Title: Conflicting Memories
Author: boredom, what else?
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing belongs to me. If they did, then both shows would be planning on a million more seasons, but alas, even the best of things must eventually come to an end. That doesn't mean I have to take it lying down. I'm going to kick and scream till the very end!
Summery: Clashing memories plague Buffy's thoughts.
Author's notes: Not much to go on, I know. Sorry. Can't even really tell you the season...well, yeah I can. Season Six, right after she comes back, pretty much.
For those of you who are reading my other stories as well, there is a slight chance there will be updates tomorrow on these stories" The Dark Years, and One of a Kind. The other two...three...two that I'm working on, Divine Interference and Stolen Innocence, I just have to get my butt into gear and make an update possible!
Please review!!!
And that's where I shall leave you...
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Thoughts and images slowly flitted through her mind, as she sat there in the dark.
"I feel weird."
"I know. I do, too. I mean, I only came to see you so I could tell you face-to-face not to see me - face-to-face anymore, - and I know there is a fly in the logic ointment here somewhere, but.. The next thing I knew we're being attacked by this mutant ninja demon thing, and then we're on the floor on top of each other, and it's just really confusing being around you."
Angel grabbing her, and almost getting it on, right there in the sewer tunnel. The heat coming from his dead lips, and the aching inside her, for him to just take her and ravage her then and there. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, and him inside her once more.
She was walking in a park overlooking the beach. She felt something and turned around, to see Angel stepping through a shadowed arch in a hedge.
And then he was rushing out at her, upon that promenade, in the middle of the day. He was kissing her, and she was pressed against him, and she could feel him against her. And she loved every minute of feeling, being so close to him.
"You're still the Slayer. And I'm not sure what I am now. I don't know what my purpose is. I can't just wedge myself into your life back in Sunnydale. It wouldn't be good for either of us. Not to mention the fact that you just started college. And what about slaying. I mean, if you had me to worry about, you might not be as focused."
They sat at his table, in his apartment underground, safe from the once killing rays of the sun that now no longer harmed him. They were both playing the careful card, being the responsible one, but all she really wanted to do was jump him right there, get him inside her, where everything else seemed less important.
"I'm not saying I don't want you. You know how much.. I'm just saying it's worth the wait to be sure this is right. I need to be sure you won't get hurt again."
"You know it's a good thing I didn't fantasize about you turning human only about 10 zillion times, because today would have been a real let down. - So how does the mature plan go? You call me? I call you? What?"
"We stay in touch - just not..."
"Literally. - Funny. Okay, I'd better..."
"Right. Remove the temptation."
"So, we'll - talk soon."
And then someone touched the other. She wasn't totally clear on this part; who's fault it was. Maybe it was her doing, and maybe it was his. But all of a sudden, someone had jumped the other, and they couldn't be close enough. They banged into the wall, and he cleared off everything from the table in a frenzy, bending her over it, and then he picked her up and carried her off to his bedroom, kissing the whole time, for blissful hours of passionate, burning sex. How could she have settled for anything less, was beyond her thinking. How she could have settled for anyone else, her heart would have broke just thinking about it, before. But things were infinitely different now.
"You hurt my boyfriend."
"A great darkness is coming."
"You got that right."
She remembered him disappearing for ages. It may have been only hours, but it had seemed like forever...physically being away from him had hurt so much.
"So what? You just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being a regular Joe and decided it was more fun being a superhero?"
"You know that's not it. How can we be together if the cost is your life, or the lives of others? I know. I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure - if I could do it if I woke up with you one more morning."
And then his announcement when he had finally come back, when all she had wanted to do was have him hold her, safe and warm in his arms. Clinging to him, pleading with him to undo his decision. To stay with her, forever.
"The Oracles are giving us back the day, turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me mortal."
"When?"
"Another minute."
"A minute? No. No, it's not enough time!"
"We don't have a choice. It's done."
"How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we had? What we could have had?"
"You won't. No one will know but me."
"Everything we did."
"It never happened."
"It did. It did. I know it did! I felt your heart beat."
"Buffy..."
"No! Oh God. It's not enough time."
"Shh, please. Please. Please, please."
"No. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget."
And then the day had restarted. She went to visit her dad, and once Dawn was introduced into her family, she had dragged her along as well. Three sets of memories for that one day. Which was real?
They all were, it seemed. The Powers must have figured it no longer mattered if she knew what had really gone on, she was dead. She had been in heaven, and happy. But now....they hadn't separated her memories when she had come back. Maybe they hadn't seen it coming. She knew she certainly hadn't. They hadn't merged them either, to the memory she was supposed to possess, and instead left her with three different memories.
A single tear fell down her cheek, running languidly down her pale skin, but she didn't feel the pain, or the wetness, or the cold. She was dead inside. Dead in side, wishing to feel the pain, or the passion. Or anything at all.
She just wanted to feel.
