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Teaser *eg*

For a while now, nifra_idril and I have been plotting out a Smallville/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover fic. The other night, we got brainstorming again, and well... it lead to this.

Coming Soon...

Sometimes Chloe Sullivan feels like she's been waiting her whole life to be chosen.

She's about to get her wish...

The collapse of the Sunnydale Hellmouth and the events leading up to it continue to ripple through the world. With hundreds of Potentials suddenly in possession of Slayer abilities, it is up to the core group of survivors of the Sunnydale battle to deal with the consequences. They fan out across the country, and the globe, searching for the Chosen Ones. Guided by Willow's locator spell, they find the new Slayers and offer them information, training those who are ready to join the fight.

And so, one afternoon in early June, Faith steps off a bus into the streets of Smallville, in search of a slayer...


**** Teaser Scene ****

The school echoed with silence on summer nights. Luckily, Chloe worked well even without the bustle of student activity around her. Searching through articles in the Metropolis papers for any sign of Clark led exactly nowhere, but at least she'd tried. There was a reason she did this particular activity at the Torch rather than at home. Chloe preferred to not have Lana looking over her shoulder while she worked and getting false hope, only to be let down again.

Sounds out in the hall alerted Chloe to the fact that she no longer had the school to herself. The noises got closer, catcalls and banging on lockers, and the hair on Chloe's neck stood on end. Too many funerals in the past few weeks for her to think anything other than the worst -- some janitor finding her lifeless body, sucked dry of blood by some meteor-poisoned whackjob.

She turned off the computer, not even bothering with a proper shutdown in her haste. Sneaking to the side door, she peeked out the window in the wood frame and saw nothing. No noises either, so maybe whoever it was had gone. Chloe eased the door open and slipped into the hall, letting out a heavy breath when she found the corridor empty.

"Boo!"

The cackling laughter behind her had Chloe spinning around, and the horrific visage of the creature standing there made her knees shake. Even in the dim lighting of the hall, she could clearly see that he wasn't... normal. Ridges in his forehead, pallid skin, yellow eyes... but no weirder than Greg Arkin, when she thought about it. The meteors strike again.

"Well, what do we have here? Nice, tasty thing like you shouldn't be wandering around all alone at night." He stepped closer, and Chloe steeled herself to run, to fight if she had to. "You never know what might happen."

"I really wasn't wandering," Chloe said, laughing uncomfortably as she edged away. "I was kind of sitting. Working." She waited until he reached for her to make a move. Grabbing his arm, she used his momentum to spin him around, slamming him into the bank of lockers.

She stared in abject shock when one of the doors collapsed inward, hinges shattering under the force. How the hell...?

She didn't have much time to think about it, because he sprang back to his feet, shaking his head and rubbing it. "Well, that was... unexpected."

Deciding she didn't have time to wonder how the locker had collapsed or why, Chloe ran. She made it to the stairwell before he caught up with her. His momentum took them both tumbling into space, and Chloe knew whatever chance she'd had to get away had vanished. There was no way she'd be able to move, let alone run, after tumbling down a flight of steps.

Chloe's shoulder impacted first, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as she expected it to. Neither did any of the glancing blows to her ribs and legs as she continued to obey the laws of momentum and gravity on the way down. When they reached the base of the steps, she moved on pure instinct rather than thought. Pushing off him, she rolled away and rose into a crouch.

"Nice dismount," said a sardonic, throaty voice from behind her.

Chloe whirled, eyes wide. "What? Who --" she began instinctively, before recoiling from the fist that impacted her jaw. She reeled backward a few steps, ducking the next blow by luck.

"You gonna take this one or should I?" the voice asked.

Chloe's back came up against the wall, and the weird looking guy who she'd been fighting with grinned widely, showing pointed fangs. Before she knew what she was doing, she brought her knee up into his groin and ducked under his arm.

"Ooh, hit a man where he lives." A woman stepped out of the shadows, reaching inside her jacket. She tossed Chloe a wooden stake. "Go for the heart."

"You've *got* to be kidding me," Chloe muttered, staring, open mouthed for just as long as it took for the man to stand up and launch himself at her waist. She hit the ground hard.

