AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Missing scene from Grad 1. What if Xand had gone after Anya for that kiss?
SPOILER: Graduation Day 1 ONLY
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: Slayerettes and Sunnydale = Joss. Depressed, bitter, angry, depressed, bitter and angry = me
"Aren't we supposed to kiss?" she demanded.
Yes. We are. But no, we're not going to.
I can feel her staring at me as I head down the halls for the door. I've gotta get what Willow needs and gets back. This Hellmouth thing is finally starting to freak me out. I swear, U hear her start to follow me but they she turns around and runs down the hall, starting to cry.
I feel awful. A big part of me knows that I'll never see her again.
Not because some vampire or something will find her on the road and kill her, or because she'll lose a battle to whatever demons get that's equivilent to cancer.
I'll never see her again because I won't survive the Ascension.
I've always known, subconciously anyway, that I wasn't going to live to see my high school graduation. My heart is telling me to wrap things up, bridge gaps and make amends. I hope it doesn't expect me to give Angel a hug, because that's not gonna happen. Everything else aside, dumping Buffy right before prom was something so low even I wouldn't do it. Wait a minute....
*****
The store was waiting for me when I got there. Willow must've called ahead. Call ahead witchcraft. That's a new one.
I give the bags to Willow and tell her I need to use the bathroom, but I'm actually going out front. I want to see where Anya's car was, think about where she must be right now.
The night air is cool, and I shiver as it blows against me. Sitting on the steps, I wonder if things could've progressed into something had she stayed. Guess I'll never know.
"Xander?" her small voice asks.
I turn around and she's there, coming out of the school, her eyes wet with tears. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. Listen, I didn't like the way I ended things back there, and I think that maybe you and I need some time together to....."
I grabbed her and I kissed her. Hard, passionately, emotionally. She pulled away and gave me the sweetest smile I've ever seen.
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. Wiping the lipstick off with her finger, she gave me a weak smile amongst the tears. "Promise me you won't die."
I knew it was a promise I couldn't keep, but I made it anyway.