Appomattoxco
When the wedding didn't go through, and Anya was left behind, she didn't stay long. She'd already had her bags packed for the honeymoon, but instead of a bright, sunny country, she was changing her ticket for somewhere colder and damper.
It would leave her feeling warmer inside, though.
She managed to duck the guests and the rest of the gang, and hailed a cab, dress and all. "Airport, please," she said. She knew demons who would get her there, but this was easier, in a sense. She wasn't going to lose her humanity for this.
The airport changed it easily from Hawaii to London, and maybe it was the dress. She didn't know. Apparently the white gown got her sympathy, because her coffee had been on the house, too.
She didn't want pity or sympathy, though. She just wanted-
Well. Maybe it was a good thing Xander had left her at the altar.
The plane ride wasn't too long, but by the time she landed she had a dozen calls on her cell phone. Willow and Buffy, both leaving messages, concerned and worried about where she was and if she was okay. None from Xander, which was all right. She didn't want him to have to apologize, actually. Just wanted things to be the way they'd been.
And she probably wasn't going to get that back, but god she'd try. And it started here.
She climbed the stairs in the rain, knocking on the door and waiting. Her suitcase was trampling on the long skirt, and everywhere in the street people were giving her looks. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was uncurled, and everything had come undone.
Except...
The door opened and Giles stared. "Anya? What on earth-"
"He left me," she said. Giles' eyes widened in shock, but before he could say anything she blurted out, "But don't be mad at him because if he hadn't called it off I would've, because...because I love you, and I can't marry Xander when I don't love him."
If his eyes got any rounder, they were going to fall out of his head. "Can I come in?" she asked, voice soft in the rain.
"Yes," he said immediately. "Come inside; you need to be in dry clothes. Good lord, Anya..."
"I should've called," she said once she was inside. He had a nice place in London, actually. She'd gotten used to him being in Sunnydale, though. "I should've called ahead but I didn't know what to say, and...and I don't know what to-"
Giles' hands were warm when he cupped her face and kissed her. "You'll stay here until we sort it all out," he said softly. "All right?"
She nodded. It was more than all right.
~Nebula
It would leave her feeling warmer inside, though.
She managed to duck the guests and the rest of the gang, and hailed a cab, dress and all. "Airport, please," she said. She knew demons who would get her there, but this was easier, in a sense. She wasn't going to lose her humanity for this.
The airport changed it easily from Hawaii to London, and maybe it was the dress. She didn't know. Apparently the white gown got her sympathy, because her coffee had been on the house, too.
She didn't want pity or sympathy, though. She just wanted-
Well. Maybe it was a good thing Xander had left her at the altar.
The plane ride wasn't too long, but by the time she landed she had a dozen calls on her cell phone. Willow and Buffy, both leaving messages, concerned and worried about where she was and if she was okay. None from Xander, which was all right. She didn't want him to have to apologize, actually. Just wanted things to be the way they'd been.
And she probably wasn't going to get that back, but god she'd try. And it started here.
She climbed the stairs in the rain, knocking on the door and waiting. Her suitcase was trampling on the long skirt, and everywhere in the street people were giving her looks. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was uncurled, and everything had come undone.
Except...
The door opened and Giles stared. "Anya? What on earth-"
"He left me," she said. Giles' eyes widened in shock, but before he could say anything she blurted out, "But don't be mad at him because if he hadn't called it off I would've, because...because I love you, and I can't marry Xander when I don't love him."
If his eyes got any rounder, they were going to fall out of his head. "Can I come in?" she asked, voice soft in the rain.
"Yes," he said immediately. "Come inside; you need to be in dry clothes. Good lord, Anya..."
"I should've called," she said once she was inside. He had a nice place in London, actually. She'd gotten used to him being in Sunnydale, though. "I should've called ahead but I didn't know what to say, and...and I don't know what to-"
Giles' hands were warm when he cupped her face and kissed her. "You'll stay here until we sort it all out," he said softly. "All right?"
She nodded. It was more than all right.
~Nebula