Disclaimer: None of the characters in the show belong to me, everyone else does.
Author's Note: This is my idea of what's going to happen in the episode when Riley comes back (which is called "As You Were"). Of course, Darry and Kellie are in it.
Author's Note: Takes place the day (or close) after "Chaos" ended, so this is the sequel to "Chaos."
Author's Note: It also takes place after "Doublemeat Palace" but before "Dead Things" and "Older and Far Away"
Chapter One
Talk
The sun shown through the windows that her cousin, Kellie, had insisted on getting cut into their attic room, as Darry Moore opened her eyes and blinked them, peering out from under her thick lashes. She groaned and rolled over on her side, wincing as she rolled because of the pain in her left that she had gotten from 'swimming' with the Kraken last night. The Kraken had come close to crushing her when he swung his tail, hitting her in the side and driving her into the wall. However, it didn't hurt too bad so she had decided not to bring it up while everyone else listed their injuries and while Buffy told Anya that a broken finger-nail was no an injury.
Their battle with Chaos the night before seemed like so long ago; Darry felt like she had been asleep forever. However, rolling back over she looked at the alarm clock that Buffy had given her; it read 10:30 A.M.
With another groan, Darry flung the covers off her body and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. In the bed across the room, her nineteen-year-old cousin slept on, regardless of the sunlight.
Last night, Kellie had been forced (or nearly forced) to chose between her own life or the life of her boyfriend. However, Buffy had destroyed the evil before Kellie had to make that choice.
Thinking of Kellie and Spike made Darry think on her own boyfriend. She changed from her bedclothes into her outfit for the day, she caught sight of her necklace that she hadn't taken off since she had gotten it back. Oz had given her the necklace for her birthday, which was also the day before she was killed. When she 'returned from the dead' she had found the necklace on her night-table and had put it back on.
After getting dressed, Darry headed downstairs, leaving her cousin to sleep a little longer. After all, no one really knew what exactly the night would hold.
Downstairs, Buffy was arguing with Dawn on how many eggs to put in pancakes while Willow highlighted passages in text-books with a bright pink high lighter. Anya was also over, which was slightly surprising, asking Buffy and the others which color of lettering they liked better for the wedding invitations.
Darry entered the kitchen and was surprised when Anya shoved wedding invitation in her face asking, "Is this color alright? Does it say 'happy wedding' or 'wedding for looneys because they picked that color for their wedding invitation'?"
Darry blinked and took a step back, knowing it wouldn't do any good because Anya took a step forward. "Well?" She asked, looking at Darry.
"Whatever color you use, Anya, it'll still be a wedding for a looney." Darry muttered and walked away from Anya to join Willow at the kitchen table.
Anya stood, dumbfounded. "What does that mean?" She asked, trying to figure it out, standing in the middle of the kitchen holding wedding invitations.
Darry sat down and looked over at Willow. "What'cha doing?" She asked, cocking her head like a curious child.
Willow looked up at Darry with a half-smile. "Just stuff, for when I go back to college, you know. Tara told me most of the stuff that they're teaching in class." Willow answered.
Darry peered down at the book Willow had and noticed that most of the paragraphs were highlighted. However, she decided not to say anything and looked over at Dawn and Buffy.
Dawn was holding to eggs in her hand and telling Buffy that two eggs went in the pancakes and that she would throw them across the kitchen if she didn't believe her. Buffy, however, wasn't shaken by her sister's words and told her that only one egg went in the pancakes and that she would throw the eggs right back at her.
Darry couldn't help but shake her head their sisterly foolishness and also couldn't help but long for that kind of affection.
Dawn and Buffy started to scream at each other when the kitchen door opened and Oz stepped inside. Darry turned her head to look at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling.
However, the 'mood' was ruined when Dawn let out a screech and flung one of the eggs across the kitchen, as she had promised. The egg flew across the kitchen and hit Oz in the head; yoke and bits of egg shell dripped down Oz's head. Oz was too surprised to do much of anything at the moment.
Darry ran over to him and then shot a look over at Dawn, who was staring in disbelief at what she had just done. Darry reached for a napkin and gingerly wiped the yoke off Oz's head.
After apologizing for her sister, Buffy suggested that Oz wash the yoke out of his hair in the bathroom. Darry went with him; Oz shut the door behind them and then looked at her.
Darry picked up a washcloth and held it under the running faucet. Oz looked at her, as though trying to read her thoughts by studying her back. Oz noticed how her breaths were shaky when she breathed in and how slender her back was, things he had never noticed about her before.
