Home, sweet home.

[the_golden_girl]

I knew I was getting dirty looks for not having had a car to transport them a certain Queen C from the airport to here. Even if the walk wasn't long, I guess she just didn't like having to have walked. I had accidently forgotten the bus with the whole passing out and walking up to your second undead-undead...er, lover, and dealing with Faith, to

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[parting_gifts]

I glared back at Willow and raised my brows. I had no problem sharing rooms with Fred. It'd actually be nice to talk to someone who was sane .. okay maybe not sane, but a familiar face who actually liked me around here.

"So how many people are actually living here?" I asked her, as we walked inside and down the hallway. And where the hell was our rooms? God do I not want to be here in Cleveland. I miss LA already.

Not so much the bad memories that we left behind but the good ones. Like Dennis. Oh. I wonder what he was doing back there, in my old apartment with whoever was living there now. And I wondered if he scared the crap out of anyone yet.

Okay. So maybe coming here to Cleveland wouldn't be so bad once we actually got settled in and what not. And I didn't feel so bad that not only was I having second thoughts about this, but so was Lorne. These people never really liked me in the first place, but we were older and it wasn't high school anymore.

I wasn't the bitch I used to be. So let's just hope that Cleveland would be a place of fresh starts. And that maybe they'd see I wasn't such a bitch anymore. And since when did I care how much these people thought of me? Hmm.

[lornegreen]

I found myself to be in a foul mood ever since I stepped foot off that plane. This whole Cleveland thing was seriously going to cramp my style, there was no doubt about that. I mean, not only would I have to spend God knows how long living in an a decroded old apartment complex, I would have to share my space with... Wesley.

I hung my head and grumbled. Now Wesley was a great guy and a good friend, but talk about opposites. I really doubt you could cram all my kitsch and knicknacks into a room and NOT have it clash with Wesley's books and things.

Maybe I would just have to draw a chalk line across the floor and he could have his half and I could have mine.

I continued to grumble to myself as I lagged behind the others.

And here we are.

[disclaimer_gal]

The walk up the stairs wasn't really that long, but being in familiar/semi new company, it was kinda- Well awkward, but none the less I would still be me, good ol Willow. "Uhh well we have some of the scoobies." I stated a little half heartedly thinking of the ones we had lost, along with some of the new. "Hand full of Slayers maybe, and well- you guys. Kinda a little more then a full house." I responded before stopping next to a musty looking wood door.

"Sorry it isn't much, but we like to call it home now." I said a little distantly, not at the fact that I didn't want to be in their company, in fact Cordy's aura was reading something that didn't spell out a nice five letter word ending with itch.

The distance had been my mind, it was going some where with my comment, to a place that Martha Stewart would find refreshing and inovative for some tv special home refurbishing project.

"Umm, do you need anything else? Tour, possible place to eat that won't give you the shivers or have some goo demon as the owner?" I asked slightly shivering at the memory along with the ick factor of what was being fried in the back room in stead of your average refried beans and taco makings.

Re: And here we are.

[parting_gifts]

I opened the door and looked inside before returning my gaze to Willow. It wasn't that bad. Small, two beds obviously because Fred and I were sharing a room, and bare. And musty. Let's pray there was a window somewhere.

Glancing back at Willow, I half-smiled. Okay. I could easily show this people how much I had changed. Walking into the room, I dropped my bag on one of the beds before looking back at Willow.

"Food sounds like a good idea." I said, giving a little shrug. "Airplane food isn't exactly my idea of a party, nor a nutritious meal."

So some of the Scoobies, slayers, and us huh? Well. It could be worse. Actually, it couldn't but I wasn't one to advertise that out loud.

Oh. Ew. Food with goo demon owning the place? I wanted to go home. LA was calling my name. But we had a duty or something here. Or whatever you wanted to call it. Plus, the whole with visions thing going on.

Re: And here we are.

[blurred_destiny]

Well, it looks like Willow has this one. As much as she might not seem like she has her hands loaded... she really does. The entire group looks a little, iffy. They don't seem to want to be here. And can I blame them? I think not. But I really like them being here.

Side stepping from the group, I made my ways towards a slippery weasel.

If she thought she was going to get a get out of jail free card alone, she was wrong.

No, maybe she wasn't. I have other issues at hand. Like a certain vampire that disappeared and a blonde slayer that isn't anywhere to be seen. And sure, she went to the bath...but I somehow doubt it takes that long for one. Unless of course she drowned herself. Again. Wouldn't that be like the fifth or so time she's died? Either way, the next time she dies will be her last time. Same as all these poor sorry saps.

Rather than have anyone take notice, I slipped out the front. I know...I know it wasn't secretive as I made it out to be. But everyone is so caught in their own selves to take much notice of anyone else. That's a given by the way no one so much as made a comment about Angel suddenly not being there.

I mean what if someone or thing had summoned him to another dimension just like that?

Speaking of...I have a lot of work ahead of me to do. Of which left me to head out and right into...Dawn.

Re: And here we are.

[disclaimer_gal]

"Yep, not of the edible variety." I commented on Cordeila's idea of food, and whoa when had I really ever agreed with her. Then again there was that time, but still.

"So uhh, how about I give you a chance to unpack, maybe change, sure you don't want to stay in the clothes that you were wearing on the airplane."

I wasn't sure if she would take offence to that, it wasn't meant to be that way, I just understood that sometimes a fresh change of clothes helped the soul, and the body oder, not that Im saying any of us smell funny, well ok sometimes Buffy after she comes home from 'Patroling' or atleast in the past she had, specially if a demon had tossed her into a dumpster, or the DD Palace was extra greasy that night, but still none of us right now were in the stinky zone.

With that sentence out I smiled. "Ok so, meet you down stairs in the front."

And off I went shuffling slightly down the hall. I was tired, hungry and had so many things on my mind that I just needed a moment of fresh air, some place I could go and think for a moment before having to show Cordy and possibly Fred around.

My feet were quick, in no time I was infront of the 'apartment' sitting outside and thinking of my earlier thoughts on Tara, and Kennedy. It had been a while since I had heard or seen her that I still wonder if were even a couple, I mean arent couples supposed to call, or write and do couple-y things together, which we arent. So do we still qualify in that catagory? Or am I alone again. My thoughts wandering and leaving me to the night and its darkness.