HOME AGAIN
Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters apart from the ones I made up the rest belong to Joss and the buffy team.
Home. Sunnydale, California. After all that running she was home, back in Sunnydale where everything begins and ends. Buffy had missed some things about the small town she had called home for seven years of her life but other things haunted her still. The place where she had learned to love, her and her friends, they had named themselves the Scooby Gang. It was in Sunnydale that her lover, her mother, her watcher and her friends had left one by one. For Buffy, Sunnydale was a town full of painful memories.
Carrying only a backpack, one she had lived out of for the past three and a half years when she and Angel had left L.A. for a war that neither was prepared for. But again Buffy was alone. She stopped at a phone box a looked up the only person she still knew in Sunnydale.
"Information, Alexander Harris" she asked the operator "Okay thanks." She scribbled down the number on her hand and picked up the receiver.
"Hello is Xander there?" she asked.
"One second." A woman answered, "May I ask who is calling?" the woman asked.
"Buffy, Buffy Summers."
"One second."
"Hello?" said a male voice that didn't sound much like the Xander she knew.
"Is this Xander Harris?" Buffy double-checked.
"Yes this is Alex Harris, who is this please?"
"Its me Xander, its Buffy."
"Buffy, oh god, how are you? Are you in town?"
"Yeah I'm at the bus station I just rode in from San Francisco, look I was wondering if we could catch up on old times?"
"Yeah definitely I'd be into that, how about Willie's in about an hour I just gotta clear some stuff up here."
"Okay, See you then, bye," She hung up.
Looking around she had an hour to kill; the station wasn't far from Revello Drive, so she figured she'd stop by and see what the new owners had done with her home. Sunnydale was almost exactly the same as it had been when she had first stepped foot in the town almost 13 years ago now. It was late and the people of Sunnydale knew better than to be out on the streets past 9pm. The street lamp at the far end of the street had flickered the last time she had walked this path, now it was just completely blank, much like herself. She was flickering when she left Sunnydale and now she was just blank. It was a strange thought to have but Buffy just wanted somebody to change the globe and turn on the light, but deep down she knew it was too late, her globe had been broken too long.
"Hey sweet cheeks, you got a quarter, I need to call a doctor because you are giving me a heart attack!"
Buffy spun around expecting a vampire; it was just the kind of lame lines they used. Instead she found a High School jock, blonde about 6'2 with blue eyes and a letterman jacket. If she was still in high school and he had hit on her, she probably would have throttled him. Now she knew better or maybe she just valued her dignity less, whichever it was she kept walking.
Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters apart from the ones I made up the rest belong to Joss and the buffy team.
Home. Sunnydale, California. After all that running she was home, back in Sunnydale where everything begins and ends. Buffy had missed some things about the small town she had called home for seven years of her life but other things haunted her still. The place where she had learned to love, her and her friends, they had named themselves the Scooby Gang. It was in Sunnydale that her lover, her mother, her watcher and her friends had left one by one. For Buffy, Sunnydale was a town full of painful memories.
Carrying only a backpack, one she had lived out of for the past three and a half years when she and Angel had left L.A. for a war that neither was prepared for. But again Buffy was alone. She stopped at a phone box a looked up the only person she still knew in Sunnydale.
"Information, Alexander Harris" she asked the operator "Okay thanks." She scribbled down the number on her hand and picked up the receiver.
"Hello is Xander there?" she asked.
"One second." A woman answered, "May I ask who is calling?" the woman asked.
"Buffy, Buffy Summers."
"One second."
"Hello?" said a male voice that didn't sound much like the Xander she knew.
"Is this Xander Harris?" Buffy double-checked.
"Yes this is Alex Harris, who is this please?"
"Its me Xander, its Buffy."
"Buffy, oh god, how are you? Are you in town?"
"Yeah I'm at the bus station I just rode in from San Francisco, look I was wondering if we could catch up on old times?"
"Yeah definitely I'd be into that, how about Willie's in about an hour I just gotta clear some stuff up here."
"Okay, See you then, bye," She hung up.
Looking around she had an hour to kill; the station wasn't far from Revello Drive, so she figured she'd stop by and see what the new owners had done with her home. Sunnydale was almost exactly the same as it had been when she had first stepped foot in the town almost 13 years ago now. It was late and the people of Sunnydale knew better than to be out on the streets past 9pm. The street lamp at the far end of the street had flickered the last time she had walked this path, now it was just completely blank, much like herself. She was flickering when she left Sunnydale and now she was just blank. It was a strange thought to have but Buffy just wanted somebody to change the globe and turn on the light, but deep down she knew it was too late, her globe had been broken too long.
"Hey sweet cheeks, you got a quarter, I need to call a doctor because you are giving me a heart attack!"
Buffy spun around expecting a vampire; it was just the kind of lame lines they used. Instead she found a High School jock, blonde about 6'2 with blue eyes and a letterman jacket. If she was still in high school and he had hit on her, she probably would have throttled him. Now she knew better or maybe she just valued her dignity less, whichever it was she kept walking.