Darry turned around to face him and Oz almost averted his eyes, as though he was doing something wrong. Darry caught his stare and smiled, handing the washcloth over to where Oz stood. He took her hand in his when she went to hand him the cloth.
"Darry, I've been meaning to talk to you." Oz said.
Darry shrugged. "Go ahead." She said, smiling at him as though it made her happy just to be near him, which it did.
"About those things that the Chaos guy said last night...about the Ghost Roads..." Oz began but Darry cut him off.
"Oz...please I really don't want to talk about it." Darry said; Oz felt her hand slightly shake and grow old.
"Darry, I've been on the Ghost Roads before. About three years ago when the Gatehouse was in trouble; the Gatekeeper said I could travel because I was a werewolf. What I'm saying is, I know how horrible that place is..." Oz began again but Darry cut him off.
"No, Oz, you really don't know how horrible it is to be there. You don't know how horrible it is to be stuck there and know that you're never going to get out." Darry snapped, pulling her hand away and turned, putting her back to him.
Oz knew that it must have been horrible for Darry because it was horrible for him to be there, alive. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him. He rested his cheek against her soft hair and felt her head lift slightly with her breathing.
Darry turned her head to face him, her eyes losing some of their sparkle and her lashes covering her eyes so they betrayed nothing of what she felt.
"What was it like, Darry?" Oz asked, knowing it was the wrong question but wanting to ask it anyway.
Darry closed her eyes and turned her head away from Oz, her hair falling in waves upon her back. "Horrible." She answered, slowly as though she didn't just her voice to say the letters. "The worst part is, I feel like a part of me is still there because a part of me feels like it's missing." Darry added, looking back at him with tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.
Darry looked at him as though she didn't expect him to understand but Oz did understand, for when Darry had died, Oz felt like a part of him had died as well. However, when she returned it felt like he had been reborn and he couldn't bear to lose her again, not even for a second.
Oz lowered his head and kissed Darry, running his hand through her hair. Darry kissed back, entwining her fingers with his. Oz felt her nails brush against his palm; he broke the kiss to look at her.
Darry smiled at him and then reached up to touch his hair. "You still have egg in your hair." She said, a slight smile playing on her lips.
They shared another kiss as Oz cleaned the yoke from his hair with the rag Darry had given him.
Author's Note: This is my idea of what's going to happen in the episode when Riley comes back (which is called "As You Were"). Of course, Darry and Kellie are in it.
Author's Note: Takes place the day (or close) after "Chaos" ended, so this is the sequel to "Chaos."
Author's Note: It also takes place after "Doublemeat Palace" but before "Dead Things" and "Older and Far Away"
Chapter One
Talk
The sun shown through the windows that her cousin, Kellie, had insisted on getting cut into their attic room, as Darry Moore opened her eyes and blinked them, peering out from under her thick lashes. She groaned and rolled over on her side, wincing as she rolled because of the pain in her left that she had gotten from 'swimming' with the Kraken last night. The Kraken had come close to crushing her when he swung his tail, hitting her in the side and driving her into the wall. However, it didn't hurt too bad so she had decided not to bring it up while everyone else listed their injuries and while Buffy told Anya that a broken finger-nail was no an injury.
Their battle with Chaos the night before seemed like so long ago; Darry felt like she had been asleep forever. However, rolling back over she looked at the alarm clock that Buffy had given her; it read 10:30 A.M.
With another groan, Darry flung the covers off her body and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. In the bed across the room, her nineteen-year-old cousin slept on, regardless of the sunlight.
Last night, Kellie had been forced (or nearly forced) to chose between her own life or the life of her boyfriend. However, Buffy had destroyed the evil before Kellie had to make that choice.
Thinking of Kellie and Spike made Darry think on her own boyfriend. She changed from her bedclothes into her outfit for the day, she caught sight of her necklace that she hadn't taken off since she had gotten it back. Oz had given her the necklace for her birthday, which was also the day before she was killed. When she 'returned from the dead' she had found the necklace on her night-table and had put it back on.
After getting dressed, Darry headed downstairs, leaving her cousin to sleep a little longer. After all, no one really knew what exactly the night would hold.
Downstairs, Buffy was arguing with Dawn on how many eggs to put in pancakes while Willow highlighted passages in text-books with a bright pink high lighter. Anya was also over, which was slightly surprising, asking Buffy and the others which color of lettering they liked better for the wedding invitations.
