[Location: Osten] I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair

[melakafray13]

Melaka Fray couldn't find anything more comfortable than her hammock right now. Strung up in the corner of her room in the Watcher's library. Was a little piece of heaven. If she didn't toss and turn. Which she was doing at the moment. Her eyes shut, she turned a little too far and tumbled out of her bed, hitting the floor with a thump. "Damn," she

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[likeajoan]

Buffy was on one of her typical pointless patrolling exercises that were meant to make her feel like a valuable member of society, when she spotted Mel ahead of her, apparently scrutinising the contents of a bag. She happened to have her scythe with her, blade resting against her shoulder-- which was a little awkward considering she'd snapped Mel's, but she wasn't about to divert her path, based on that.

"Hey." She offered, as a rather conservative greeting.

[melakafray13]

She stopped searching the contents of the black sack, lifting her head as she heard the greeting. She knew that voice. She disliked the owner of that voice immensely.

Melaka turned her head, making doubly sure that it was who she thought it was. Her shoulders slumped. Sometimes, she hated when she was right. "Hey," Fray replied monotonously. Her fingers itched to curl into a fist but she fought off the urge...for now.

[likeajoan]

Despite being less than a genius, Buffy is certainly by no means stupid or oblivious to body language, signals, vibes and all variations thereof--Melaka's feelings were abundantly clear to her.

In return, her expression hardened slightly and she did something which was approaching an eyeroll. "Woah, watch that enthusiasm there, you might fall over."

[melakafray13]

Melaka scoffed, actually completing an eyeroll and sneered at the blonde slayer, "If I do fall, it's spled for me that I've got you to kick me when I'm down."

Lifting her hand to her hair, she pushed her long bangs back before looking to Buffy. There'd been no real problems with them when Buffy had come to Haddyn. At least, not until the Madwoman had told Mel that her world would end if Buffy managed to get home. Then it'd all gone to the aquahogs from then.

[likeajoan]

Buffy laughed, a mirthless sigh of a laugh, that didn't do much to disguise her frustration and/or anger.

"What did you expect me to do, Melaka? Give up? Not fight for my world-- to get home to my friends, my family? To risk everyone I love-- my home, on the possibility that yours might not come to pass?"

[melakafray13]

"Hell if I know!" Melaka scoffed. "But I'm still rutting here, so you still screw up somehow. Rocketship for you."

Sure she was reaching, and found out about the whole alternate universe thing, but hell, she was pissed. Her whole world could have ended cause of stupid Buffy Summers. And she broke her scythe. Gal had a right to be pissed.

[likeajoan]

Brace yourself Melaka, for this is an earnest Summers speech right here.

"I don't know what you want from me-- I really don't. We're Slayers, Melaka. We're supposed to be on the same side. I could teach you things, we could work together-- but if you can't get over this? If you can't get over the fact that Willow played you and that I did what I had to? Well then I'm sorry. You wanna hit me? Go ahead, if it'll help."

She dropped the scythe, leaving herself open, if Mel wants to take the opportunity.

[melakafray13]

And it was like she was fourteen again, her parents dead, her older sister Erin -- which Buffy reminded her of a little, but she'd never tell her -- acting very mom-like and telling her what to do. Cornflower blue eyes narrowed into slits. "I don't want your rutting help. I don't want you to teach me anything!"

Her hands balled up into fists and she reared one back, anger etched across her features. She watched as Buffy stood there in the second before, not flinching away. That made her stop. "Fuck it," Mel muttered, sneering a little. She shifted the bag back up onto her shoulder, it having fallen in her moving to hit the blonde.

[likeajoan]

Unfortunately Buffy is entirely used to the mom-substitute/big sister/leader role, and she can't help but take the authoritative high ground sometimes. She's not trying to be patronising though, honestly. When Mel doesn't hit her, she sighs, defeated.

"Fine." She hefts her scythe onto her shoulder again, gesturing at the bag. "I should just get out of your face and let you get on with whatever you were doing."

[melakafray13]

"Fine," Melaka repeated, like a parrot, then turned, gritting her teeth hard and started back towards her building.

She had her. She rutting had her and could have knocked Summers on her ass. And she chickened out! The hell's wrong with you, Fray? She asked herself. "Ain't got a clue," She muttered softly to herself, shoulders slumping.