TITLE: Somewhere, Somehow, Someday
AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Well, let's see. You know the scene in Bad Girls where Buffy sees Angel, hops onto his body, ect? His POV g
SPOILER: Bad Girls
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)



"Buffy," I say her name quietly, so quiet I'm not sure it can be heard outside my own head. It's not that I want to disturb her. I don't. Well, actually, I do. She's getting dangerously close to those guys and I hate myself for it but I suffer from insane jealousy.

Oh, I'm safe. She sees me. She doesn't even glance back at those guys. Nope, she runs over to me and hops up into my arms, her legs around my waist, gripping my thighs. God, does she have to do this? Does she know what this does to me? Or what it tries to do, I should say.

I love her so much....the notion that *that* part of her body was so close to that part of *my* body.....never a good thing.

"I see you makin' friends."

"Boys," she shrugs, her hair brushing her shoulders. "I like you." the tone of her voice, the smile she's giving me, remind me that she's still a girl and that I need to respect her. Not that I wouldn't respect her if she were a woman, but this makes everything different.

We were having a real moment too, discussing the amulet, looking at each other. I know people roll their eyes when others talk about the powers of a look, but maybe they mean more to Buffy and I because we don't have much else. Kissing leads to touching and touching leads to more touching and before we know it, I'm a heartless, soulless demon trying to kill the woman I love. Not somewhere I wanna be.

That damn Watcher of hers has to ruin our moment. Idiot. Giles at least knows what he's doing, this guy....he's *got* to get a clue. If he doesn't, one of his Slayers is going to get hurt. Or, God help him, worse.

"Be careful," I warn her before she leaves. I say it in the serious voice I save for the others and by the look on her face, I know she's annoyed. She's so ready to play sometimes, she doesn't think I know what today meant to her. It was a chance to be a kid again. The freedom, the power she felt when dancing over there with Faith, I guess it was something she needed. I'm thankful Faith can give her that.

She gives me a carefree smile. "You know me."

"I'm serious." God, I want to kiss her. Hard. Long. For all eternity. Instead, we share a quick peck and I leave her alone with that whank of a Watcher. I walk away, dreaming of a time when we can be together. A time when we can kiss and play on a beach in the sun. Have a house full of kids running around all over the place.

Somewhere, somehow, someday.