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So, Cleveland. Sure different then good old Sunnydale. There weren’t any palm trees for starters. And it was cold. Like, really cold. And it wasn’t even winter yet. And still here we were. On the new hell mouth. Close one door another one opens. Close one hell mouth another one opens. Which kinda sucks. You’d think we’d get a bit of a break after all that y’know?
I feel different. After I did that spell, I felt so very different. And yet I was still the same old me. Only different, more at ease with the power inside. So I didn’t really feel any different. I guess. Just at ease? Uhm, yeah. Maybe I’m more at ease. Maybe I’m not all that different and all. Maybe I’m just confusing myself. Yeah, that’s it, I’m gonna stop now.
So, Cleveland. We’re all here, and I’m kind glad we are. Well, all of us minus Anya. Poor Xander is hurting so badly about that. He’s trying to hide it but I can see it in his eyes. Eye. Just one. God, that’s still gonna take some time to get used to. But the rest of us are here. And minus Spike of course. Still dunno what Buffy thinks about that. Not gonna ask until she want to talk about it.
And now Angel was on his way as well. And his entire crew. Met most of them when Angelus was on the loose. Idiots, shoulda called me right way. Thought Wes was way cleverer then that. They seemed nice though, the rest of em. Fred and Gunn and this Lorne. Kinda funny how things went from there. Go to get back Angel, return with a rogue Slayer.
Then there was Kennedy. I was like so worried after I did that spell. That she’d pull away y’know? I mean, I know she’s not that keen on magic, or on me using it. And that spell? Definite use of the magic in a you so can’ t deny it kinda way. But she was still here. In this very room even. Hotel room, where we’re staying till Giles finds us a house or whatever. It’s kinda nice here. With Kennedy.
I glanced over at her and smiled. Yup, still here, with me. Was worried that after Tara I could never be with anyone again. But I care about Kennedy. Heck, I think I love her, but I’m still a bit afraid to tell her. She must know though. God, I hope she knows. She darn well should know.
“So, uh Ken? What do you think ‘bout Cleveland so far?”
Small talk Rosenberg? Geeze, how lame can you get?
[Open for Kennedy]