Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox,
etc... except of course the ones I make up.
Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 15: Worry
Anya felt as if she was melting as her husband placed his hand sweetly on her stomach. He always could do that. How was it that Xander always made her feel like she was important and loved? She sighed heavily and closed her eyes as a sudden sinking felling went through her. She assumed it was just from her comfort and tiredness due to lack of sleep, but when she was suddenly on her feet and she opened her eyes. The ex-demon gasped at what she saw.
"It's you."
Ayanathla smiled. "Is that how you greet and old friend?"
"We are NOT friends."
"And why is that?"
"YANA was my friend, I don't even know what you are."
"Oh don't you?" The sorceress asked, smiling wickedly.
"All I know is that Yana was one of the most loving, selfless people I had ever had the great honor to meet. You are a heartless bitch who murdered your sisters and countless others died to protect the world from you."
"You should be careful when speaking to me, Anyanka, I'd think that you'd be frightened."
"I am not afraid of you," Anya spat sharply. Who was this woman? She thought. Why would it be allowed to happen that Yana could become this... monster.
"What do you want from me?"
Anyanathla smiled. "What? You mean you don't know? I wasn't invited to the wedding. You hurt my feelings."
"How did you-"
"Know? I know everything that goes on with you. I can peep in from time to time, get glimpses of your life. Of all the things I've missed since I've been trapped down here."
"You've been spying on me," Anya recapitulated, the fear that she knew was there finally setting in.
"If you'd like to put it that way, yes, I have."
"Why?"
"Oh, Anyanka, you were the most ruthless vengeance demon alive. You're name was legendary. And now what are you? Some housewife to a carpenter? You could be so much more that some meaningless man's woman, isn't that what you'd rather have?"
Anya considered the question. WAS that all she had become, some guy's wife? No, she told herself. It was so much more.
Anya placed her hand defensively over her stomach and looked Ayanathla in the eyes. "I would rather be loved."
The sorceress sighed and waved her hand nonchalantly at the ex-demon. "As you wish."
Suddenly Anya felt as if she had once again been swept off her feet and that sinking feeling in her stomach returned. She landed hard on a carpeted floor that took her a minute to recognize. It was her bedroom. Hers and Xander's. The room she shared with the man she loved more than anything in the world. The thought of him, and the full, rich, enchanting feelings that he gave to her made her fell like she could do nothing but cry.
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It was almost nine o'clock at night and it had been hours since Anya had disappeared into thin air. The Scoobies were beyond wigged and Xander was having serious panic attacks. His breathing was hard and rattling as he feared for his wife's safety. Dawn and Giles were at the Magic Box in case she showed up their and Spike had walked in minutes before saying that there was no trace of Anya in the local haunts or cemetery. Just as Buffy was about to go out and do another sweep the phone rang. Xander ran to it eagerly.
"Hello?"
Anya was attempting to speak to him through choking sobs. She had never been so happy to hear his voice in her entire life.
"Oh god, Ahn, what happened to you?"
"She-sob-teleported me-sob-to where she's-sob-being bound."
"Oh, honey, you were there for hours, did she hurt you?"
The noise from the other end of the line suddenly stopped as Anya asked a simple question. "Hours?"
"Yeah," Xander answered plainly.
"That's not possible, I was there for minutes... oh."
"Oh? What oh?"
"She's on different dimensional time. Xander, she's been down there for thousands of years."
"Okay, Ahn, I hope I'm not being too callous when I say 'so'? I mean, I'm not really worrying about her right now."
Anya took in what he said and began to wonder why it was that SHE cared. This wasn't Yana, this wasn't the woman she had known and cared about. This was a monster, she was getting what she deserved.
"You're right."
"Okay. Anya, where are you?"
The ex-demon took a moment to look around at their room. It was a room that they had shared for four years. She leaned heavily against the bed that they and conceived their child in and sighed.
"I'm at home."
"Home? Okay, okay. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, alright? You just stay put."
Anya nodded absently into the phone and hung up, not considering the fact that this would cause Xander to flip beyond the point of flippage that he was already at. He jumped up and ran to the door; he was interrupted by Spike.
"Xander!"
"What!?"
Spike picked up the carpenter's keys and jingled them in his face. Xander rolled his eyes, grabbed the keys from Spike who followed as he ran out the door.
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After about ten minutes, Xander, Spike and Buffy had somehow made it to Xander's apartment. They flew threw the door and to the bedroom where Anya sat on the floor. She was sitting with her back against the bed and her head between her knees. Every time she choked another sob her entire body shook.
Xander knelt down by his wife and put his arms around her. He held her tenderly as she cried into his chest.
"God, Ahn, are you okay?"
Anya contemplated the question. Physically, she was fine. She wasn't injured; Ayanathla hadn't touched her. But on the inside she ached all over. She felt like she was suffocated. It was as if the conflicting feelings inside of her were all battling with each other. She knew that they all wanted what was best for her, but it was killing her inside. And worst of all, there was no one who would understand.
"Yeah," Anya said, pulling back from her husband a bit and wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm fine."
"You sure?" Spike asked to everyone's shock.
"Hey!" Xander spat at the vampire. He then turned to Anya. "Are you sure?"
Anya nodded, lying to her friends. She shot Spike a look that told him not to say anything and he merely raised an eyebrow at her.
Xander helped Anya to her feet and immediately hugged her again. "God Anya, the more I worry the more a realize how much I love you."
Anya placed a sweet kiss on her husband's lips. "Good, because we are going to have a lot to worry about."
TBC...
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Please review you guys! There kittens and lollipops if you do...
Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 15: Worry
Anya felt as if she was melting as her husband placed his hand sweetly on her stomach. He always could do that. How was it that Xander always made her feel like she was important and loved? She sighed heavily and closed her eyes as a sudden sinking felling went through her. She assumed it was just from her comfort and tiredness due to lack of sleep, but when she was suddenly on her feet and she opened her eyes. The ex-demon gasped at what she saw.
"It's you."
Ayanathla smiled. "Is that how you greet and old friend?"
"We are NOT friends."
"And why is that?"
"YANA was my friend, I don't even know what you are."
"Oh don't you?" The sorceress asked, smiling wickedly.
"All I know is that Yana was one of the most loving, selfless people I had ever had the great honor to meet. You are a heartless bitch who murdered your sisters and countless others died to protect the world from you."
"You should be careful when speaking to me, Anyanka, I'd think that you'd be frightened."
"I am not afraid of you," Anya spat sharply. Who was this woman? She thought. Why would it be allowed to happen that Yana could become this... monster.
"What do you want from me?"
Anyanathla smiled. "What? You mean you don't know? I wasn't invited to the wedding. You hurt my feelings."
"How did you-"
"Know? I know everything that goes on with you. I can peep in from time to time, get glimpses of your life. Of all the things I've missed since I've been trapped down here."
"You've been spying on me," Anya recapitulated, the fear that she knew was there finally setting in.
"If you'd like to put it that way, yes, I have."
"Why?"
"Oh, Anyanka, you were the most ruthless vengeance demon alive. You're name was legendary. And now what are you? Some housewife to a carpenter? You could be so much more that some meaningless man's woman, isn't that what you'd rather have?"
Anya considered the question. WAS that all she had become, some guy's wife? No, she told herself. It was so much more.
Anya placed her hand defensively over her stomach and looked Ayanathla in the eyes. "I would rather be loved."
The sorceress sighed and waved her hand nonchalantly at the ex-demon. "As you wish."
Suddenly Anya felt as if she had once again been swept off her feet and that sinking feeling in her stomach returned. She landed hard on a carpeted floor that took her a minute to recognize. It was her bedroom. Hers and Xander's. The room she shared with the man she loved more than anything in the world. The thought of him, and the full, rich, enchanting feelings that he gave to her made her fell like she could do nothing but cry.
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It was almost nine o'clock at night and it had been hours since Anya had disappeared into thin air. The Scoobies were beyond wigged and Xander was having serious panic attacks. His breathing was hard and rattling as he feared for his wife's safety. Dawn and Giles were at the Magic Box in case she showed up their and Spike had walked in minutes before saying that there was no trace of Anya in the local haunts or cemetery. Just as Buffy was about to go out and do another sweep the phone rang. Xander ran to it eagerly.
"Hello?"
Anya was attempting to speak to him through choking sobs. She had never been so happy to hear his voice in her entire life.
"Oh god, Ahn, what happened to you?"
"She-sob-teleported me-sob-to where she's-sob-being bound."
"Oh, honey, you were there for hours, did she hurt you?"
The noise from the other end of the line suddenly stopped as Anya asked a simple question. "Hours?"
"Yeah," Xander answered plainly.
"That's not possible, I was there for minutes... oh."
"Oh? What oh?"
"She's on different dimensional time. Xander, she's been down there for thousands of years."
"Okay, Ahn, I hope I'm not being too callous when I say 'so'? I mean, I'm not really worrying about her right now."
Anya took in what he said and began to wonder why it was that SHE cared. This wasn't Yana, this wasn't the woman she had known and cared about. This was a monster, she was getting what she deserved.
"You're right."
"Okay. Anya, where are you?"
The ex-demon took a moment to look around at their room. It was a room that they had shared for four years. She leaned heavily against the bed that they and conceived their child in and sighed.
"I'm at home."
"Home? Okay, okay. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, alright? You just stay put."
Anya nodded absently into the phone and hung up, not considering the fact that this would cause Xander to flip beyond the point of flippage that he was already at. He jumped up and ran to the door; he was interrupted by Spike.
"Xander!"
"What!?"
Spike picked up the carpenter's keys and jingled them in his face. Xander rolled his eyes, grabbed the keys from Spike who followed as he ran out the door.
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After about ten minutes, Xander, Spike and Buffy had somehow made it to Xander's apartment. They flew threw the door and to the bedroom where Anya sat on the floor. She was sitting with her back against the bed and her head between her knees. Every time she choked another sob her entire body shook.
Xander knelt down by his wife and put his arms around her. He held her tenderly as she cried into his chest.
"God, Ahn, are you okay?"
Anya contemplated the question. Physically, she was fine. She wasn't injured; Ayanathla hadn't touched her. But on the inside she ached all over. She felt like she was suffocated. It was as if the conflicting feelings inside of her were all battling with each other. She knew that they all wanted what was best for her, but it was killing her inside. And worst of all, there was no one who would understand.
"Yeah," Anya said, pulling back from her husband a bit and wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm fine."
"You sure?" Spike asked to everyone's shock.
"Hey!" Xander spat at the vampire. He then turned to Anya. "Are you sure?"
Anya nodded, lying to her friends. She shot Spike a look that told him not to say anything and he merely raised an eyebrow at her.
Xander helped Anya to her feet and immediately hugged her again. "God Anya, the more I worry the more a realize how much I love you."
Anya placed a sweet kiss on her husband's lips. "Good, because we are going to have a lot to worry about."
TBC...
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Please review you guys! There kittens and lollipops if you do...