Who Are You? - Chapter 6 (Buffy/Nick)
Title: Not Quite Warren Buffett
Author: Lisa
Status: 6/100
Chapter List: Broken Swords // Interrogations // The Only One // Ring of Fire // Trace // Not Quite Warren Buffet
Rating: PG -13
Fandom: BtVS/CSI
Pairing: Buffy/Nick Stokes
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: With a hundred percent certainty Buffy knew she’d never be the next Warren Buffet but she’d learned Budgeting 101 the hard way.
Challenge: Prompt#026: Money Written for tth100
Spoilers: NA
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy. No infringement intended. CSI and all related characters are copyright of Anthony E. Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television & CBS. No infringement intended.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
AN: Wow… been a really long time since I last posted, I suppose that is what happens when you have a baby. So, no I haven’t forgotten about this piece just been more then a little preoccupied with motherhood. Thanks for your patience! Thanks to both Ava and Ponder for beta’ing this piece, all mistakes are mine.
A set of keys dangled precariously between Buffy’s teeth as she juggled the stack of books that filled her arms. Lifting up a leg, she placed the ball of her boot-encased foot on the door of her Volkswagon Jetta and pushed it closed.
Still managing to keep her balance, got to love those Slayer skills, Buffy turned toward the small house she’d purchased weeks earlier. Black wrought iron fencing covered in ivy enclosed the tiny yard from the driveway. The grass, a luscious green and thick in texture still felt coarse when she walked on it with bare feet. Small palm trees littered the yard and other plants that Buffy didn’t know the names of filled the rest, creating a tropical oasis in the desert.
The staccato click of her heels filled the quiet evening as she walked along the stone pathway towards the back door. This purchase had been more impulsive than planned. She had wanted to get a feel for the neighborhood along with a pricing bracket when she’d arranged the appointment. Unfortunately, the eclectic owner had other plans and within the first half hour had Buffy trying to figure out a payment plan.
Glinda had reminded her of her Mom, full of life and passion for art. The small bungalow was filled with various pieces that she knew would’ve caused her Mom to stop and stare at before asking for the history of each. Even the house seemed to have a comforting feeling to it; a feeling that Buffy hadn’t felt for years.
To buy the small, but cozy home Buffy had to scrape all of her money together. With a hundred percent certainty Buffy knew she’d never be the next Warren Buffet but she’d learned Budgeting 101 the hard way. Being resurrected only to realize that you’re so far in the red that you could almost start a charity in your name wasn’t anything she’d like to redo.
Giles’ generosity with the Magic Shop had helped and when the Council was reestablished her salary pretty much took care of the remaining debt. Still, she hadn’t been keen on where the money was coming from and while she and Dawn were in Rome Buffy had gotten a job. Her minimal pay cheques were directly deposited into a private bank account.
After announcing her desire to leave and head to Vegas, Giles had wanted to keep her on salary, stating that she deserved back payment for all her years of service but she couldn’t accept it. She didn’t want to feel in debt to the one place that forced her to resist the calling that still strongly pulled at her.
Somehow, through scraping all her money together and begging the bank to help her out she’d managed to obtain the house.
Holding the books in one hand Buffy carefully lifted her hand, taking the keys from her mouth and inserting the correct one into the lock. The dead bolt was loud as it released and she swung the door open, stepping inside before she placed the books down on the dark wood console with a heavy ‘thwack’.
Tucking an errant strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Buffy felt a bit nostalgic for when she used to come home to find Dawn and Andrew fighting over who ate the last of the leftover pasta.
Her petite hand subconsciously reached behind her, closing the thick mahogany door and flicked the dead bolt back in place. Buffy dropped her shoulder and felt the thick leather strap of her tote slide off her shoulder and down her arm before falling to the hardwood floor. Reaching out she pressed the ‘play’ button on her answering machine before she crouched next to her bag to pull out the mail she’d picked up on the way home.
“Ms. Summers, this is Nick Stokes calling from the Las Vegas Crime Lab.”
Buffy felt her eyes widen in worry as her heart rate increased. Had they found the demon and some clue that pointed to her? She’d been so careful with the clean up.
“I know you said that you didn’t recall any mucus on your clothing, but I was hoping you could drop off what you were wearing the night you found Mr. Carlson for examination.”