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End....what do you think?
Author: boredom, what else?
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing belongs to me. If they did, then both shows would be planning on a million more seasons, but alas, even the best of things must eventually come to an end. That doesn't mean I have to take it lying down. I'm going to kick and scream till the very end!
Summery: Clashing memories plague Buffy's thoughts.
Author's notes: Not much to go on, I know. Sorry. Can't even really tell you the season...well, yeah I can. Season Six, right after she comes back, pretty much.
For those of you who are reading my other stories as well, there is a slight chance there will be updates tomorrow on these stories" The Dark Years, and One of a Kind. The other two...three...two that I'm working on, Divine Interference and Stolen Innocence, I just have to get my butt into gear and make an update possible!
Please review!!!
And that's where I shall leave you...
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Thoughts and images slowly flitted through her mind, as she sat there in the dark.
"I feel weird."
"I know. I do, too. I mean, I only came to see you so I could tell you face-to-face not to see me - face-to-face anymore, - and I know there is a fly in the logic ointment here somewhere, but.. The next thing I knew we're being attacked by this mutant ninja demon thing, and then we're on the floor on top of each other, and it's just really confusing being around you."
Angel grabbing her, and almost getting it on, right there in the sewer tunnel. The heat coming from his dead lips, and the aching inside her, for him to just take her and ravage her then and there. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, and him inside her once more.
She was walking in a park overlooking the beach. She felt something and turned around, to see Angel stepping through a shadowed arch in a hedge.
And then he was rushing out at her, upon that promenade, in the middle of the day. He was kissing her, and she was pressed against him, and she could feel him against her. And she loved every minute of feeling, being so close to him.
"You're still the Slayer. And I'm not sure what I am now. I don't know what my purpose is. I can't just wedge myself into your life back in Sunnydale. It wouldn't be good for either of us. Not to mention the fact that you just started college. And what about slaying. I mean, if you had me to worry about, you might not be as focused."
They sat at his table, in his apartment underground, safe from the once killing rays of the sun that now no longer harmed him. They were both playing the careful card, being the responsible one, but all she really wanted to do was jump him right there, get him inside her, where everything else seemed less important.
"I'm not saying I don't want you. You know how much.. I'm just saying it's worth the wait to be sure this is right. I need to be sure you won't get hurt again."
"You know it's a good thing I didn't fantasize about you turning human only about 10 zillion times, because today would have been a real let down. - So how does the mature plan go? You call me? I call you? What?"
"We stay in touch - just not..."
"Literally. - Funny. Okay, I'd better..."
"Right. Remove the temptation."
"So, we'll - talk soon."
And then someone touched the other. She wasn't totally clear on this part; who's fault it was. Maybe it was her doing, and maybe it was his. But all of a sudden, someone had jumped the other, and they couldn't be close enough. They banged into the wall, and he cleared off everything from the table in a frenzy, bending her over it, and then he picked her up and carried her off to his bedroom, kissing the whole time, for blissful hours of passionate, burning sex. How could she have settled for anything less, was beyond her thinking. How she could have settled for anyone else, her heart would have broke just thinking about it, before. But things were infinitely different now.
"You hurt my boyfriend."
"A great darkness is coming."
"You got that right."
She remembered him disappearing for ages. It may have been only hours, but it had seemed like forever...physically being away from him had hurt so much.
"So what? You just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being a regular Joe and decided it was more fun being a superhero?"
"You know that's not it. How can we be together if the cost is your life, or the lives of others? I know. I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure - if I could do it if I woke up with you one more morning."
And then his announcement when he had finally come back, when all she had wanted to do was have him hold her, safe and warm in his arms. Clinging to him, pleading with him to undo his decision. To stay with her, forever.
"The Oracles are giving us back the day, turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me mortal."
"When?"
"Another minute."
"A minute? No. No, it's not enough time!"
"We don't have a choice. It's done."
"How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we had? What we could have had?"
"You won't. No one will know but me."
"Everything we did."
"It never happened."
"It did. It did. I know it did! I felt your heart beat."
"Buffy..."
"No! Oh God. It's not enough time."
"Shh, please. Please. Please, please."
"No. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget."
And then the day had restarted. She went to visit her dad, and once Dawn was introduced into her family, she had dragged her along as well. Three sets of memories for that one day. Which was real?
They all were, it seemed. The Powers must have figured it no longer mattered if she knew what had really gone on, she was dead. She had been in heaven, and happy. But now....they hadn't separated her memories when she had come back. Maybe they hadn't seen it coming. She knew she certainly hadn't. They hadn't merged them either, to the memory she was supposed to possess, and instead left her with three different memories.
A single tear fell down her cheek, running languidly down her pale skin, but she didn't feel the pain, or the wetness, or the cold. She was dead inside. Dead in side, wishing to feel the pain, or the passion. Or anything at all.
She just wanted to feel.
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End....what do you think?