So after Cleveland, there was Miami, and after Miami, there was Boise, and after Boise, there was this little podunk town in Minnesota of all fucking places called Brainerd. And although there were girls all over the world who could do this sort of thing, there was really only one person to call when it looked like a Hellmouth had opened.
The "life-sized" statue of Paul Bunyan had come to life and stamped through the town. The Sheriff, a middle-aged woman with a small child trailing behind her, met them in Minneapolis with a smile and a "Hi! How're ya?"
This Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Fargo story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.