Summary

Buffy returns from her trip to L.A after killing Angel surprisingly happy. The Scooby Gang just assumed she had confronted her problems, dealt with them. But now an "old friend" of Buffy comes to Sunnydale, claiming they spent the summer together in L.A and now he needs her help hunting an oogly boogly. Buffy/Dean

Buffy, Willow and Xander were sitting in Buffy's living room. They had just settled down to watch some trashy day time TV when the silence was broken by the shrill ringing of the phone. Reluctant to leave the comfort of the couch, Buffy slowly got up and then hopped over to the phone, pulling it up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Buffy. Your there, that's good."

"Lovely to talk to you too, Giles."

"Oh, yes. Hello, Buffy. I need you, Xander and Willow to come to my apartment immediately."

"Yes, sir, watcher, sir!"

"Well, yes. Please feel free to not say that again. Hurry up, lives are at risk"

"Yeah, sure. Bye Giles."

"Goodbye Buffy"

Buffy put down the phone and turned to her two best friends.

Sighing, she prepared to tell her friends about the destruction of the evening they had planned. "Giles needs us. Now. So, unfortunately, we have to go."

Xander looked like he was about to protest, but Willow shot him a glare that made him immediately shut his mouth.

"Ok, Buffy. You should get dressed though, you don't really want to go out in your PJ's" Willow recommended.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. You guys head off, I'll catch up." Buffy spoke somewhat distractedly, glancing up to her room.

Willow looked at her suspiciously while Xander made a motion with his hands to symbolise them hurrying up.

Willow turned to Xander, spotting his impatience. Facing Buffy again, she spoke softly. "Ok, see you there." She then turned around and shooed Xander out the door. Facing Buffy again and raising her hand in a shy wave, she, too, then walked out the door.

Once both Xander and Willow had left, Buffy rushed up the stairs to get dressed. She reached her room and yanked the door open. She stepped into her room and walked towards her closet. Opening it up, she looked through as quickly as she could for an acceptable outfit. She finally found something appropriate to wear, a red halter top and black skinny jeans. A little dressy, but she found that she had so little clean clothes that these were actually the best choice.

Buffy slipped on the first pair of shoes she could find, black pumps. She walked back out the door of her room, grabbing her favourite leather jacket off the back of her door.

While running down the stairs and shoving her arms into her jacket, a long forgotten picture fell out of her pocket. Spotting the picture, Buffy knelt down and picked it up. Realising who was in the photos, Buffy felt her eyes tearing up. She flattened out the edges and looked at the face of Dean Winchester. In the picture was her, Dean and Sam leaning against Dean's precious car, all happy and smiling. It was the first and last time she had felt truly happy, that one summer spent hunting and killing all the evil they could find.

She couldn't hold herself up any longer and collapsed onto the stairs, leaning against the wall.

"Oh Dean, where are you?" she moaned though her sobs.

"I love you"

Yes, Buffy/Dean

Bye

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