Gunn's Apartment
"Home sweet home. I know it's not much and the place looks a wreck. Sorry." He said as he moved into the darkened apartment.
"It's fine. Thanks a lot for letting me crash here."
" Hey, it's fine. Just put your stuff in the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Gunn, no. I'll take the couch. You've done enough."
"There is no way I'm letting you sleep on the couch."
"I see I'm not going to win this one, so why don't we make a compromise?"
"What kind?"
"We share."
"You sure?"
"I'm positive. I don't feel right about having you on the couch. It is YOUR bed after all."
"Fine by me."
"Thanks. Now you think I could take a shower."
"Yeah. Go ahead. There is an extra towel in the hall closet. The bathroom is down the hall on your left."
"Thanks." Buffy grabbed her bag and went to clean up.
A few minutes later
"God that felt so good." Buffy said, coming out of the bathroom. Her hair still wet. She was dressed in some gray sweatpants and a wife-beater.
"Glad you enjoyed it." He replied from his spot on the couch.
"Thanks again."
"No prob. What are friends for anyways? Come on and join me. Let's see what's on the tube."
"Okay." She placed the towel on the back of a stool in the kitchenette and moved to sit with him.
"Let's see what's on." He said and began flicking through channels.
Hyperion Hotel
Angel was trying his hardest to sleep, but was losing. He could not get the look of complete joy in Gunn's eyes, out of his head. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He said to himself.
Suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Angel? It's Rupert. Rupert Giles."
"Hi, Giles. What's up?" He asked sitting up in his bed. * Maybe he will tell me what happened to Buffy. *
"I'm sorry to call you so late."
"No problem. What's up?"
" It's Buffy. I was wondering if you had, by any chance, seen her lately."
"What happened? Did she run away?"
"Actually, in a way she did, a few days ago. We haven't heard from her, and we hoped you had."
"I have. I saw her earlier on this evening. Giles what happened to her?"
" You did. Oh that's great. Is she with you? Can I speak with her?"
"No. She's not here Giles. She's at a friends house."
"A friend?"
"Yeah, a co-worker of mine. They met when she ran away three summers ago. She's staying with him."
"Oh."
"Giles, what happened to her? She looks like she'd been through hell."
" She didn't tell you."
"Tell me what Giles, what's wrong. What happened?"
"It's not really my place to tell you. If she wants you to know, she should be the one to tell you."
"Giles, just tell me."
Giles just let out a heavy sigh. "Very well. However, you must not let her know I told you. I'm positive she doesn't want pity."
"Alright, Giles just tell me." He pleaded with the old man. * Old that's a concept. I'm about five times his age. *
"Dawn died, last week."
"What? Oh god. What happened?"
" There was a Hell God. Glory. She needed Dawn. See Dawn isn't/ wasn't human. She was a blob of energy, known as the key. Glory needed her to open the doors to her dimension, to get back home, if you will. Anyways, in order to open the door, she needed to bleed Dawn. Dawn died. We were unable to rescue her. Buffy was devastated. Finally, a few days ago, she left. Told us she needed some time to think, and would contact us as soon as possible. We haven't heard anything yet so we thought to try you."
"God. God, I can't."
"I know. It's hard."
"Poor Buffy. I mean first Joyce now Dawn."
"Yes it is horrible."
"It must be."
"I must go now Angel. If you see Buffy tell her to contact us. And that we love her."
"I will."
"Thank you. Good night, sorry to bother you."
"It's quite alright. Goodnight Giles, say hello for me."
"I will. You do the same."
They hung up.
Angel put the phone down and just stared off into space. * Dawn is dead. God, Buffy must be so devastated. No wonder she looks so sad. *
"Home sweet home. I know it's not much and the place looks a wreck. Sorry." He said as he moved into the darkened apartment.
"It's fine. Thanks a lot for letting me crash here."
" Hey, it's fine. Just put your stuff in the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Gunn, no. I'll take the couch. You've done enough."
"There is no way I'm letting you sleep on the couch."
"I see I'm not going to win this one, so why don't we make a compromise?"
"What kind?"
"We share."
"You sure?"
"I'm positive. I don't feel right about having you on the couch. It is YOUR bed after all."
"Fine by me."
"Thanks. Now you think I could take a shower."
"Yeah. Go ahead. There is an extra towel in the hall closet. The bathroom is down the hall on your left."
"Thanks." Buffy grabbed her bag and went to clean up.
A few minutes later
"God that felt so good." Buffy said, coming out of the bathroom. Her hair still wet. She was dressed in some gray sweatpants and a wife-beater.
"Glad you enjoyed it." He replied from his spot on the couch.
"Thanks again."
"No prob. What are friends for anyways? Come on and join me. Let's see what's on the tube."
"Okay." She placed the towel on the back of a stool in the kitchenette and moved to sit with him.
"Let's see what's on." He said and began flicking through channels.
Hyperion Hotel
Angel was trying his hardest to sleep, but was losing. He could not get the look of complete joy in Gunn's eyes, out of his head. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He said to himself.
Suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Angel? It's Rupert. Rupert Giles."
"Hi, Giles. What's up?" He asked sitting up in his bed. * Maybe he will tell me what happened to Buffy. *
"I'm sorry to call you so late."
"No problem. What's up?"
" It's Buffy. I was wondering if you had, by any chance, seen her lately."
"What happened? Did she run away?"
"Actually, in a way she did, a few days ago. We haven't heard from her, and we hoped you had."
"I have. I saw her earlier on this evening. Giles what happened to her?"
" You did. Oh that's great. Is she with you? Can I speak with her?"
"No. She's not here Giles. She's at a friends house."
"A friend?"
"Yeah, a co-worker of mine. They met when she ran away three summers ago. She's staying with him."
"Oh."
"Giles, what happened to her? She looks like she'd been through hell."
" She didn't tell you."
"Tell me what Giles, what's wrong. What happened?"
"It's not really my place to tell you. If she wants you to know, she should be the one to tell you."
"Giles, just tell me."
Giles just let out a heavy sigh. "Very well. However, you must not let her know I told you. I'm positive she doesn't want pity."
"Alright, Giles just tell me." He pleaded with the old man. * Old that's a concept. I'm about five times his age. *
"Dawn died, last week."
"What? Oh god. What happened?"
" There was a Hell God. Glory. She needed Dawn. See Dawn isn't/ wasn't human. She was a blob of energy, known as the key. Glory needed her to open the doors to her dimension, to get back home, if you will. Anyways, in order to open the door, she needed to bleed Dawn. Dawn died. We were unable to rescue her. Buffy was devastated. Finally, a few days ago, she left. Told us she needed some time to think, and would contact us as soon as possible. We haven't heard anything yet so we thought to try you."
"God. God, I can't."
"I know. It's hard."
"Poor Buffy. I mean first Joyce now Dawn."
"Yes it is horrible."
"It must be."
"I must go now Angel. If you see Buffy tell her to contact us. And that we love her."
"I will."
"Thank you. Good night, sorry to bother you."
"It's quite alright. Goodnight Giles, say hello for me."
"I will. You do the same."
They hung up.
Angel put the phone down and just stared off into space. * Dawn is dead. God, Buffy must be so devastated. No wonder she looks so sad. *