Chapter 2

Buffy sat on the couch in her living room admiring her new pendant. Dean stood beside the couch, taking in all the emotions she blatantly displayed, all the while rocking on his heels with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket.

"So does this mean I get mine back now?" he said when he finally became too uncomfortable with the silence.

The pendant he had gotten for her was a replica of his own, except smaller and on a chain instead of a leather cord. He had given her his own the day he left, trying to ease her fears of him not coming back.

The tears that had threatened to spill from her eyes started to pour down her face when he secured it around her neck. He didn't know what do to, so he tried to lighten her mood by joking that he was damn fond of the pendant and would come back, if only to reclaim his possession. 'Course, in the midst of her hysterical crying was probably not the best time for a not so funny joke. He learned that the hard way, as he was still sporting the bruise on his shoulder a week after he left, a not so pleasant reminder of what he had left behind.

"Uh uh, you have to earn it back. And leaving for 3 years? Probably not such a good start" she said while clutching the leather cord protectively.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm a bad boy. Punish me?" his husky voice doing things to her that she never associated with him before. She blinked, and just like that, the smouldering look in those gorgeous eyes disappeared and she was once again faced with her best friend.

"No, thanks. So what would you like to do for your homecoming tonight?"

"Hmm, well sweetheart, me locked in a room with 2 hot blondes doing things that you should have no knowledge of sound pretty good"

"Okay, I'll bite and pretend that I'm still the innocent little girl you left all those years ago. And I was referring to what you want to do with me. I was thinking the Bronze, it's like the only club here, and patrolling/sparring?"

Dean closed his eyes, trying to will away the image of pimply teenage boys feeling up the girl he had pretty much adopted. Alright Dean, concentrate on something else. Oooh, those hot twins you spent the night with last month. And handcuffs. Okay much better now.

"I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Yeah that sounds good. Head out in an hour"

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