_Wake_Me_Up_
I got there at about 6 AM. It was still dark and traffic was as heavy as it was at 3AM.
L.A., I thought. I sighed and drove around until I had found Hell's Kitchen. It looked pretty cheery and nice. I turned off the ignition and waited. What if Buffy didn't want me there. What if she was just an undercover ...Slayer...in a job trying to catch a bloody diner syndicate.
Then I saw her. Buffy walked up to the door with coffee and her hair in pig tails. She opened the door, sighed and turned on the lights. The closed neon sign switched to open and it looked like she was the only one on early morning shift. I didn't smile as much as smirk but it was really Buffy. She hadn't died or been bitten but then... Where was Angel?
I shrugged the thought out of my head and exited my vehicle. I opened the door, the bell rang. Buffy stood with her back to me making coffee. "B-" I stopped and decided to deepen my voice. "Coffee?"
I waited until she turned around...she stood not knowing for a second but knew in the back of her mind. The coffee pot dropped out of her hands and I saw it fall to the ground. It didn't shatter though. It just spilled out. As if it were escaping it's clearly not glass prison.
"My God. Buffy it's you!" I threw myself into her and hugged her. I think she didn't know what to feel. But I wouldn't let go. I had found her.
L.A., I thought. I sighed and drove around until I had found Hell's Kitchen. It looked pretty cheery and nice. I turned off the ignition and waited. What if Buffy didn't want me there. What if she was just an undercover ...Slayer...in a job trying to catch a bloody diner syndicate.
Then I saw her. Buffy walked up to the door with coffee and her hair in pig tails. She opened the door, sighed and turned on the lights. The closed neon sign switched to open and it looked like she was the only one on early morning shift. I didn't smile as much as smirk but it was really Buffy. She hadn't died or been bitten but then... Where was Angel?
I shrugged the thought out of my head and exited my vehicle. I opened the door, the bell rang. Buffy stood with her back to me making coffee. "B-" I stopped and decided to deepen my voice. "Coffee?"
I waited until she turned around...she stood not knowing for a second but knew in the back of her mind. The coffee pot dropped out of her hands and I saw it fall to the ground. It didn't shatter though. It just spilled out. As if it were escaping it's clearly not glass prison.
"My God. Buffy it's you!" I threw myself into her and hugged her. I think she didn't know what to feel. But I wouldn't let go. I had found her.