I'm BACK! Yes, it's true, I am back. I barely passed Geometry (I made a 70)
so I got grounded from the Internet until the progress report came back
with a better grade. Sorry. But, I'm back for an update. To all those
waiting for Cures and My Second Calling, give me a few days. Thankies!
Disclaimer: I just get to have a little fun, but no money.
Feedback: I know it took so long to update, but can I still ask for feedback? Please!
AN: I really love Tara, And wish she and Buffy had a better relationship then they did in this show, so I made my own here. Enjoy!
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MORE GOODBYES
Buffy took one last glance as she and Angel boarded the plane to New York. She was wondering if she should have called anyone to say goodbye. Obviously, after telling her mom what had happened, Joyce had not problems with Buffy going away. Except that she would be losing her daughter.
On the plane, Angel kept glancing over at her and trying to talk to her. She loved Angel, but right now, she didn't want to talk. Her thoughts were cloudy and she had the impression that she had been running on adrenaline for the past 48 hours. She was so tired, and still so terrified.
"Buffy, we're here," Angel said.
Buffy woke with a start and pulled away from the male voice that had pierced her troubled sleep. When she realized it was only Angel, she sighed.
"Oh," Buffy whispered. "God, I'm sorry. Just a little, I don't know, nervous I guess."
"No," Angel shook his head. "It's okay."
But Angel couldn't help thinking that she was a little scared of him. Would she be like this for the weeks to come? Would she ever fully trust any male again? God, he hoped so.
He and Buffy picked up their luggage and drove to his apartment.
"Um," Angel realized something. "I only have one bed."
Buffy, being just a little paranoid looked at him like he was suggesting something.
"No!" Angel answered quickly, noticing her face. "I was just saying- that came wrong. I meant, you could have the bed. It's in there."
He pointed across the room to the bedroom door.
Buffy relaxed and smiled slightly at his nervousness. He wasn't trying to freak her out, but that's how she felt right now. But he didn't have to know that.
"Can I use your phone? My cell's out." Buffy asked. "I mean, I don't know why, but I didn't say goodbye to anyone."
"Yeah, here," Angel agreed, throwing her his phone. "Just, put it on the table when you're done."
"Thanks," Buffy smiled. She walked to the bedroom and shut the door. She knew exactly who tot call, the one person, besides Angel who wouldn't judge her.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice asked.
"Hi Tara," Buffy sighed.
"Buffy?" Tara asked. "Why are you calling so late? Is something wrong?"
"Yes, but it's okay now," Buffy said hurriedly. "I just want to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Tara asked, fully awake now. "What do you mean?"
"I'm in New York, Tara," Buffy answered. "With Angel. You remember when we were talking about getting out? Well, I did. I'm sorry I couldn't take you too, but I got out. I really miss you and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before I actually left."
"It's ok," Tara answered, cutting off her breathless speech. "I understand. I miss you too."
Buffy could almost feel Tara's smile as an instant calm came over her.
"I have to go," Buffy said. "I'll call you."
"I'll tell the other's for you, if you want," Tara replied. "Spike'll-"
"NO!" Buffy yelled. "Sorry, no Spike. Don't tell him anything. He's- just you all need to stay way from him okay?"
"Okay but-"
"But nothing," Buffy said. "Just, I'm sorry, just no Spike."
"Ok," Tara agreed.
"Bye," Buffy whispered.
"Goodbye," Tara said. "I miss you already."
Buffy smiled and fell asleep as soon as the phone clicked off. Only to be awakened early the next morning by a fierce drumming coming from the front door.
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I write, you read, you review, I write more! Isn't it wonderful?
Disclaimer: I just get to have a little fun, but no money.
Feedback: I know it took so long to update, but can I still ask for feedback? Please!
AN: I really love Tara, And wish she and Buffy had a better relationship then they did in this show, so I made my own here. Enjoy!
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MORE GOODBYES
Buffy took one last glance as she and Angel boarded the plane to New York. She was wondering if she should have called anyone to say goodbye. Obviously, after telling her mom what had happened, Joyce had not problems with Buffy going away. Except that she would be losing her daughter.
On the plane, Angel kept glancing over at her and trying to talk to her. She loved Angel, but right now, she didn't want to talk. Her thoughts were cloudy and she had the impression that she had been running on adrenaline for the past 48 hours. She was so tired, and still so terrified.
"Buffy, we're here," Angel said.
Buffy woke with a start and pulled away from the male voice that had pierced her troubled sleep. When she realized it was only Angel, she sighed.
"Oh," Buffy whispered. "God, I'm sorry. Just a little, I don't know, nervous I guess."
"No," Angel shook his head. "It's okay."
But Angel couldn't help thinking that she was a little scared of him. Would she be like this for the weeks to come? Would she ever fully trust any male again? God, he hoped so.
He and Buffy picked up their luggage and drove to his apartment.
"Um," Angel realized something. "I only have one bed."
Buffy, being just a little paranoid looked at him like he was suggesting something.
"No!" Angel answered quickly, noticing her face. "I was just saying- that came wrong. I meant, you could have the bed. It's in there."
He pointed across the room to the bedroom door.
Buffy relaxed and smiled slightly at his nervousness. He wasn't trying to freak her out, but that's how she felt right now. But he didn't have to know that.
"Can I use your phone? My cell's out." Buffy asked. "I mean, I don't know why, but I didn't say goodbye to anyone."
"Yeah, here," Angel agreed, throwing her his phone. "Just, put it on the table when you're done."
"Thanks," Buffy smiled. She walked to the bedroom and shut the door. She knew exactly who tot call, the one person, besides Angel who wouldn't judge her.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice asked.
"Hi Tara," Buffy sighed.
"Buffy?" Tara asked. "Why are you calling so late? Is something wrong?"
"Yes, but it's okay now," Buffy said hurriedly. "I just want to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Tara asked, fully awake now. "What do you mean?"
"I'm in New York, Tara," Buffy answered. "With Angel. You remember when we were talking about getting out? Well, I did. I'm sorry I couldn't take you too, but I got out. I really miss you and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before I actually left."
"It's ok," Tara answered, cutting off her breathless speech. "I understand. I miss you too."
Buffy could almost feel Tara's smile as an instant calm came over her.
"I have to go," Buffy said. "I'll call you."
"I'll tell the other's for you, if you want," Tara replied. "Spike'll-"
"NO!" Buffy yelled. "Sorry, no Spike. Don't tell him anything. He's- just you all need to stay way from him okay?"
"Okay but-"
"But nothing," Buffy said. "Just, I'm sorry, just no Spike."
"Ok," Tara agreed.
"Bye," Buffy whispered.
"Goodbye," Tara said. "I miss you already."
Buffy smiled and fell asleep as soon as the phone clicked off. Only to be awakened early the next morning by a fierce drumming coming from the front door.
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I write, you read, you review, I write more! Isn't it wonderful?