So, here it is, another installment of Andy's Woes. Cuz he's sooo cute when he has woes! And he's sooo cute when…when…ALL THE REST OF THE TIME!
I'm okay, really I am.
Love PainsAndrew took Gina's hand, leading her away from Sunnydale High. "Buffy's is this way," he informed her. He was seething after what Warren had said, but he did not want to take it out on her.
"Are you sure?" she asked timidly.
He refused to answer. Whatever Warren was up to, there was no way Andrew was going back into that building. Especially if Jonathan was still there, in the basement, his insides exposed to the world, blood everywhere, and vermin nibbling…He shook his head to chase the thoughts away, as he was grossing himself out by thinking them.
They rounded a corner, only to be greeted by the high school once more.
"The hell--?" Gina murmured under her breath.
Andrew set his jaw in determination, and turned down a different street. Again Sunnydale High loomed in the short distance.
Gina was shaking as her eyes met his. "What the hell is going on, Andy?" He exhaled sharply, releasing her hand. He sat down on the curb, folding his arms across his chest. "Andy, come on, you gotta tell me. This is way too weird and scary for me." Gina lowered herself to his eye level, but he refused to meet her gaze. "You do know, I can tell."
"It's Warren," he stated venomously.
"Why?"
Andrew shrugged. "He said he wasn't done with me yet. Maybe I'm s'posed to sacrifice you since sacrificing Jonathan didn't work. But I told him I wouldn't help him anymore. I told him to go away. He won't listen." More quietly, he added, "Warren's a jerk."
"I'm getting that impression." She made him look at her. "D'you wanna tell me about him?"
Andrew flinched. "Not really." He took her hands in his. "But I guess I owe you that much." He took a deep breath, then began, "M-Me, Jonathan and Warren banded together to take over Sunnydale 'cause we realized that we couldn't build She-bots and play Dungeons & Dragons for, like, ever. The plan went kinda really wrong, and K-Katrina was the victim of the…g-going…wrong. Warren totally freaked out and made us f-frame Buffy for the…accident. When it didn't really work out the way he wanted it—'cause everything's gotta be Warren's way, Warren's way or the highway." He shook his head, then realized he was off-track. Andrew continued, "He went after Buffy and killed Willow's girlfriend, and then Willow went all bad-ass witch and k-killed Warren. Meanwhile, me 'n Jonathan were in jail, and then Anya broke us out 'cause Willow was coming after us, but then Xander reminded Willow of the good old days and something about breaking crayons to turn her good again. But me 'n Jonathan had already fled to Mexico," he paused, then added with a shrug, "to escape her wrath.
"We both started having dreams. I'm not sure if Jonathan saw Warren, but I did, and he convinced me to come back to Sunnydale. And, oh look, our old school was back to standing," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the structure, "and Warren told us where to find the door to the H-Hellmouth, and then I—" he gulped nervously,
"—m-murdered Jonathan to open it. But there wasn't enough b-blood, so nothing happened, and then Willow found me and took me to Buffy's. Enter the tying me to a chair and questioning me about the Evil Thing, but I don't really know anything about it except that it can look like Warren." He added, "Honest."
Gina was nodding. "So, for whatever reason, it would seem that this Evil Thing That Can Look Like Warren wants you to go back to school."
"You're not disturbed by the fact that I just confessed to hallucinating my dead Love and murdering my best friend in cold blood?"
"I am disturbed about that, Andy, I am, but I think there's a bigger issue here that we need to deal with first." Andrew blinked at her. "Come on, let's go inside, and see where else we're led." Gina straightened, and started up the walk.
"Wait!" Andrew leapt to his feet in protest. "I will not go in there! I can't go in there! Don't you get it? Evil, scary things happen in there!"
She put her hands on her hips as she turned towards him. "Andy, it's a high school, of course evil, scary things happen here. Like trig, algebra, calculus, physics, and—oh!—gym class. Organized team sports, just not my thing."
"Yeah, dodgeball's dangerous," he agreed. "Hey! Don't patronize me!"
"I'm not, I promise."
"I won't go in there," he reiterated stubbornly. "You can't make me."
"Fine." She threw her hands in the air. "So, what's your better idea?"
Thanks for reading, and thanks for all your grrroovy reviews, I love you all! I could not be doing this without you, and of course, especially not without Tom. Baby, I want you in my room STAT! Err…was that out loud? =;-)