~Fin~
Completed: June 3, 2008
Author: Lisa
Status: 6/100
Chapter List: Broken Swords // Interrogations // The Only One // Ring of Fire // Trace // Not Quite Warren Buffet
Rating: PG -13
Fandom: BtVS/CSI
Pairing: Buffy/Nick Stokes
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: With a hundred percent certainty Buffy knew she’d never be the next Warren Buffet but she’d learned Budgeting 101 the hard way.
Challenge: Prompt#026: Money Written for tth100
Spoilers: NA
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy. No infringement intended. CSI and all related characters are copyright of Anthony E. Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television & CBS. No infringement intended.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
AN: Wow… been a really long time since I last posted, I suppose that is what happens when you have a baby. So, no I haven’t forgotten about this piece just been more then a little preoccupied with motherhood. Thanks for your patience! Thanks to both Ava and Ponder for beta’ing this piece, all mistakes are mine.
A set of keys dangled precariously between Buffy’s teeth as she juggled the stack of books that filled her arms. Lifting up a leg, she placed the ball of her boot-encased foot on the door of her Volkswagon Jetta and pushed it closed.
Still managing to keep her balance, got to love those Slayer skills, Buffy turned toward the small house she’d purchased weeks earlier. Black wrought iron fencing covered in ivy enclosed the tiny yard from the driveway. The grass, a luscious green and thick in texture still felt coarse when she walked on it with bare feet. Small palm trees littered the yard and other plants that Buffy didn’t know the names of filled the rest, creating a tropical oasis in the desert.
The staccato click of her heels filled the quiet evening as she walked along the stone pathway towards the back door. This purchase had been more impulsive than planned. She had wanted to get a feel for the neighborhood along with a pricing bracket when she’d arranged the appointment. Unfortunately, the eclectic owner had other plans and within the first half hour had Buffy trying to figure out a payment plan.
Glinda had reminded her of her Mom, full of life and passion for art. The small bungalow was filled with various pieces that she knew would’ve caused her Mom to stop and stare at before asking for the history of each. Even the house seemed to have a comforting feeling to it; a feeling that Buffy hadn’t felt for years.
To buy the small, but cozy home Buffy had to scrape all of her money together. With a hundred percent certainty Buffy knew she’d never be the next Warren Buffet but she’d learned Budgeting 101 the hard way. Being resurrected only to realize that you’re so far in the red that you could almost start a charity in your name wasn’t anything she’d like to redo.
Giles’ generosity with the Magic Shop had helped and when the Council was reestablished her salary pretty much took care of the remaining debt. Still, she hadn’t been keen on where the money was coming from and while she and Dawn were in Rome Buffy had gotten a job. Her minimal pay cheques were directly deposited into a private bank account.
After announcing her desire to leave and head to Vegas, Giles had wanted to keep her on salary, stating that she deserved back payment for all her years of service but she couldn’t accept it. She didn’t want to feel in debt to the one place that forced her to resist the calling that still strongly pulled at her.
Somehow, through scraping all her money together and begging the bank to help her out she’d managed to obtain the house.
Holding the books in one hand Buffy carefully lifted her hand, taking the keys from her mouth and inserting the correct one into the lock. The dead bolt was loud as it released and she swung the door open, stepping inside before she placed the books down on the dark wood console with a heavy ‘thwack’.
Tucking an errant strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Buffy felt a bit nostalgic for when she used to come home to find Dawn and Andrew fighting over who ate the last of the leftover pasta.
Her petite hand subconsciously reached behind her, closing the thick mahogany door and flicked the dead bolt back in place. Buffy dropped her shoulder and felt the thick leather strap of her tote slide off her shoulder and down her arm before falling to the hardwood floor. Reaching out she pressed the ‘play’ button on her answering machine before she crouched next to her bag to pull out the mail she’d picked up on the way home.
“Ms. Summers, this is Nick Stokes calling from the Las Vegas Crime Lab.”
Buffy felt her eyes widen in worry as her heart rate increased. Had they found the demon and some clue that pointed to her? She’d been so careful with the clean up.
“I know you said that you didn’t recall any mucus on your clothing, but I was hoping you could drop off what you were wearing the night you found Mr. Carlson for examination.”
~Fin~
Completed: June 3, 2008