He pinned her hands down, and the stake fell out of her fingers. "Are you going to *help*!?" Chloe shrieked as the man opened his mouth and started moving slowly toward her neck.

And suddenly... he wasn't there any more. There was just a cloud of dust that covered her in a chalky film.

The woman stood over her, lips curving up into a smirk, and it clicked. "Hey, you're --" Chloe began, picking herself up.

"Faith," she nodded, cocking an eyebrow. "And you're a slayer. Welcome to the club, girlfriend."

In the midst of brushing dust off her clothes, Chloe froze in place. "I'm a *what*?"

"Slayer, capital S, as in slays things," Faith said looking over Chloe's shoulder. "Like the things coming down the hallway. Catch," she tossed Chloe another wooden stake. "Let's do it," she grinned, striding down to meet to meet the group of kids stalking toward them.

Chloe stared at the piece of wood in her hand, and then at Faith's back. "Look, I don't know what you're..." She stopped when she saw the large group of disfigured teenagers heading toward them. They looked just like the one who'd... vanished, and it didn't seem exactly bright to be going after them, outnumbered by over two to one. She ran a few steps to catch up to Faith, trying to keep the rising panic out of her voice. "Shouldn't we be going the *other* direction?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Faith called over her shoulder, before knocking the leader off his feet with a left hook.

She kicked the feet out from under someone, and shot Chloe an amused look. "You wanna play, too or are you leaving me out in the cold here?" before bringing her arm down in a practiced arc, to bury the point of her wooden stake in the chest of the guy she'd just knocked down.

"You just -- " Chloe began to sputter, but then fell silent as she watched what had once been a fully substantial person explode into particles of dust.

The choice taken out of her hands, Chloe reached back for the feeling she'd had a little while ago, the instinct to fight back rather than run. When one of them grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her, she brought the heel of her boot down on his instep and flung her head back. Hearing the crack of her head against his nose, she was ready when the grip loosened, and she pulled away. She copied the foot sweep she'd seen Faith complete, and brought her own stake down.

She stared at the pile of ash-like material until she heard Faith's voice, "A little help?" Chloe turned, tossing the stake to Faith where she struggled across the hall with another one of those things.

Faith staked him quickly, rolled off and stood. "Quick reflexes Goldilocks," she said with a cocky grin. "Ready for the slam-bam finale?"

Time seemed to warp around Chloe as she fought another vampire, something in her head conceding that was, in fact, what she was doing. She had no idea how long they'd been fighting when she whirled around and saw Faith drive a stake into the last one, a pile of dust dropping to her feet. Chloe's breath rasped out of her throat, and the stake in her hand clattered to the floor, dropping from suddenly numb fingers. "This is not happening. I'm asleep at my desk, and this is not happening..."

"And yet, at the same time? It is," Faith said, shrugging. "You get used to it. Wanna go get a burger?"

Chloe slowly raised her eyes to Faith's. "A burger? We just... and you..." She slumped to the floor, her knees suddenly giving out as the enormity and strangeness of the past few minutes completely registered.

"We just staked a bunch of vamps so that you didn't get bitten. And I'm hungry. So. Burger?" Faith repeated, watching as Chloe put her head on her knees. "Listen, you okay?"

Chloe banged her head lightly against her knees. "Vampires... I staked vampires." She lifted her head, and looked across the hall at one of the dust piles. "No, this has to be about the meteors. Vampires don't exist."

Faith cocked an eyebrow and gestured around the hallway. "I'd say we just had a pretty hands on experience proving that they do."

Chloe conceded the point with a tilt of her head.

Faith squatted down on her haunches next to Chloe. "I'm not real good with the motivating speeches or whatever, I leave that up to B, but I know you're probably kinda freaked. What just happened really happened, swear to God. I'll explain everything to you, promise, just I'd rather do it over something covered in ketchup than a hallway all grimed up with ex-vamp."

Chloe stared at Faith, not sure what to make of her, or any of this. And she'd thought Smallville couldn't possibly get any weirder...

"So what do you say?" Faith asked, punching Chloe's shoulder companionably. "My treat."

A wry smile slid onto Chloe's lips, and she pushed herself to her feet. "Okay, let's go."

To be continued...