Well, this is my first Rona/Vi story. I'll probably write more, seeing as
I adore this couple.
Obsessive Friendship
It was long past dark. Vi shifted uncomfortably in her seat, not able to find a good position. And the bus jostling her around wasn't helping very much.
Looking around, she could see that many of the girls weren't sleeping. Some clearly because it was too bumpy, but others looked as if they were wide awake. Sitting straight up in defeat, she looked down to her stomach, and lifted her shirt a little.
There was a cut there, across her stomach. It was long, but not very deep. Now that she was looking at it, she could feel the burning pain it caused her. Earlier she'd cleaned up the blood, but had done nothing more for it. The wounds of the others had taken up her time. In particular, Rona's.
She pulled her shirt back down, and turned around to see Rona in the seat behind her. She was one of the few that were sleeping, but Vi didn't blame her. It was looking at Rona that made her stop feeling pain from her own comparatively small injuries.
Sighing quietly, she sat sideways, letting her feet dangle off the seat into the isle. There were so many injured girls. She had tried to help them all, starting with the worst off. But in the end, she'd always come back to this seat, to watch over Rona. She felt slightly like an overprotective mother, but the other girl didn't seem to mind. That could, of course, be because she was sleeping most of the time, and needed help with her injuries anyway.
But why was Vi so overly obsessed with caring for Rona? There were at least two girls on the bus that had worse injuries. Shouldn't she be worried about them, too? Almost all the girls had been her friends, while living in the Summers home. Shouldn't she want to take care of them all?
Thinking back, Rona was always there. She had a slightly tough outside, but she was really very caring and sweet. Vi had cried for an hour after seeing Chloe's blue, lifeless body hanging in front of her. Rona had been there the entire time, trying to calm her down. She was the one that eventually succeeded in doing so. She was a very good friend.
Still, Vi was slightly frightened by her obsession with Rona. Was obsession really the right word for it? She wasn't sure, but that's what it felt like. It was an obsessive friendship, and she wanted to get rid of the obsession.
Inside her, a voice kept telling her what obsessive friendship really was. That obsessive friendship was just a fancy term made up inside her head, in replace of the word 'love.'
But you could love someone, and not be in love with them. That was being a friend. Friends love each other. But not like that. Since when was Vi questioning her own sexuality?
Since I came here, she told herself. She knew she liked boys. She'd had a boyfriend that she was beginning to love quite a lot before she was forced to flee her home for Sunnydale. But being in that house, with four guys around you at most, you learned to appreciate girls. But simply staying with Buffy and all the other potentials could never have been enough to change her hormones. It would have to have already been there.
Vi was surprised at her own revelation. It had to have already been there... Here she was, trying to convince herself there was nothing different about her, and all she managed to do was possibly further confirm her feelings.
But as quickly as she realized what might be there, she pushed it to the back of her mind and ignored it. Rona was waking up, and for now, she could only bring herself to help her.
Obsessive Friendship
It was long past dark. Vi shifted uncomfortably in her seat, not able to find a good position. And the bus jostling her around wasn't helping very much.
Looking around, she could see that many of the girls weren't sleeping. Some clearly because it was too bumpy, but others looked as if they were wide awake. Sitting straight up in defeat, she looked down to her stomach, and lifted her shirt a little.
There was a cut there, across her stomach. It was long, but not very deep. Now that she was looking at it, she could feel the burning pain it caused her. Earlier she'd cleaned up the blood, but had done nothing more for it. The wounds of the others had taken up her time. In particular, Rona's.
She pulled her shirt back down, and turned around to see Rona in the seat behind her. She was one of the few that were sleeping, but Vi didn't blame her. It was looking at Rona that made her stop feeling pain from her own comparatively small injuries.
Sighing quietly, she sat sideways, letting her feet dangle off the seat into the isle. There were so many injured girls. She had tried to help them all, starting with the worst off. But in the end, she'd always come back to this seat, to watch over Rona. She felt slightly like an overprotective mother, but the other girl didn't seem to mind. That could, of course, be because she was sleeping most of the time, and needed help with her injuries anyway.
But why was Vi so overly obsessed with caring for Rona? There were at least two girls on the bus that had worse injuries. Shouldn't she be worried about them, too? Almost all the girls had been her friends, while living in the Summers home. Shouldn't she want to take care of them all?
Thinking back, Rona was always there. She had a slightly tough outside, but she was really very caring and sweet. Vi had cried for an hour after seeing Chloe's blue, lifeless body hanging in front of her. Rona had been there the entire time, trying to calm her down. She was the one that eventually succeeded in doing so. She was a very good friend.
Still, Vi was slightly frightened by her obsession with Rona. Was obsession really the right word for it? She wasn't sure, but that's what it felt like. It was an obsessive friendship, and she wanted to get rid of the obsession.
Inside her, a voice kept telling her what obsessive friendship really was. That obsessive friendship was just a fancy term made up inside her head, in replace of the word 'love.'
But you could love someone, and not be in love with them. That was being a friend. Friends love each other. But not like that. Since when was Vi questioning her own sexuality?
Since I came here, she told herself. She knew she liked boys. She'd had a boyfriend that she was beginning to love quite a lot before she was forced to flee her home for Sunnydale. But being in that house, with four guys around you at most, you learned to appreciate girls. But simply staying with Buffy and all the other potentials could never have been enough to change her hormones. It would have to have already been there.
Vi was surprised at her own revelation. It had to have already been there... Here she was, trying to convince herself there was nothing different about her, and all she managed to do was possibly further confirm her feelings.
But as quickly as she realized what might be there, she pushed it to the back of her mind and ignored it. Rona was waking up, and for now, she could only bring herself to help her.