Title: Alleys, Thoughts, and Angel Thinkage
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fic and my claim that Buffy is Connor's mother.
Summary: Buffy patrols, finding nothing, so shestarts to havethoughtsabout her soul mate.
Timeline: Post-Chosen.
Changes: Well, there is the part that Buffy did actually acknowledge being Connor's mother and her friends' meanness to her, but that's just how I see it...
Buffy walked out of the new Watchers Council Headquarters around 9:30pm.
The moon was out, and it was almost in the full cast, when the werewolves would be out howling to the stars, and looking for their prey.
She heard a stirring in a nearby alley, and went to investigate. She was always jumpy now. She was still in close contact with the others, but she could not look any of them in the eye any longer and Xander not at all.
They had hurt her soul one final time when they threw her out.
And now, she was just another slayer. Okay, so she was one of the two slayers, and there were a bunch of SITs walking around, but there was only one other person near her that she could look in the eye. Faith. And she was off with Wood in Spain or something.
The noise in the alley turned out to be a rat or something. There was nothing to investigate.
She turned back around and started to wonder about her soul mate. The last time she had seen him, she had just gotten back from heaven.
She smiled, and thought about some things while she looked for a vampire to stake.
When she got tired though, her face got the dreamy look. She took her phone out and dialed a private helicopter of the Council's.
"I wonder if Angel will mind any visitors..." she thought aloud as she walked off to reclaim her mate, husband, and father of her son Connor, whom she never had gotten the chance to meet.
And she smiled as she felt the claudaigh on her finger. Then she said to herself, "I wonder if Angel has any spells to hold the kitchen counter, and keep it from breaking..."
End