Ok chapter two, Wahoo. This otta be interesting. Thanks for the great reviews, and MBB, sorry about the shortness, but it was just a beginning chapter, I am hoping the others will be longer, also I'm not really a expert on the show, I haven't really seen many of the shows because of the time they are on . Also, feel free to put this on your site; it's an honor to be asked. Don't forget to review.
Buffy stopped her jeep in front of her best friend Willow's house. She was waiting out front. : "Hurry, hop in, his plane should be here in about 15 minutes."
"Okay." They drove off, Willow picked up the picture of Scott, which Buffy dropped into the cup holder between the seats. "Wow, your right he looks kind of skinny and sick in this picture, definitely someone who wouldn't make it here at Sunnydale High."
Buffy sighed in response, as they pulled into the parking lot of the airport. She double parked, and jumped out of the jeep. "Shit my mom's gonna kill me if I'm late." Buffy mumbled.
Willow hurried to keep up with the taller, stronger girl. By the time they reached the waiting area, Willow was out of breath, and the passengers had disembarked and were milling around, trying to find friends, relatives, and rides.
"Damn, I don't see him anywhere." Buffy swore. Willow looked at the picture she still held in her hand, it didn't match any of the people in the room. Finally, as the crowd thinned, a tall, rather muscular boy in black jeans, red sunglasses, and a black leather jacket grabbed Buffy from behind.
Buffy shrieked, and pulled away, she got into a defensive stance, ready to fight.
"You are still a jumpy one aren't you cuz?" The boy said with a lopsided smile.
Slowly Buffy recognized him, "SCOTT, oh my god, you look so much different!" After they hugged and greeted each other, Buffy introduced Scott to Willow, who kind of stood off to the side during the whole family thing.
"Scott, meet Willow my best friend, and Willow meet Scott my dorkey idiot cousin." Buffy smiled.
"Nice to meet you Willow." Scott stuck out his hand to shake, and Willow took it with a small smile and nod of the head.
"Well, lets get home, my mom's been dieing to see you again Scottie boy." Buffy told him as they walked out of the airport.
"So, you still have that dog, Poochie, or something like that?" Scott asked Buffy as she drove them back to her house.
"Um…It's a long story, but no, Poochie is long gone." Buffy silently added to herself, eaten by some demonic thingy.
"Oh well, that dog never liked me anyways, I swear he had it out for me, like that one time he chased me around the block, barking like mad and trying to eat me or something." Scott laughed as well as Buffy; Willow's laugh could have been mistaken for a quiet cough though.
Willow was strangely feeling shy; she had been expecting a boy who was kind of quiet and awkward, rather than strong and funny. It was kind of disappointing; it was like he was a totally different person from the picture. In the picture she had in her jeans pocket now, Scott looked like an anti-social, unpopular, bookworm with no self-esteem or self-confidence. Now he looked like one of the jocks from Sunnydale High school.
"Hey Buffy, I forgot my dad wanted me to do some chores around the house, do you mind dropping me off at my house?" Willow asked the blond teenaged driver.
"Sure, but you'll miss out on some real fun, I can't wait to see my mom's face when she sees her 'little Scottie baby.' It'll be a once in a life time look, I'll have to remember my camera, so I can keep the moment for a good long time." Buffy laughed again, just thinking about her mother's face. "Plus blackmail is a good idea as well."
They reached Willow's house and dropped her off, "See you tonight Willow." Buffy yelled to her friend as they drove off.
"So…What happened to the Scott I remember?" Buffy turned the conversation in the direction of his change from the picture to now.
"Well, after the professor became my legal guardian, he had an instructor at the school where he and a lot of kids, as well as I go, who whipped me into shape, it took awhile, but it worked okay." Scott looked out at the passing houses, "I missed you, I've been so busy, I just haven't had the time to visit or call really." Scott left out the part about him living blind out on the streets for awhile, not wanting to alarm her.
"Home sweet home." Buffy stated.
"It's almost the same as I remember it, except you put a new porch on." Scott grabbed his bags out of the back of the jeep, and followed her into the house.
Buffy and Scott went into the living room and sat down on the couch, then Buffy got up, "Want something to drink, we've got water, milk, and soda."
"Water's fine, thanks." Scott leaned back into the couch, memories of his childhood flooded his mind, and they made him so sad all the time. After losing his family, he couldn't bring himself to come back here to visit. It was just too overwhelming. But he made up his mind to come down this year, since he was now almost 17, he felt that he had to face this.
A voice broke his train of thought, "Excuse me, but who are you?" Joyce Summers asked cautiously as she walked into the living room where Scott was sitting, carrying a basket full of laundry.
"Aunt Joyce, don't tell me you don't recognize your favorite nephew." Scott smiled as her expression changed. He then got up off the couch, ready for the hug that he knew was coming.
"Oh my god, Scottie, You look so different." She set her basket down, and gave him a long hug, "You are so big, last time I saw you, you were only this high." She held her hand about 3 feet above the ground.
Scott laughed, "I'm glad I'm not only that tall anymore, anyways, Aunt Joyce, you seem to only get younger and younger, while I get older and older, is that fair?"
Joyce laughed, and Buffy entered the room. "Shoot there goes my photo op." She muttered.
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