*gaaahhhhh, I couldn't NOT do a second chapter. you cannot have "bad amy" without hate sex and repercussions. "When She Was Bad" was such a great episode of Buffy because it brought buffy back and it had everything come full circle in the end. it seemed random at first but made complete sense once psychologically explained. it was old school psa: is your best friend acting out? well maybe she went through something traumatic and she hasn't dealt with that yet so love her a little maybe, and help her out, within reason, because bros be bros yo, and love be a necessity*

*so yeah, chapter two and maybe three later, probably three*

*love, love, love*

Chapter Two

It Doesn't Matter What I Want, It Doesn't Matter What I Need

Part I

Shane drove Karma home and she cried all the way.

"She's not worth it," he said.

But it didn't help because their Amy had not be in the club tonight.

He helped Karma out of the car and walked her up to the door. When she went inside he told her mom everything and her mom seemed shocked.

"It had to be that school," Shane said, hugging himself.

"That's definitely wasn't our Amy," Mrs. Ashcroft said. She remembered the sweet girl who was always around, the one who could never be mean because she didn't know how.

"Thanks for helping Shane."

"It's my pleasure," he said, not really wanting to go. Someone should stay with her. What had happened had been so very cruel.

He had a mission though. He wasn't about to just let Amy do crazy shit like that without question. Amy couldn't just come into town and torture the hell out of her best friend. She had already hurt her enough. And Karma was in love with her dammit! He wasn't even sure if she knew.

He thought back on the club and Amy's face. She seemed almost gone, like she had vanished. Her body was moving and she was obviously there but it was almost like she was a primal being with no control and no soul. He couldn't tell… Was she feeling at all?

He had to find her. He had to know.

He took his car and began to prowl. From what he had seen, Amy had arrived on foot. Unless she got a ride she couldn't have gotten far in those heels.

He went back to the club and traced the path he would walk if he were trying to get to Amy's house.

He was almost right, she took a shortcut through someone's backyard. He saw the bushes rustling and knew. His headlights shun on the wooden fence she fell off of. He watched as she stood and walked fast towards her house looking as blank and unfeeling as before. She was hurting. It was obvious.

"AMY!" He yelled, motioning her over to get in the car.

It didn't take coaxing. She got in when she got close.

"Hey, what the hell was that back there?!" Shane asked, trying not to scare her away as soon as she had settled.

"What?" Amy asked, playing with her black nailpolish and ruffling her hair. She put her barefoot up on his dash and threw her heels in his backseat.

"I saw that, Amy. You can't pretend you didn't just bring Karma to her knees."

"Whatever," Amy sighed. She was thinking about her prison. She had to go back in seven days and there was no stopping it. Either she ran away or she went back. It was hell but she had to choose. And the choice seemed beyond her. She had no control unless she ran...

She held her head in hand with her elbow resting fine on her knee. Shane just watched her and felt stunned.

"You're so different," he said, noticing how she carried herself.

"Yeah, being punished for something you didn't even want to do will do that to a person," Amy spat. She was talking of course of her affair with Liam Booker. It had been the reason she was sent to the uber-fake christian school where she was being counseled and analyzed twice daily by some sexist prick with a clipboard and a sweaty face.

"Karma loves you, ya know," Shane grimaced.

"So what. It can't happen," she said. "Are you going to take me home or should I get out." The conversation was everything wrong in her life. None of it mattered. None of it could matter. She was stuck somewhere else so being home was just a tease.

"Amy, talk to me," he begged.

"What for?! Talking only makes things worse."

She pushed her door open angrily and got out.

"Keep the heels," she said, slamming the door.

And just like that she was gone again, out of his life.

He had seen though, it was pain before anything else. Amy was suffering.

Part II

Karma had been hearing things about Amy's rebellion at home and how she kept sneaking out her window and going to bars and getting drunk.

Karma couldn't even imagine it. Her Amy always hated being in trouble. Just like she hated dressing up and wearing heels. Everything about her had changed. She had taken a complete 180 but Karma couldn't blame her. She knew nothing of that school. And being banished from Austin for sleeping with a boy just seemed odd and rash, a completely random turn of events.

