When In Rome
When In Rome
If anyone is into Peter Pan, please check out my fic Neverland Away. No one's read it and that makes me sad. Thanks to the reviewers, I like to when people read this stuff!
3 Waterways And Dams
It's a well known fact that Romans were once known for their well built dams and aqueducts. However, like some really old people with hairy ears say: they don't make things like they used to. Up to this point Andrew had been inches away from spilling his secret, and Willow had been seconds away from letting the water works flow. The Summers apartment had been consumed with chaos.
Andrew shoved his cinnamon bun in his mouth to keep from talking, and Willow suddenly got up and ran into what she thought was the bathroom, but was actually the broom closet. A few seconds later she emerged looking sheepish, and Buffy pointed her the way to the real bathroom, which Willow then went in to wash her face, and hopefully the feeling that she was about to cry, away.
When things calmed down, Buffy turned to Andrew "You were saying?"
Andrew's eyes enlarged, almost popping out of his head (not literally), and with his mouth filled with food, he managed to mumble "I ma'nt npaying amyfing" which Buffy deciphered as "I wasn't saying anything."
Buffy raised her eyebrow and gave him a disapproving look "You were going to tell me what you're lying about."
"I wasn't lying!" Andrew's eyes darted around the room in a highly suspicious manner.
"Hmm... Who am I gonna believe, my best friend, or a formally evil nerd." Buffy pretended to contemplate.
"Who are you gonna believe? The person actually thinking the thoughts? Or, some witch?" Andrew said, finally forcing himself to look at Buffy he added "Unless she's never made any kind of magical errors."
Buffy stopped, remembering all the botched magic spells her friend had done. There was her first Angel ensouling try, and that spell where she got engaged to Spike, and the one where she wiped out all of their memories. She had had her fair share of mishaps. But she also had her fair share of good spells too, like the second ensouling spell, the one to join essence with the first slayer, and the one to make all girls slayers. Plus, this new ability wasn't a spell, exactly. More like wicca enhanced intuition. Besides, Buffy trusted her.
"Andrew, what are you- you're not evil again, are you!?" Buffy gasped.
"What?! No!!" Andrew quickly replied, swallowing his food.
"I think she would've gotten more than a 'lying' vibe if he were evil, Buff." Dawn sighed.
"Yeah!" Andrew agreed.
Buffy smiled "So, you think Willow's intuition is spot on, then?" She asked.
Andrew grimaced, finally he answered "Fine, but everyone has their secrets."
"Not us!" Buffy objected, which made Dawn bitterly laugh.
"Oh yes, everything's fine, I'm just dreaming my dead ex came back to life." Dawn angrily retorted.
Buffy threw her hands up in resignation. "Aaah!" she cried "Why are we all so crazy?! I can't help what I dream."
"I'm not mad at you for dreaming it, I'm mad at you for not letting me help you." Dawn nearly growled.
"I'm sorry Dawnie, I didn't want to worry you."
"I was worried anyway." Dawn breathed. "But I guess I understand." She paused, finally decided to muster up the courage to ask "Did you- did you love him?"
Andrew's ears perked up, but all Buffy said was "It doesn't matter anymore."
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It was one week later. Willow had taken up residence on the Summers' futon in their living room. Dawn was currently at school and Andrew had gone back to Giles' the first chance he got. He seemed to have been trying to get away from something, Buffy thought. However, it mustn't have been that bad or scary because the doorbell rang, and Andrew's face appeared at the door when Buffy answered it.
"Andrew, what brings you to this neck of the woods, and so soon since your last visit?" Buffy glibly asked.
But it didn't take wicca intuition to know something was wrong by the way Andrew was looking at her. There was something Andrew didn't want to tell her.
Willow walked in behind Buffy. "Andrew!" she exclaimed, but then she saw it too. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Giles, he sent me. He's headed to L.A. already." Andrew said.
"Another apocalypse?" Buffy asked in an exasperated yet business-like tone.
"No. A funeral." he answered.
Apocalypses, those you could deal with, slay something scaly, or end a blood ritual, but death? Nobody's ever really ready to deal with that.
TBC
After ME didn't follow up on Cordy's death, I decided I'd do it for them.
