I watched both Gunn and Buffy fight off the demons. They had the right idea. Of course Gunn would remember, we'd fought this type before. Always go for the throat, kind of demons. Not all that hard, much like humans. I hung back, making my way over to the girl
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Quickly I stood up and met Wes' eyes. He was like covered in all that ...ew, nasty. I looked over at Gunn and he nodded at me, then we were back into action. One more left, this was going to be fun. Lashing out, I shoved it back against the wall, kicking the midsection as Gunn came up behind me
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The girl, after thanking me profusely, had ran off. Back to her parents she'd said. I had no doubt about that, she looked very afraid of what happened. No doubt a run way who would think about doing that three times before doing it again.
I'd sunk down near the wall, rubbing my temples. Some advil would be nice by now. Or a hammer. Knock me out, that be nice too. I could hear the fight going on inside and the silence. Dragging my head up, I watched both Gunn and Buffy come out and mustered up a small smile at her remark.
"I suppose so," I sighed.
"Shit," Gunn said. He dropped his axe and grouched down next to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You really do have them. Shit!" He growled and looked about ready to punch the wall. "And no Angel to deal with them. Yeah, that worked so well last time." He scowled and then sighed.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, trying to make myself small. I felt as though our new problem was all my fault. After all, I was the one with the visions now.
I frowned when I saw Wes all huddled up outside, leaning against a wall. Walking back to the car, I opened up my bag and got out some medicine. It should work for him. Tossing it to him, it kinda landed on the ground and I bent over, picking it up and actually handing it to him. "Sorry," I said and stood back a little as Gunn really got upset about the whole Wes having visions thing. Yeah, it sucks, but it sucks for Wes, like alot.
Then I looked down at Wes and sighed before getting down on my ass so I could sit next to him. I had a feeling I wasn't going home anytime soon, just kinda ... knew it?
"Hey ... I'll stay, you know, until Angel comes around. Is that okay?" I asked him and then looked up at Gunn. "I mean, I know I'm not 'Angel' and blah blah, but hey, I'm a Slayer. I can do it."
Cracking a small smile, I looked at Wes. "I mean, if that's okay. Plus, you know. I kinda want my cat back."
I winced when Gunn gave me a scolding frown, quickly looking down at my hands. Well, hands. Wasn't that interesting. The same hands that had massaged Cordelia's temples when she had a vision. At least they know what to do
( ... )
I frowned at her when she said she'd have to find her own apartment. Because living with me wasn't going to work out. I thought it had worked out pretty well. Aside from a few arguments, that is. But those were inevitable. Then again, I suppose she's right. A little longer and we might kill each other. Or not, I don't know
( ... )
I watched them joke around a bit and I really had no idea what they were talking about, so I just stood there, watching them as I guess they reminisced or something. Finally Wes looked over at me and told me that I was welcome to stay with them until I found a place.
Gunn asked about Cat, but Wes brushed him off and I frowned. Hey, that's my cat, you don't just brush off my cat.
"Yeah, yeah, sounds good," I said and got between them. "Cat? Is a huge cat. I mean, she's huge. Like a tiger and she's mine," I smiled and looked up at Gunn. "We um, got her while we were, well, doing what we needed to do to get the stuff that we needed and she just ...followed us home and stuff. She's there now, you should see her."
He smiled and nodded and I just stood there staring before I finally looked away. "So yeah," I said and clapped my hands, turning around and looking at them both.
"We aint goin' there again, English," Gunn scoffed, muttering something under his breath. "We'll think of a nice *neutral* name." He took a step to the side to let Buffy step between us.
"If she's yours then why is she living with me?" I asked jokingly. Cat was Cat, she was no one's cat I think. She just chose to live with me because it was familiar. Not, mind you, that I was going to let a huge cat like that run around the city.
"Lunch sounds good," Gunn nodded, rubbing a hand over his stomach. "All this hard work makes Charles Gunn a hungry man. And you're gonna eat more then toast or tea," he added in my direction.
"I think I'll just stick to tea for now, thank you," I said firmly. "But you get to pick the place."
"Oh man," Gunn grinned and rubbed his hands together. "I know *just* the place. Come along team."
Oh dear. Why did the fact that he knew *just* the place, scare me a bit. Glancing over at Buffy, I gave her a small smile. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I know you wanted to go home."
I wasn't convinced, and I did worry about it. She was, at the very least, going to miss her sister. And worry about her. I did find it odd that Giles had not called. Especially since he.. Oh bugger. Did she call him to tell him we were back from Hell? I didn't know, and I didn't really feel like asking. Though, I suppose she had... Probably. Can't remember. I can hardly thing with this headache
( ... )
Following Gunn and Buffy into the place, I noticed right away that it was a 'Gunn place'. Which usually meant they had good food, good drinks and were great with the safety. As in, no didn't need to look over ones shoulder quite so often. Leave it to Gunn to have such a place nearby. I had to wonder if perhaps he had them hidden everywhere
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I'd sunk down near the wall, rubbing my temples. Some advil would be nice by now. Or a hammer. Knock me out, that be nice too. I could hear the fight going on inside and the silence. Dragging my head up, I watched both Gunn and Buffy come out and mustered up a small smile at her remark.
"I suppose so," I sighed.
"Shit," Gunn said. He dropped his axe and grouched down next to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You really do have them. Shit!" He growled and looked about ready to punch the wall. "And no Angel to deal with them. Yeah, that worked so well last time." He scowled and then sighed.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, trying to make myself small. I felt as though our new problem was all my fault. After all, I was the one with the visions now.
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Then I looked down at Wes and sighed before getting down on my ass so I could sit next to him. I had a feeling I wasn't going home anytime soon, just kinda ... knew it?
"Hey ... I'll stay, you know, until Angel comes around. Is that okay?" I asked him and then looked up at Gunn. "I mean, I know I'm not 'Angel' and blah blah, but hey, I'm a Slayer. I can do it."
Cracking a small smile, I looked at Wes. "I mean, if that's okay. Plus, you know. I kinda want my cat back."
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Gunn asked about Cat, but Wes brushed him off and I frowned. Hey, that's my cat, you don't just brush off my cat.
"Yeah, yeah, sounds good," I said and got between them. "Cat? Is a huge cat. I mean, she's huge. Like a tiger and she's mine," I smiled and looked up at Gunn. "We um, got her while we were, well, doing what we needed to do to get the stuff that we needed and she just ...followed us home and stuff. She's there now, you should see her."
He smiled and nodded and I just stood there staring before I finally looked away. "So yeah," I said and clapped my hands, turning around and looking at them both.
"Lunch?"
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"If she's yours then why is she living with me?" I asked jokingly. Cat was Cat, she was no one's cat I think. She just chose to live with me because it was familiar. Not, mind you, that I was going to let a huge cat like that run around the city.
"Lunch sounds good," Gunn nodded, rubbing a hand over his stomach. "All this hard work makes Charles Gunn a hungry man. And you're gonna eat more then toast or tea," he added in my direction.
"I think I'll just stick to tea for now, thank you," I said firmly. "But you get to pick the place."
"Oh man," Gunn grinned and rubbed his hands together. "I know *just* the place. Come along team."
Oh dear. Why did the fact that he knew *just* the place, scare me a bit. Glancing over at Buffy, I gave her a small smile. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I know you wanted to go home."
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