342. please help me

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[scythe_matters]

A vampire got in a lucky kick and Buffy's body hit the wall of the building with a force that rattled the windows. Normally, she would have used the momentum to gain speed and go back after him but unfortunately the angle of the hit, dislocated her shoulder and she fell into a heap

Very very amused. At least she knows how to pick'em for swooning, huh.

[distinctive_guy]

Wrap up done, hand off completed, Eliot was just in the getaway phase of the mission. The rest of his team had made clean escapes and as the last person to leave the building, he wasn't as worried about anyone getting caught. It left him with the freedom of choosing his preferred exit out the back, and that was when he bumped into the collapsed blond between the alley.

"Hey!" He ran forward, slowing to a walk as he approached her side. Even without touching her he could tell her shoulder was dislocated and to his relief, that appeared to be the main extent of her injuries. He dropped down to a crouch beside her and turned her over slowly, expertly checking her for other signs as he went.

He waited until he was sure there was nothing else before he set her arm back with an experienced push. Might as well do that while she was out.

She's good like that. ;)

[scythe_matters]

It took Buffy more than it usually would to realize that someone was next to her when she woke up. She went to swipe her foot out to knock them unbalanced so she could get the upper hand, when she also noticed that her shoulder didn't hurt and it was back in place. That surprised her so much that she stopped mid-swipe with her foot, "what the what? Okay that's never happened before."

It's called unfair advantage with slayer senses.

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot was ready to catch her foot in his hand if she hadn't stopped her swipe in time. It was a good thing she did though for it may be considerably messier and more painful than a simple dislocated shoulder had he carried through.

Seeing she was awake and well, Eliot raised from his crouch and stepped back smoothly to give her space. "Your shoulder was dislocated earlier. You might want to take it easy there, sweetheart."

And she's not too proud to use it.

[scythe_matters]

Buffy rolled her shoulder and while there was a little pain it was easily ignored. She'd had a lot worse. "Thanks." She smiled at him and realized that she was still sprawled on the ground.

"Hey, you're pretty good at that. Put in a lot of shoulders?" Buffy pushed herself up from the ground and wiped her hands on the back of her jeans. Then realized that she probably shouldn't have gotten up so easily. Small frame girls don't bounce back from dislocated shoulders so quickly. She'd had to hide being a Slayer in far too long that she'd forgot the need to. In the hopes of distracting, she beamed cheerleader smile and picked up her phone, "guess I don't need to call someone now."

Cheater.

[distinctive_guy]

"It happens often enough," Eliot answered evenly, looking at her. Ever since she tried to kick him before actually waking up, it was too late for the blond to attempt hiding her abilities. Normal people don't have reflexes like that, much less be able to stop in midkick. But if she didn't want to talk about it, he can let it go. Or he can just go. "You look well. I'll be on my way."

[scythe_matters]

"Wait." Buffy said with a step forward. "Thanks. I mean it really. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come by when you did." Her expression was sincere as she said it. Being out, could have been deadly if the vampire had returned.

"I'm Buffy by the way." She grinned, this time it was a genuine grin rather than a distracting hope you don't notice I could bench press a car smile. "And yes, that's my real name."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot gave her a considering look over before he nodded his head in introduction. "Eliot," he answered, his solemn expression finally breaking into a grin. He made a quick glance towards the building he was technically escaping from and gestured down the alley in the opposite direction.

"I'll consider us even if you'll accompany me to coffee." His rendezvous with his team wasn't for a while and he was curious about this petite blonde.

[scythe_matters]

Buffy debated, but only for half a minute. The vampire was long gone and there would be no way she could track it. Appeal of hot guy getting coffee really wasn't much of a contest.

"I'd love some, Eliot." She motioned for him to lead the way. "But only if I can pay. It's the least I can do for your putting my shoulder back and helping me."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot's eyebrow quirked up in silent question. "What kinda man would I be to let the lady pay on the first outin'?" They both knew it wasn't a date in any shape or form, but he had to say it.

"I'm payin', darlin', or you can continue owin' me for something else." His grin and the twinkle in his eyes told her he was joking though, at least regarding the owing him part. He was quite serious about the paying bit.

[scythe_matters]

And that comment hit all of Buffy's girly girl buttons. She might be able to kick a door down with little effort, but underneath it all Buffy loved those little shows of old fashioned manners. She could open her own doors and often did, but it was nice when they were opened for her sometimes.

She laughed softly, "okay, point taken. You can pay."

[distinctive_guy]

Grinning that he had the argument won, Eliot waved a hand, "After you," and motioned for Buffy to walk with him down the alley. He gave a quick backward glance to make sure there was no pursuit, either his or what knocked the young lady out, and left the area towards a nice coffee shop he knew about just down the street.

[scythe_matters]

Buffy hadn't missed the backward glance down the alley but assumed he was looking for threats typical in a city in an alley. She wasn't used to doing that, relying on her Slayer senses and those told her there weren't any demons or vampires around. Bad guy humans always surprised her.

Once they were out of the alley and she saw the coffee shop, Buffy headed in that direction. "So are you visiting or is this where you live?" She grinned, "the city, not the alley."