Chance Encounters

Part 3

By Kali

"What can one do in a situation like this?" Buffy asked as she slumped into a nearby chair.

"Nothing you can do. Except curse, and rage, and break things," Willow answered as she sat down next to her friend..

"Ah, breaking things…. I'm good at that."

"And if that fails, we can just fall back on the tried and true method of… lots and lots of chocolate."

"All hail chocolate! But seriously, I'm probably going to be breaking someone's heart, in just a little bit. Someone's dead, un-beating heart. Hell! Perhaps, two someone's hearts. And what if I can't decide? What then?"

"If you can't, then don't. Just be honest with them."

"I don't want to hurt either of them. Sort of pathetic, isn't it? A vampire slayer in love with two vampires."

"Buffy.."

"Today's lesson, class, vampires are for staking, not for sleeping with. And two vampires? Well, that's just a recipe for disaster. Learn from me, students. Do not follow in my footsteps… Do not…. Even if they have that whole sexy, brooding hunk thing going on. Oh, dear God, I'm doomed."

"Well they are pretty handsome. If I was a straight girl, why'd I.."

"Thanks, Wil, but…"

"Dated a werewolf, remember? On the forbidden love list, that's pretty high."

"Tess?"

"…….."

"Andrew?"

"Don't look at me, Monica. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole bunny phobia thing."

"Um, Anya…." Monica began.

"Well? Am I going to be reunited with Xander eventually, or not? And if so, will I have to share him? Because that is sort of icky. From the standpoint of sex, at least. Or, is there no sex in heaven? 'Cause really, it would suck if there isn't."

"It's just so unnatural," Andrew murmured to himself. "How could anyone be terrified of bunnies?"

"Bloody stupid curse, if you ask me."

"No one's asking you."

"And I care, because? Anyhow, it's stupid. They wanted to avenge their beloved… whatever-her-name-was. But, didn't give a bleeding fig about anyone else you might kill, if the curse was broken. Rather self-absorbed, weren't they?"

Angel sighed. "What are you doing here?"

"Funeral, remember? Or have you gone completely daft in the head?"

"No, I mean, what are you doing here, standing next to me?"

"Oh, evil smiley faces of doom."

"What?"

"There are a bunch of evil smiley faces right outside the church."

"And you are just mentioning this now!"

"Cordy, where did Tess, Monica, and Andrew go?" Doyle asked

"They left. They couldn't deal with Anya's questions, so I got drafted for bunny therapy duty. I tell you, Doyle, four hours knee deep in bunny land, and I'm starting to share Anya's phobia."

"Where's Fred?"

"Um, she was here. Just a minute ago."

"Maybe the bunnies got her," Anya shuddered. "They're diabolical little critters."

"Anya, please," Cordy groaned.

"Crafty too."

"I take it the bunny therapy isn't going too well?"

Cordy groaned in response.

"You know, I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but… thinking that, first Angel and then Spike were… ashes… mourning them… only to have them return from… Wherever the heck they were. It just makes me feel like…. I don't know…. " Buffy paused, remembering Tara. "And I need to be shutting up now."

"Buffy, it's okay. I understand."

"I still shouldn't have…"

"Look, it's okay, really. Impossible decisions? I get that. Been there, done that. Hell, I'm trying to make a big ol' decision right now. Angel's asked me to do something…"

"Ah…"

"Major, mundo magic of the extreme kind."

"Ah, the kind you've been trying to avoid like the plague."

"Yeah. They want me to try to resurrect Fred."

"Oh. My. God," Buffy gaped.

"It' s not that surprising, really, that'd they would want that."

"Not that. Something else. Something way else."

"What? Big bad?"

"Weird bad. Giant smiley faces carrying bazookas!"

Disclaimer: All Buffy/Angel -verse characters belong to Joss Whedon and co… All Touched By an Angel characters belong to John Masius. This fan fic is meant as pure, harmless fun, and as such, no profit is being made from it.