Title:
"Dominoes"
Spoilers: After the season finale, "Graves". Set in the beginning
of season seven.
Rating: PG (so far)
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, Greenwolf, and UPN own the show and it's
characters. So there. For this chapter, I don't own the characters Loraine and
George either.
Summary: B/S (and others) and post-"Graves" fiasco, set in
season 7. My first fanfic. Ever.
*italic text indicates thought
Feedback: Depends on my reviews on whether or not I will continue after
the third installment. And I still welcome constructive criticism. :D
Thanks. Again. :P
*note: I hope this chapter is long enough to satiate all you readers out there. Either way, they should be coming out fast enough to make up for shortness. *shrug*
He couldn't sleep again. Not without her. He hauled himself to the kitchen, too depressed to even switch a light on. It was like this every night. He had no one to talk to anymore, to be with.
Xander: Great. I'm out of milk.
His eyes flickered for a moment. He then admitted defeat to the refrigerator, and seized a piece of cheese instead. To satisfy his hunger, at least. The chubby sidekick flopped onto a chair and snacked on Anya's leftover cheese. He'd sniff, all teary-eyed, and then take a bite.. it was a pattern until the cheese was completely gone.
Willow stood in the kitchen whilst finishing her glass of milk.
Willow: Next week. Next week I'll be ready to patrol. Just need a little time is all, Willster!
She frowned. Even she couldn't cheer herself up. Spending all day masquerading an enheartened spirit to please the gang, she actually cherished her time alone. Time used to reflect and recover. Willow didn't see a need to clue in the crew; they seemed over it all already. Over their own problems, over her previous evilness. Besides, she doesn't even deserve their sympathy. Or so she tells herself.
The blue red head did miss some old-fashioned hanging out, though. All they did nowadays was Scooby work.
She giggled.
That was all she needed. To replay Xander's snoopy dance. It always got her mood up a bit. She washed her glass, switched off the light, and headed upstairs with a much needed smirk. She's been abstinent from geniune smirking for quite a while now.
The hippy vampire felt it, and saw it's tip poke out of his chest.
Hippy Vampire: "Owwww!!!"
He disintegrated into a cloud of dust, and left Dawn staking air.
Buffy: "Nice one."
Dawn: "He had it coming. Pfft.. turning his back to me? Like he had a chance."
Buffy: I wonder if this is cocky-cocky or pretend-cocky. I can never tell with her these days.
Buffy: "Alright. That should be enough powdering evil for one night. Tired?"
Dawn: "Nah. I'm kinda invigorated, actually."
That was one of the adjectives Buffy never wanted hear Dawn to describe herself with.
Buffy: Eh.. at least she's not doing as much as I would do at her age.
Spike saw them, and cursed himself for going out. He should've laid low longer. They were bound to see him at the cemetery. He practically tippy-toed to get to his crypt undetected. Naturally, it didn't work.
Buffy glanced one last time toward Spike's haunt, not really expecting a thing.
She quickly averted her eyes, hoping he didn't see her see him.
Buffy: I want nothing to do with him. Matter of fact, I never even saw him.
Buffy: "Let's go home Dawn."
George:
"Loraine, my density has popped me to you."
Loraine: "What?"
George: "Oh, what I meant to day was"
Loraine: "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"
George: "Yes, yes, I'm George, George McFly, and you're my density. I
mean, I'm your destiny."
Anya giggled and swooned simultaneously. She never saw Back To The Future before, and it turned out it was just her kind of movie. She was making a habit of early morning TV-aired movies.
Anya: Hehehe. That would not make any sense. She smiled. Because if she was his density, she would be the quantity of his mass. Rather, he corrected himself, and the word destiny ended up being what he intended to say! And she is his destiny because they spawn children in the future!
After completing the thought,
her smile turned into a frown. Xander saw what their future could be like. She
sighed, and munched on a few cheetos.
The phone rang. Anya chased her tears away and answered.
Anya: "Hello?"
Giles: "Hello Anya, this is Giles."
Anya: "Giles! So, are you well?"
Giles: "Um, yes I'm fine. Actually, this isn't a personal phone call. Actually, would you mind opening the shop early today? We need to have a meeting with everyone."
Anya: "Oh yes. Sure! I'm be on my way. Bye!"
He hung up. None of them ever called her for an actual conversation, so she wasn't surprised.
Anya: Confound it! Now I can't watch the rest! I should get tapes or something. As well as a VCR, otherwise the tapes would be useless.
She turned off the television, and headed to the bedroom to get ready for the day.
To be continued... again. Also, reviews rock muchly. I still would love some advice if there's any to give, and thanks aplenty to everyone who reviewed so far.
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