The Theory of Relativity
A/N: has nothing to do with the actual theory of relativity.
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
Timesetting: summer between S4 & S5
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2 Days Later…
Wednesday came home a little late that day because of student orientation at USC Sunnydale, so, she was somewhat surprised to find that Xander was already home. Shaking away her worries, she calmly ascended the stairs to her house and entered. Xander was waiting there, sitting calmly in the living room, her manuscript in his hands.
As soon as he stood up, she knew what he was here for.
"We need to talk," he said quietly.
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Xander was pissed…no, scratch that, he was PISSED OFF. As soon as he and Wednesday entered her office, he threw down the manuscript.
"What the Hell, Wednesday," he started off, "Why?"
"It's a good story," she deadpanned, "There are things in it that need to be said."
"You didn't write down a story," he responded, growing more and more upset, "You wrote down my biography as a work of fiction! You made my friends out to be heartless monsters!"
"Will you quit defending them," she demanded, an almost pleading note entering her voice, "You grovel at their feet, expecting them to give you the respect you deserve, when you know, deep down in your heart, that they never will."
"They're my friends, Wednesday," he said once more, "I don't care if you don't like them, I love them!"
"You love too much," she uttered.
"…Maybe I do," he was still mad, but, it was a different kind of mad now…he was quiet.
"You love people that will never return that love," she tried to capitalize, only it was enough to set him off again.
"And you can," he raged at her, "You think you have to fill some kind of a void in my heart! How can you, Wednesday, you don't even have one!"
She stared at him for a moment, shock clearly written across her face. He stared back, a look of shock on his face as well. Slowly, however, her shock dissolved into pure nothingness. She strode forward, grabbed her coat, and walked outside of the house, leaving Xander in his stupor.
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Xander slowly sat down in his chair, watching the day pass before him. He was somewhat catatonic, shocked more the word…he hadn't meant to say that. He knew how sensitive Wednesday could be sometimes, especially about her mannerisms. In a moment of anger, he'd said something incredibly stupid…brilliant, he thought to himself.
He turned his head slightly to watch as Sophia scuttled towards the door, after Wednesday, but, before she exited, she turned to him once, flipped him off, then continued on her way.
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She walked through the streets of Sunnydale, a cold being amongst fellow cold beings. Humans, demons, and vampires alike parted before her, compelled by she feelings of cold she was emitting. A foreign pain, a new pain, was deeply embedded in her heart now…heartache, something she was not accustomed to.
She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, then calmly began to turn around. It had been an hour…it was time to-
Before she could move, though, a bolt of lightning struck her, and she thought no more.
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"We got her, Buffy," Riley said as he and Graham picked up the unconscious Addams, "We'll have her tied up at Giles's by the time you get there."
"Thanks, Riley, for not doing that in front of Xander," she said to him over the phone, "See you in a little bit."
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From a few feet away, Sophia watched as the two commandoes dragged her friend away. Without a second's pause, she turned around and began to scuttle back to the mansion.