Buffy POV:
I tried to blame Liam for this mess. I tried to get over him, over his lips, his kindness. . . Because he was too old to me. Forget I kept on telling myself forget
Then yesterday a postcard from Liam mysteriously appeared on my desk. It only had three words on it: Sorry my love.
I had cried yesterday, but today was not a day for tears. Instead I tried to stay busy, typing out my latest missions' report (which is about ten times less interesting then it sounds), when my door burst open.
The person who opened the door wasn't the ever-annoying Leonard, or even Giles it was "Faith?" How did she get here?
"The one and only" she said pulling me up from behind my desk.
"What are you doing here? Are you a double agent too?"
"Noooo" she drawled her face showing strong dislike. "That would be too boring for me. Besides as of right now you are no longer a double"
"What?" Was she kidding? Or have I again fallen asleep at my desk?
"We have to go now"
"Again. What?"
"Wesley didn't phone you?" Faith's face creased with confusion.
Right then, on cue the phone rang. I began to reach for it, faith stopped me, her hand closing over mine as it reached for the receiver. "Don't bother. Grab your stuff and follow me"
Faith is not the kind of person you can ignore, so I obeyed. She pulled me out in to the hall, and then in a move that surprised me even further, instead of heading towards the main exit, she jumped out of the window.
I went to the widow and looked out, only to discover that a van was parked directly underneath the window. So I jumped on to that and then on to the ground. Faith was already in the driver's seat.
Even before I had time to shut the door. Faith was driving out of the lot. "So here's the breakdown. The U.S.A. is planning to officially declare war on the Soviet Union. All international airports are closing in about oh, an hour and a half. To prevent the en masse movement of American residents to neutral countries and to stop known spies within America from getting out."
"Wait, open War? I thought the Soviet Union was going to declare that"
"The Americans are going to beat him to it" Faith grinned sardonically at the road, her hands closing tighter on the wheel.
"Shit" Ok, so that word didn't exactly cover exactly what I was feeling, but I figured a long reel of swear words would only make me happy. It wouldn't fix anything.
"Exactly" Faith murmured, obviously agreeing with my comment.
"So why do we have to get to the airport before it closes?"
Faith looked at me as if I was insane, "If they're closed we can not get to Ireland"
"Wait we are going to Ireland?" Woah, there was some unexpected news.
"Yep. Angel is going to need a lot of help, if he wants to keep Ireland free. Besides if were caught on American soil will be torture till we spill." Faith shrugged as if going to Ireland was the most natural thing in the world. Under normal circumstances I would have agreed with her.
I shivered Faith was always overly graphic with her information. Faith screeched the van to a halt threw out three bags that she had apparently stolen from my house, as well as one that presumably held her supplies. Wesley approached us at a run, a small silver suitcase in one hand and passports in the other. He handed me mine. Fake of course.
It was only then when the importance of everything affected me. I was leaving my home forever, and I was going to see Liam.
Buffy POV: The Next Day
I woke up slowly my vision blurred slightly, I was tired with a capital T. Hell, make all the letters capital's.
I padded along the thick carpet of the bathroom, and washed my face with cold water, trying to shake the cobwebs out of my head with little success – there were a lot of them. Too many of them to count. I looked at myself in the mirror; my eyes were puffy.
I opened up the cupboard to get makeup to help fix up that not so little problem. Only to discover that I had a bigger one.
This wasn't my Bathroom. It wasn't even a women's bathroom whose was it? Had I slept with someone?
Then the events of the previous day flooded back to me. I had left L.A. just before the airport's closed, and Liam had met, faith Wesley and me at the airport. With a smile and some roses let me add. It was the beginning of a war, and he was giving me roses. I had smiled all the way to the base I couldn't stop.
Then I crashed, exhausted by the plane ride, and the fact that my old life had now officially ended. I had fallen asleep in Angel's arms (it was very comfortable), and he must have moved me here.
I left the bathroom to get a better look at what exactly here was.
It was a large room with a wooden four-poster bed, lots of textures, piles of Persian carpets, perfect except for the absence of windows. This must be Liam's room I thought. Not the one in the castle, but his one at I.N. headquarters.
I flipped through one of the books then got dressed, and decided to venture out into the corridor.
It was a good thing I had gotten dressed the hallway was packed with people; I wondered aimlessly for a few seconds when suddenly I was hugged from behind, I turned around to find myself starring at willow.
I hugged her back, and we started talking, and couldn't stop. Then I asked casually were Liam was.
"He's in the command room." She replied as if it were common knowledge.
I smiled at the thought of seeing him again, and then suppressed it. Remember Buffy He's old, not like Inca old, but old.
Willow helped cool me down as well "Buffy just a word of warning. When Angel's working, nothing stops him, so don't be surprised if he only say's Hi"
I nodded.
And entered the room, it was large and white, the opposite of Liam's room. And a lot more crowded, there were about thirty desks in there and fifty people occupying them. But Liam stood up above the rest.
He was working on a chalk board up near the front. Some sort of code, or a hangman game? I couldn't tell.
I walked to him, and tapped his back gently. He turned around quickly chalk in hand.
"Hi" he said. His voice crisp, almost mechanical, not the kind of voice that murmurs love in the middle of the night when everything goes wrong. I doubt it would even be a voice that would murmur like.
Liam turned back towards the board, and my whole body shivered. What was wrong? Then I remembered the last letter, I had sent him, was full of questions. Angry questions.
I hadn't retuned his letter. I just stood there, for what seemed like a minute. It must have been longer, because Liam handed me a piece of chalk.
"If you're going to just stand there, you might as well help out."
I took the chalk he offered and scribbled three words in the corner of the Board.
Sorry My Love
Before the word love was even finished, Liam's lips were pressed against mine, his arms greedily pulling me tight against him, the piece of chalk he had moments earlier clutched, falling carelessly to the ground.
It suddenly clicked. We were pieces of the same puzzle. Ying and Yang, Light and Dark. We were made for each other. Now to make him see that.
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