Part 2: Chain Reaction

Buffy walked outside the house she and Angel used to live in, armed with a camera.  She had woken up with a clear head, and now she had decided to take pictures of the house and other Angel-like things to remember him by.

Looking up, she realized that the three story house was too tall to fit in the frame of the camera if she stood right in front of it.  She estimated that if she stood in the street, the house might fit…the street where cars sped along, where if she got hit, she could die and be with Angel again.

Shaking her head, she cleared it from any suicidal thoughts, which she seemed to be having a lot of lately.  *No…Angel wouldn't want that.  He would want you to go on with your fucking life…all alone*.

"Terminal 7" a bored voice exclaimed.

"Thank you."  Joyce looked around the train station before spotting Terminal 7-London.  She looked around nervously before smacking herself on the head.  Her husband shouldn't be suspicious; she had told him she was visiting Buffy.  Maybe she should check in with Buffy before going to see Rupert.  Stepping into the train, Joyce shuddered with excitement at the thought of seeing Rupert.

Buffy threw the camera down in annoyance, watching in sick satisfaction as it broke.  *God, what the hell is wrong with me?* 

She needed to get out.  Buffy ran through a mental list of the names of her friends, before settling on Giles.  Without another thought, she picked up Angel's leather jacket and her keys, and sped out the door.

"Joyce"

"Hello Rupert, how are you?"

"Fine, come on in," He stepped aside, cleaning his glasses, "How is Buffy?"
Joyce turned around and stared at him, "Fine, well as fine as she can be considering her husband just died."  Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself, "Sorry, touchy subject."

"It's okay.  I understand."

"So…"

"How are you Joyce?"

"I'm great, although I do miss you," at that, she opened her jacket, "But, the question is if you miss me?" she asked as she trailed a finger over her bare breast.

"I…uh…I..." Laughing, Joyce pulled Rupert on the couch.  Neither noticed the face looking in from the window in the door.

Buffy's breath hitched in her throat at the sight in front of her.  He hand flew to her mouth as she lost her footing and fell off the stairs.  Picking herself up, Buffy sped away as fast as she could, not looking back.

Cutting in the middle of the streets, she stumbled around, dazed, tears leaking from her eyes.  Not realizing where she was, she crumbled down onto the ground.  All of a sudden, she looked up, only to see the blinding lights of a car rushing towards her.  A blinding pain spread through her body, before she fell numb.  Her last conscious thought was of her lost love, Angel.

A/N:  I'm sorry, but when I load it, it always turns out in one paragraph.  You know, it doesn't show a new paragraph when a new person speaks.  I always hate that, but I don't know what to do, so sorry.  If you know how to change it, then tell me.  Thank you.