It had been two days since Nick Fury had come to her home uninvited, expounding the intricacies of some secret government agency called the Avengers initiative. She had to admit that the idea certainly intrigued her, but she had her fair share of secret government agencies and wasn’t looking to find another one. She almost didn’t believe what he had told her; aliens? She had to stifle a laugh when he said that. Sure, she had seen demons of all sorts, but aliens? That was a stretch.
Buffy still hadn’t made up her mind about the initiative; she hadn’t had much luck with the word “initiative” in the past, anyway. Something inside her told her this was different, though. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt like she had to do this. Maybe it was the slayer inside of her telling her that she needed to do this, it was her duty. Besides, ever since the Hellmouth was destroyed, there hadn’t been much need for a slayer in Sunnydale, California. The big bad was gone, and she didn’t have much of a purpose. Though it was what she had always wished for, she felt empty. She needed her power back. She wasn’t Buffy without it.
After much consideration, she concluded that she had to do it. It was a new age of slayers, one much bigger than the one she was born into. Though she knew Fury wanted her to bring the scoobies along, she wouldn’t risk it. She would do this alone, just like she was supposed to; she was the slayer. The only one. Alone. She didn’t want to put her friends at risk, especially Dawn. She decided she would talk to Willow and have her look after Dawn while she was gone; Dawn loved Willow, so she’d probably rather live with her anyways.
After everything was sorted out, Buffy took the device out of her pocket that Fury had given her and pressed the button on the top. Within minutes, a black helicopter appeared on her front lawn.
After a long journey, the helicopter landed on a gargantuan ship, and Buffy was still skeptical but also quite curious. A man dressed in black led her through a highly secured door and then into a large open room. On the other side of the room, she could see Angel and Cordelia looking out a glass window. It had been years since she had seen Cordy, but it was Angel she couldn’t stop looking at. She realized that it was only logical that they would have recruited him as well, but she was still in shock. She slowly approached him, and when he finally noticed her he turned around swiftly with a startled expression on his face.
“Hi,” was all she could manage, in nothing but a whisper.