Farrah had definitely taken things too far. Amy was not okay and Karma knew it well.

"Lauren, come on," Karma whined. "If I don't help her no one will! What do you want? Do you really want her to be unhappy and hate her whole family?" Karma begged.

"I want things to be simple. But we don't get what we want now do we Karma?!" Lauren pushed sarcastically fighting her off.

Karma had waited outside of Amy's house for someone to leave. She followed Lauren in her car and basically assaulted her outside of the gym where she had gone for morning yoga.

"Look, I love her okay," Karma pleaded.

"Yeah, well you shouldn't! Shane told me what she did to you," Lauren judged. "She's been acting like a Jerry Springer reject and we're all just letting her!" Lauren seemed pissed.

"It's not her fault," Karma said. "We don't know what it's like, none of us got sent away!" Karma had been thinking about it a lot. A religious boarding school and Amy Raudenfeld just didn't mix. Karma wouldn't be surprised if Amy just went mute for an entire year. It was no wonder she was dead inside. Karma knew her, it was what she would do.

She secretly hated Lauren for not seeing.

"Oh hell no," Lauren said. "It is too her fault. She made her bed Karma, and I am not about to lie in that sloppy untucked mess of filthy straw!"

"What are you even talking about?!" Karma asked.

"I'm saying, DEAL WITH IT!" Lauren said, pushing Karma out of the way.

"At least tell me where she is," Karma begged.

"She's home!" Lauren said. "Sleeping! Like a lazy!" Lauren didn't need this unwanted stress in her beauty mornings. She walked off to class and tried to forget that Amy and Karma were actually people who did exist.

Now that Karma knew, she had no other choice.

She drove back to Amy's house and parked one cul de sac over. Amy wouldn't expect it but she needed to do it. She walked quietly to Amy's window and jimmied it open, sneaking inside.

Amy was sleeping and her mascara looked smeared like she had been crying after a long long night.

Karma snuck in and tip-toed to the door, locking it and taking off her shoes. She pulled her shirt off and slipped into Amy's bed, climbing over her body until she was on top of her and staring down.

She looked like Amy. She looked like she could come to life and laugh and smile and be happy and normal again. Her Amy had very few problems. Her amy didn't have to worry about boarding school and rejection and a life without her.

Karma laid her body down on top of her and dipped her head to kiss at her lips.

Amy rose to meet her, her body reacting to her touch. Karma kissed and felt as Amy's hand flew up into her hair tenderly and held her head, pushing her into her.

Amy's other hand trailed down to Karma's hip and pushed Karma's body down against her center. Amy gasped, waking up.

"Mmm, Karma?!" Amy moaned unhappily.

"Shhh," Karma said, taking Amy's hands in her own and pinning them down on the bed so she wouldn't fight.

Karma kissed her and Amy stopped struggling. She couldn't open her eyes though. It couldn't be real. She felt Karma's hands on her wrists and her body rubbing up on her.

"Uhhh," Amy moaned painfully, pretending it was a dream, a wonderful dream.

"I want you," Karma said, whispering soft into Amy's ear.

"No," Amy said, freaking out. It wasn't a dream. It was real. She stop Karma and pushed her off of her. "Karma, just go," Amy said, getting up and finding her shirt on the ground and putting it on.

"I love you," Karma said, looking up at her from the bed. She wanted to plead with her and beg.

"I can't Karma," Amy said, shaking her head. She couldn't look at her, she really couldn't.

"Why?" Karma begged.

"Do I really need a reason?!" Amy spat. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Amy yelled and pointed towards the window that was still open and just there.

There was noise in the hall, it had to be Farrah.

"Don't do this," Karma begged with tears rushing her.

"GET OUT KARMA!" Amy yelled.

"Amy, honey? Is everything alright?" Farrah asked from the other side of the door.

Karma grabbed her shirt and hopped out the window, staring back at her friend painfully as Amy shut the window hard and cold with a tight evil slam.

For a second, Karma had actually thought that was going to work…