I do not own any of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And if I did, I wouldn't be here, writing this and not making money off of it. So hah.
He was so bloody and bruised. Not just on the outside, but his soul was hurting too. My heart went out to him. He really felt responsible for Anya's death. I tried to make him realize that these things happen. But he didn't understand. But he would eventually. I just know that he will.
We were made roommates when we stopped in Arizona at a motel. We all needed the rest. I had the feeling we would be staying here for a while. There were so many injured people. The motel manager gave everyone a strange look. He was probably wondering why we were all covered in dirt and blood.
"Shoulda told him we had a wild, violent orgy." Faith had muttered when Xander mentioned the look we received.
A few of us laughed. Except Andrew. He was still stunned.
When we got to our motel room, he sat on the bed like a zombie. He was still like that when I walked out of the bathroom wearing just a towel. (I was lacking clothes, mind you. We weren't thinking about packing our bags before the big fight with the first).
He didn't even blink. It was like it wasn't registering that a half naked girl was standing in the same room with him.
I touched his shoulder gently. "Andrew? Andrew?" He looked at me, but somehow I felt that he wasn't really seeing me.
"Aren't you going to get cleaned up?" I asked gently.
He looked down at his clothing, then back up at me. His bottom lip trembled slightly and I immediately felt guilty. I heard him start to sob quietly and I pulled him into a hug.
"Shh…Andrew, it'll be okay….everything is going to be okay." I sat down beside him and held him close.
"I'm going to help you through this, Andrew." I said, looking into his teary eyes. "I promise."
He nodded and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "You should put some clothes on." He muttered, making me chuckle.
"I would if I had clothes." I responded. "Faith and Giles went to get all of us some clothes. I don't know how they got the money…"
Andrew merely nodded and kept his gaze toward the ground.
I tugged at his arm. "Come on. I'll help you clean up." A look of fear flashed across his facial features. "I won't look, I promise. You can do the rest."
A ghost of a smile flickered across his features. "Long as you promise to behave." He teased slightly.
I nodded. "I'll try."
We shared a small laugh as we walked to the bathroom. I realized then that everything really was going to be okay. It would just take some time.
This is just one of the many vignettes I hope to write over the course of the summer. I needed something to keep my writing somewhat fresh. Stay tuned for more. Please read and review!