Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Buffyverse. I wish I owned Andy. Gina is mine.

Well, here's chapter 3, folks! Enjoy!

Stalker Love

            Andrew awoke with a start to the sound of a woman screaming.  He knew that the TV was still on, and that the screaming woman had been part of the black and white movie showing on the screen.  He knew he had been dreaming, but the images were now gone, lost in the time it took his mind to recall where he was.  Gina was fast asleep on his lap, curled up on the couch in the basement of her house.  Their casual stroll had taken a serious turn after she had laced her fingers in his, and had taken him home.  Once there, they had gone downstairs, and started watching TV, making small talk until some version of Dracula had begun showing, at which time Gina had cuddled up to him, and later fallen asleep.

            Andrew was immensely proud of the way he was handling himself.  Afterall, Gina was the first girl to ever show any interest in him, and even though they had only really met a few hours ago, he felt as if everything was right in the world.  Of course, there was that nagging voice that kept reminding him that Warren, the former love of his life, and Jonathan, his co-Super Villain, were dead, and that there was still something coming that ate you feet first.  But other than that, Andrew was a pretty happy guy at that particular moment in time.  The only thing that could possibly have made him happier would have been to know that Buffy and her friends were marginally worried about what had become of him.

            Feeling that itching urge to get up and stretch after falling asleep in an awkward position (being sitting up on a couch), Andrew carefully moved out from under Gina.  She murmured something construed by sleep, but was unperturbed from her slumber.  He watched her for a few moments, and found himself thinking about Warren.  Andrew had spent a whole night watching Warren sleep, wondering what schemes were playing themselves out in dreamscape, and hoping that he was a part of them—even if only a small part.

            Curiosity tickled his spine, so Andrew tore his gaze away from Gina's sleeping form, and went upstairs.  Her parents were away on business apparently, so the only person he had to fear of waking was Gina herself.  The stairwell opened up into the kitchen, where a lazy tabby was sprawled across the kitchen table.  Andrew remembered Gina telling him the cat's name was Dalton, due to Andrew's preferred Bond actor.  The cat watched him warily as he passed into the living room, but made no move to follow.  Andrew had to lean over the back of the armchair to turn the lamp on.  He turned around to face a sparsely furnished room; only a couch, a TV on a stand, and an organ took up the space around him.  A painting of a ship sailing into a sunset hung over the fireplace.  He went to the TV stand, and opened the cupboard doors.  Three photo albums stood to one side, and on the other was stacked thirty or so movies, including the Star Trek series, the Star Wars Trilogy, a pirated copy of the first Lord of the Rings film, Timothy Dalton's two Bond movies, and a slew of taped off the TV cassettes filled with The X-Files.  Andrew began to believe that maybe he should allow himself to be creeped out—just a little.

            Andrew reached for the album nearest him, and opened it to the middle.  He was staring at Sunnydale High's graduation, as seen through the eyes of Gina and her family.  It was not Gina's Grad, though.  Andrew turned the page, and his eyes widened in horror.

            "Find anything interesting, Andy?" Gina asked from the doorway.

            Andrew's thoughts went as follows:  Oh crap!  What do I tell her?  Does she know?  Maybe she doesn't.  But what if she does?  Oh crap!

            "Just stay cool.  Chances are good that she doesn't know you had anything to with what happened to her sister."

            Andrew lifted his eyes to see Warren crouched next to the TV stand.  "But what if she does?" he whispered back.  "What if it's all been an elaborate plot to get me alone just so she can kill me?"

            Warren's eyes took on an otherworldly glow.  "I won't let her kill you, Andrew.  I'm not done with you yet."

            Andrew closed the photo album, and put it back where he'd found it.  He got up slowly, not taking his eyes from Warren's.  "I didn't want to wake you, and I needed to get up and move around, so I came upstairs where I couldn't, uh, wake you."

            Warren nodded, a mocking smirk on his face.  "You old Smoothie."

            The blond narrowed his eyes at him, then turned to face Gina.  She was still standing in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest.  "Those were Trina's Grad photos, weren't they?"

            Andrew shrugged.  "They were someone's Grad photos."  Gina nodded, shifting her gaze to the floor.  "Is she…your sister?"

            Gina sat down in the chair with a sigh.  "Yeah, Trina was my sister."

            "What happened to her?"  Andrew seated himself, cross-legged, in front of her.

            "Don't play dumb with me, Andy."  Her eyes flashed angrily, but then it was gone.  "She told me what happened, about what you and your friends tried to do to her.  She came back to warn me about you.  Matter of fact, Trina's standing over there by the TV."

            Andrew chanced a glance over his shoulder, but he saw Warren, not Katrina, standing next to the TV.  "I can't see her."

            "Of course you can't," Gina replied haughtily.  "Only I can see her."  She cocked her head to the side, and leaned forward.  "Trina's mad at you, Andy.  She was going to college and had met this really sweet guy and they were going to go away for a weekend and she was sure he was gonna ask her to marry him, but you took all that away from her.  You have to pay for what you did to her.  She wants me to kill you, Andy."

Well?  How's that? Are you suspensed? Lemme know what y'all think! Thanks for reading and supporting that madness that is my Andy crush. He's so adorable. *Sigh*