Title: Adam's Unbirthday
Rating: PG13 for mild swearing.
Word Count: 867 words
Summary: One year after he's used in the apocalypse, Adam's life goes on. Crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Gen.
Adam glanced up at the women - blonde, brunette, redhead - each holding a wrapped present. "Guys... uh, women. Sorry. It's not my birthday."
"Sure it is." Buffy Summers insisted. "Exactly one year ago today, we got you out of Hell."
"Where you weren't even supposed to be in the first place." Dawn blurted. "Your older brother was supposed to do it. It's not right for you to have to take his place and die when he was supposed to be the one who -"
"Dawnie." Buffy gave her sister a warning look and shook her head.
"Well, anyway, just open the presents."
Adam smiled as he reached for the gifts they were holding out to him. Last year, he had only been in Hell for a few hours when the three of them pulled him out. They gave him the option of going off on his own, but he had nowhere else he really could have gone. His mom's home was probably either for sale or sold by now, and he didn't want to be there anyway. The only other family he had left was Dean, and he didn't want to be around him any more than Dean wanted him around. The way he figured it, if his oldest brother really wanted to get him out, he could have looked into it a little bit harder and done whatever Buffy and Willow had managed to do.
So he asked if he could go with them, instead. And in the last year, he had learned hand-to-hand combat, some sword-fighting techniques, and had become one of their best researchers.
Now he had a family. Instead of two brothers, he had at least two dozen sisters; women who would talk to him over dinner before they went out to fight the evil that had caused so much pain in his life these last few years. The other faces changed from time to time, but Buffy, Willow, and Dawn were always there.
He opened Willow's gift first. She was more patient than Buffy and Dawn, but he liked making the other two squirm a little. She had given him a leather-bound journal, similar to the one that his own father kept. He glanced up at her, not sure what to say.
"I've seen you taking notes on stuff lately." Willow said quickly. "I thought it would be nice if you had a place to keep everything together. And I know about John. But Giles keeps a lot of these, too. He writes down everything."
Adam nodded and set the journal aside. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for the gift - he loved it. But he felt like there was more going on here. Some kind of finality that made his stomach hurt a little.
Dawn handed him the next gift. He unwrapped this one a little more slowly, actually hoping to find some kind of joke present like one of those slinky things that popped out of a jar when you opened it.
The box held a license plate with a key taped to it. When he picked up the plate, he saw a bunch of keychains underneath it.
"I wasn't sure which one you would like, so I bought a lot of them." Dawn explained.
"Guys." Adam frowned. This time, he didn't care that Willow was frowning back at him for using the masculine term that she hated. "What is this really about? And don't say it's a birthday celebration, because that's bullshit. Just tell me you want me gone, and I'll go."
"No." Buffy shook her head. "That's not it. One year ago, you could have gone anywhere in the world. You chose to stay with us. You didn't have to learn any of what we do. But you have. And you're great at it."
"Then why..." Adam trailed off, getting choked up. He felt like a little kid.
"Open the last box." Buffy smiled and handed it to him.
Adam ripped the wrapping paper to shreds, hoping to find an answer in the box that would fill him with relief. He yanked the lid off and threw it over his shoulder, ignoring the giggling he heard in front of him.
He pulled each thing out one at a time. There was a picture of a car, a road atlas, a few credit cards, and a cell phone.
He sat back and looked up at them. "How is this not a message that you want me gone?"
"Look at the credit cards again." Buffy laughed.
He did, and each one had Buffy A Summers printed across the bottom. Silently, he looked back up at her.
"We've got enough slayers to cover every hellmouth in the world. I wouldn't mind traveling. I'm going to need a Watcher, and someone who can drive, since I don't. I'd like for you to go with me. And maybe we'll run into this brother of yours somewhere, so I can kick his ass." Buffy tilted her head. "What do you think?"
And just like he had one year ago today, Adam only had to think for a minute before he responded. "I've got nowhere else I really need to be."