bell, but it sounds like when he divorced my mom, he also divorced me, so.” Oh. Wait. Spilling personal information on a guy she wanted to hire her. Not good. Buffy winced. “Sorry. For the verbal vomit.”

“Sorry to hear that. Family is...complicated.” His own was a convoluted mess. He picked up her resume to look through it. “What is your dad’s name?”

Well, he asked, and it’d be rude if she didn’t answer. “Hank. Hank Summers. Lives in Los Angeles right now.” Buffy bit her lip as Scott went through her resume. It was filled with extracurricular involvement which sometimes paid, sometimes didn’t, and if it did, they were the only things classified under the employment section other than a fast food job she had flipping burgers when she was seventeen. But it still counted, right? And jobs like that were great foundations for other employment responsibilities, right?

Lots of internal arguing there, Buff. Chill.

“Had an uncle named Hank..” Scott tilted his head as he looked over the resume. He wasn’t bothered by a lack of experience. She was young and everyone started out without any. She was better off than a lot of people. “What do you think you’d like to do here?”

Whatever you got open was what she wanted to say, but instead Buffy sighed, leaning back into her chair. “Look. I’m some slightly confused college student that’s supposed to become some vampire slayer. Every day I get stronger, I heal faster than usual, and I can pick up a weapon and suddenly know how to use it because I’ve used it in dream-land. If you’ve got something physical that helps me practice kung-fu moves and benefits you, I’m all for it. But if not, I can answer phone calls and write memos and transfer people to voicemails. I’d like to say I can help give good advice and counsel, but my little sister’s a nightmare despite my attempts, so let’s just assume I’m bad at that.”

“Well, as part of your pay we’ve got a Danger Room you can train in. Consider it a benefit. But Jen -our secretary - could use an assistant.” He smiled at her. “I’ll keep you away from the impressionable younguns. But it wouldn’t hurt to show some of the girls you can kick ass.”

Buffy looked strangely relief. It was definitely something, sounded easy, and the Danger Room - whatever it was - sounded like a perk she could definitely use. Mostly to let out some steam. And to see how far all these ‘slayers perks’ went. “I can do that. I know how to work a copy machine like nobody’s business, and I’m proficient in the art of printing.”

Plus, it was a way to pay rent.

He nodded, and held out his hand. “I don’t see anything that sets off any alarm bells. Assuming your drug test comes back clean you can start Monday.”

“Sounds good!” She grinned mirthfully and shook his hand. “I’ll see you Monday, then? Can’t wait to get a tour of this place, either. It’s pretty impressive.”

“Why don’t I show you around before you head out?” Scott got to his feet, adjusting his glasses and glancing out the window.

“Oh, uh, sure! If you have the time!” It wouldn’t hurt, plus she was actually very curious about the entire place to begin with. “Kitty doesn’t work here, does she? For some reason it seems like a place I could see her at.”

“She volunteers sometimes, and she’s dating my daughter who works here sometimes too.” Mostly Kitty ran the...discrete things. It was amusing, and he didn’t particularly blame her for asserting herself. He and Logan hadn’t exactly behaved with each other.

“Oh! You’re Rachel’s dad! Well, I’ve seen Rachel once. At Disney. I hear about her mostly from Kitty. You know, for a dad, you actually look pretty young.” Buffy crossed her arms and grinned. “That’s a good thing, though! How is she doing? I remember her going through some hospital recovery not too long ago.”

“Uh, thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck and really hoped she wasn’t flirting. “She’s doing a lot better. It was pretty touch and go for awhile, and the house got damaged in the process.” How did one explain the Phoenix?

Buffy winced. "Sorry to hear that. I heard it had to do with the giant firebird in the sky. Not sure if I want the details since everything seems under control."

“That’s what it’s related to, yes. It’s...really complicated, but I’ll leave that to Rachel to discuss.” Scott gestured for her to follow him. “Tour. I’ll show you the above ground, and then? The Danger Room.”

“The above ground comment tends to insinuate that there’s something below ground,” Buffy said, brows furrowed at the idea.