It's all AU.

Buffy wandered out into the warm evening, tossing a stake idly over and over in her hand.

"Anyone seen any vampires that need staking?" she inquired lightly.

Quite frankly, she was bored.

Jack stood in the window of the shop he'd got his coat from. He took the coat off and draped it back around the shoulders of the mannequin who'd worn it before him.

"Suits you better than me, buddy," he said softly, patting the mannequin on the shoulder, and turned away to find a different coat.

Perhaps a jacket. Something shorter and lighter.