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Chapter Thirteen

What has to be done

Brooke and Lucas sat on the Porch the next day.

"So how's everyone?" Brooke asked.

"Everyone's good. They all miss you and Dawn. Jake left because Nikki came back," explained Lucas.

"Poor Peyton."

"She's the one that told him were to go."

"Well she loves him so much I guess she'd rather not have Jake then let Jake not have Jenny. How's she holding up?" Brooke asked.

"Ok I guess. She hasn't talked to me about it," replied Lucas.

"And I haven't gotten a call from her," added Brooke.

"I did see her go into Haley's house once though," Lucas stated.

"Well at least she's talking to somebody," Brooke said with a forced smile, because she was really sad that it wasn't her.

Before Lucas could call her on it Buffy came out the door. Buffy didn't see Lucas when she came out. She only saw Brooke and the fact that the sun had just come up five minutes ago.

"Why are you out here alone?" Buffy asked.

"She's not alone," Lucas said.

Buffy jumped.

"Sorry didn't see you there. Who are you?" Buffy asked suspiciously.

They could never be to careful.

"This is Lucas my boy friend."

"Your boy friend came all the way from Tree Hill to see you?"

"I did. I was going through separation anxiety," Lucas said.

Brooke knew why she asked the question. She leaned into his arms.

"Don't worry. He's not a vampire," Brooke explained.

"I never th…"

"She thought I was a vampire?" Lucas cut her off.

"No," Buffy turned to go inside, "I think you two should come inside."

Buffy went in fully.

"She's right," Lucas said.

"The one thing that she's said that's right since I got here," exclaimed Brooke.

They both stood up. Lucas wrapped an arm around Brooke's shoulder. Brooke's arm went around Lucas's waist. They went inside and found several potentials in the kitchen eating cereal. When they came in they all looked at Lucas.

"Who's that?" Kennedy asked.

"My boy friend Lucas," Brooke answered.

She had on a glare that said 'if you touch him or look at him funny you will die.' Some of the girls that weren't used to her glares took a step back. Lucas had to hide a smile at Brooke's possessive side.

"Hungry?" Vi, another potential, asked.

"Nah. Lucas brought me some food from his mother's café."

Then Brooke's face lit up. Lucas groaned. Brooke smacked him on the head.

"You don't even know what I'm thinking yet," Brooke said.

"But when you light up like that it can't be legal," explained Lucas.

"Well in a deserted town there aren't that many laws to follow since no one's here," reasoned Brooke.

"What's your idea?" Dawn asked coming into the room mentally kicking herself for asking her that.

Brooke turned to Dawn and smiled.

"What we do is we skip training. Gather all the alcohol we find and we party at The Bronze," suggested Brooke.

"It's abandoned," Rona pointed out.

"That's the point."

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Willow found Buffy in her room going over battle strategies.

"You have to talk to her some time," Willow told her.

"I've tried. She's been avoiding me," Buffy said without looking up from her books.

Willow walked over and sat in front of her on her bed.

"You've both been avoiding each other."

"I don't need this right now. I need to find out…"

Willow cut her off by closing the book she was reading.

"Look I know it's hard for you but just think of it from Dawn's perspective. You came back from the dead and didn't let anyone tell her you were alive. You had to have understood how she would take when she found out you were alive," Willow reasoned.

"It was hard for me when I came back," Buffy explained.

Willow raised her hand to silence Buffy.

"You don't have to explain to me. Explain to Dawn. You owe her that much."

"But I can't. IT's…"

"Look. I have my resolve face on," Willow pointed towards her face.

Buffy nodded. She knew she couldn't win when Willow had her resolve face on. It was time to face the music. She knew it wasn't going to be pretty. But it was something she had to do.

A/N: Tell me what you think. You still have until Saturday to tell me whom you think is the mystery person is.