Darry entered the kitchen and was surprised when Anya shoved wedding invitation in her face asking, "Is this color alright? Does it say 'happy wedding' or 'wedding for looneys because they picked that color for their wedding invitation'?"
Darry blinked and took a step back, knowing it wouldn't do any good because Anya took a step forward. "Well?" She asked, looking at Darry.
"Whatever color you use, Anya, it'll still be a wedding for a looney." Darry muttered and walked away from Anya to join Willow at the kitchen table.
Anya stood, dumbfounded. "What does that mean?" She asked, trying to figure it out, standing in the middle of the kitchen holding wedding invitations.
Darry sat down and looked over at Willow. "What'cha doing?" She asked, cocking her head like a curious child.
Willow looked up at Darry with a half-smile. "Just stuff, for when I go back to college, you know. Tara told me most of the stuff that they're teaching in class." Willow answered.
Darry peered down at the book Willow had and noticed that most of the paragraphs were highlighted. However, she decided not to say anything and looked over at Dawn and Buffy.
Dawn was holding to eggs in her hand and telling Buffy that two eggs went in the pancakes and that she would throw them across the kitchen if she didn't believe her. Buffy, however, wasn't shaken by her sister's words and told her that only one egg went in the pancakes and that she would throw the eggs right back at her.
Darry couldn't help but shake her head their sisterly foolishness and also couldn't help but long for that kind of affection.
Dawn and Buffy started to scream at each other when the kitchen door opened and Oz stepped inside. Darry turned her head to look at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling.
However, the 'mood' was ruined when Dawn let out a screech and flung one of the eggs across the kitchen, as she had promised. The egg flew across the kitchen and hit Oz in the head; yoke and bits of egg shell dripped down Oz's head. Oz was too surprised to do much of anything at the moment.
Darry ran over to him and then shot a look over at Dawn, who was staring in disbelief at what she had just done. Darry reached for a napkin and gingerly wiped the yoke off Oz's head.
After apologizing for her sister, Buffy suggested that Oz wash the yoke out of his hair in the bathroom. Darry went with him; Oz shut the door behind them and then looked at her.
Darry picked up a washcloth and held it under the running faucet. Oz looked at her, as though trying to read her thoughts by studying her back. Oz noticed how her breaths were shaky when she breathed in and how slender her back was, things he had never noticed about her before.
Darry turned around to face him and Oz almost averted his eyes, as though he was doing something wrong. Darry caught his stare and smiled, handing the washcloth over to where Oz stood. He took her hand in his when she went to hand him the cloth.
"Darry, I've been meaning to talk to you." Oz said.
Darry shrugged. "Go ahead." She said, smiling at him as though it made her happy just to be near him, which it did.
"About those things that the Chaos guy said last night...about the Ghost Roads..." Oz began but Darry cut him off.
"Oz...please I really don't want to talk about it." Darry said; Oz felt her hand slightly shake and grow old.
"Darry, I've been on the Ghost Roads before. About three years ago when the Gatehouse was in trouble; the Gatekeeper said I could travel because I was a werewolf. What I'm saying is, I know how horrible that place is..." Oz began again but Darry cut him off.
"No, Oz, you really don't know how horrible it is to be there. You don't know how horrible it is to be stuck there and know that you're never going to get out." Darry snapped, pulling her hand away and turned, putting her back to him.
Oz knew that it must have been horrible for Darry because it was horrible for him to be there, alive. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him. He rested his cheek against her soft hair and felt her head lift slightly with her breathing.
Darry turned her head to face him, her eyes losing some of their sparkle and her lashes covering her eyes so they betrayed nothing of what she felt.
"What was it like, Darry?" Oz asked, knowing it was the wrong question but wanting to ask it anyway.
Darry closed her eyes and turned her head away from Oz, her hair falling in waves upon her back. "Horrible." She answered, slowly as though she didn't just her voice to say the letters. "The worst part is, I feel like a part of me is still there because a part of me feels like it's missing." Darry added, looking back at him with tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.
Darry looked at him as though she didn't expect him to understand but Oz did understand, for when Darry had died, Oz felt like a part of him had died as well. However, when she returned it felt like he had been reborn and he couldn't bear to lose her again, not even for a second.
Oz lowered his head and kissed Darry, running his hand through her hair. Darry kissed back, entwining her fingers with his. Oz felt her nails brush against his palm; he broke the kiss to look at her.
Darry smiled at him and then reached up to touch his hair. "You still have egg in your hair." She said, a slight smile playing on her lips.
They shared another kiss as Oz cleaned the yoke from his hair with the rag Darry had given him.