It's all AU.

It was late but Buffy couldn't sleep. To be honest, she'd more or less given up trying to sleep. She couldn't bear the dreams of Angel any more.

Instead, she'd slung on some jogging pants and a hoodie and wandered out into the hotel grounds, wishing there were some vampires around to stake. She actually missed patrolling. But despite various mentions of dangerous beings here, she hadn't come across any.

Then she caught a movement amongst the trees and she went still, listening, stake raised at the ready.

Jack settled beside John at the bar, studying him out of the corner of his eye before saying casually, "You're late, you know. Buy me a drink."

Ianto showered, put on trainers and jeans and wandered out again. He was trying not to find this place creepy; or at least not to show it, keeping his muscles loose, and looking curious more than anything else, hands in his pockets. He wished he had a gun. No such luck.

He headed towards the coffee machine, grabbing a cup and trying to to be freaked that it tasted like his. "Tell me I'm projecting," he said out loud, absently.