When In Rome
If anyone is into Peter Pan, please check out my fic Neverland Away. No one's read it and that makes me sad. Thanks to the reviewers, I like to when people read this stuff!
3 Waterways And Dams
It's a well known fact that Romans were once known for their well built dams and aqueducts. However, like some really old people with hairy ears say: they don't make things like they used to. Up to this point Andrew had been inches away from spilling his secret, and Willow had been seconds away from letting the water works flow. The Summers apartment had been consumed with chaos.
Andrew shoved his cinnamon bun in his mouth to keep from talking, and Willow suddenly got up and ran into what she thought was the bathroom, but was actually the broom closet. A few seconds later she emerged looking sheepish, and Buffy pointed her the way to the real bathroom, which Willow then went in to wash her face, and hopefully the feeling that she was about to cry, away.
When things calmed down, Buffy turned to Andrew "You were saying?"
Andrew's eyes enlarged, almost popping out of his head (not literally), and with his mouth filled with food, he managed to mumble "I ma'nt npaying amyfing" which Buffy deciphered as "I wasn't saying anything."
Buffy raised her eyebrow and gave him a disapproving look "You were going to tell me what you're lying about."
"I wasn't lying!" Andrew's eyes darted around the room in a highly suspicious manner.
"Hmm... Who am I gonna believe, my best friend, or a formally evil nerd." Buffy pretended to contemplate.
"Who are you gonna believe? The person actually thinking the thoughts? Or, some witch?" Andrew said, finally forcing himself to look at Buffy he added "Unless she's never made any kind of magical errors."
Buffy stopped, remembering all the botched magic spells her friend had done. There was her first Angel ensouling try, and that spell where she got engaged to Spike, and the one where she wiped out all of their memories. She had had her fair share of mishaps. But she also had her fair share of good spells too, like the second ensouling spell, the one to join essence with the first slayer, and the one to make all girls slayers. Plus, this new ability wasn't a spell, exactly. More like wicca enhanced intuition. Besides, Buffy trusted her.
"Andrew, what are you- you're not evil again, are you!?" Buffy gasped.
"What?! No!!" Andrew quickly replied, swallowing his food.
"I think she would've gotten more than a 'lying' vibe if he were evil, Buff." Dawn sighed.
"Yeah!" Andrew agreed.
Buffy smiled "So, you think Willow's intuition is spot on, then?" She asked.
Andrew grimaced, finally he answered "Fine, but everyone has their secrets."
"Not us!" Buffy objected, which made Dawn bitterly laugh.
"Oh yes, everything's fine, I'm just dreaming my dead ex came back to life." Dawn angrily retorted.
Buffy threw her hands up in resignation. "Aaah!" she cried "Why are we all so crazy?! I can't help what I dream."
"I'm not mad at you for dreaming it, I'm mad at you for not letting me help you." Dawn nearly growled.
"I'm sorry Dawnie, I didn't want to worry you."
"I was worried anyway." Dawn breathed. "But I guess I understand." She paused, finally decided to muster up the courage to ask "Did you- did you love him?"
Andrew's ears perked up, but all Buffy said was "It doesn't matter anymore."
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It was one week later. Willow had taken up residence on the Summers' futon in their living room. Dawn was currently at school and Andrew had gone back to Giles' the first chance he got. He seemed to have been trying to get away from something, Buffy thought. However, it mustn't have been that bad or scary because the doorbell rang, and Andrew's face appeared at the door when Buffy answered it.
"Andrew, what brings you to this neck of the woods, and so soon since your last visit?" Buffy glibly asked.
But it didn't take wicca intuition to know something was wrong by the way Andrew was looking at her. There was something Andrew didn't want to tell her.
Willow walked in behind Buffy. "Andrew!" she exclaimed, but then she saw it too. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Giles, he sent me. He's headed to L.A. already." Andrew said.
"Another apocalypse?" Buffy asked in an exasperated yet business-like tone.
"No. A funeral." he answered.
Apocalypses, those you could deal with, slay something scaly, or end a blood ritual, but death? Nobody's ever really ready to deal with that.
TBC
After ME didn't follow up on Cordy's death, I decided I'd do it for them.