museandlyrics l 7.4.4 Friedrich Nietzsche quote
7.4.4 "The same passions in man and woman nonetheless differ in tempo; hence man and woman do not cease misunderstanding one another."
Xander is knew_youdlikeit
Buffy couldn’t pinpoint the first time Sunnydale really felt like home. Maybe, it was when she knew that like her and Xander’s, Willow’s love life was never going to be normal. Or, maybe it was when together, they dealt with the Master rising. Or, no, when she returned, was a bitch to everyone of her friends, and they still accepted her? Yeah, that had felt like home. Buffy knew she would never create another Sunnydale, another Summers’ home, another real home base that actually felt like home. Living in Sunnydale stopped feeling like home as soon as her home was overrun by slayers, the lite version. So, with her move to Cleveland, Italy, and then Scotland, Buffy still felt like she lived at work, like she was on vacation.
Even if she called in her scoobies cavalry Rosewood wouldn’t feel any more or less like home. She would still be out of place and on a job. But, she needed help. And she needed someone to hold her back from killing Faith.
“I didn’t say that I wanted to kill her…” Buffy said, pulling the gate to the graveyard she assigned herself open. “I said that I wanted a buffer. A buffer who wasn’t someone that…”
“Worshiped at her feet?” Xander asked.
“Okay, Sam doesn’t worship at Faith’s feet.” If anything, she worshipped at her stake. “She just thinks…”
“That Faith is just the bees knees? The cat’s pajamas?” Buffy stopped to react and considering this was a phone conversation, her reaction was emphatic by silent. Xander knew his friend. He changed the subject. “So, you want me. In Pennsylvania.”
“I want you to be here with me. Buffer-Xander.”
“A buffer-Xander for Buffy?” Xander said, pretending to muse on the idea.
“Exactly.”
“Yeah, you need to sell it a little more. I don’t see the appeal…” Xander replied.
“Xander! The appeal should be your best friend and might I add boss asking for your help. Asking is about to turn into telling you to get your one-eyed Sergeant Fury behind to Pennsylfrakkingvania!” She stopped this time, turning around, and regretting her decision to raise her voice.
“You’re in a graveyard, aren’t you?” Xander asked.
“Shut up.”
The horror movie her life tended to inevitably turn into started as she whirled around again, feeling eyes on her. From behind, the felt the tackle before it happened but she wasn’t fast enough to dodge it - that was what she told herself, anyway. The phone hit the ground as Buffy rolled back and flipped the vampire linebacker that had tackled her.
“Hey, I’m on a call!” Buffy yelled, flipping to her feet.
The vampire on his feet now took a swing which she dodged easily. “It’s long! Distance!” She continued, emphasizing each word as she blocked two more blows and kicked him in the stomach.
Grabbing the phone, she brought it to her ear. “Xander. Hold on.”
“Lemme’ guess, your little outburst alerted…St. Anne’s Cemetery’s undead population to your presence…”
“Xander, not now,” Buffy sniped, the phone knocked from her hand again. “Do you have something against Scotland?!” she asked the vampire before landing a one-two punch, pulling it back into a backhand, and roundhousing linebacker-guy to the ground. Pulling out her stake, she quickly dispatched the vampire before finding her cell.
“Hey, Xander?”
“Vampire gone?”
“Can you hear me now?” Buffy smirked, sitting in the grass.
“Oh. 5, Buffy. Or 4.5, even. We need to get you a new quip writer…”
Buffy rolled her eyes, glancing back behind her. She could feel a headache coming on and mentally reminded herself to take Aleve when she got back to her room.
“Look, I’ll just feel better if you’re here,” Buffy said, sighing.
“No, I get it. You love me and miss me and you’ve missed how endlessly funny I am. I get it. You miss me. You want to … I apologize for almost going into a not funny joke from Miss Congeniality…There was a marathon today.”
“I know you meant to say James Bond marathon.”
“Oh. Right. Yes. With his license to kill.”
“And his martini shaken, but not stirred.” Buffy hesitated for a second, getting to her feet. Before hanging up she managed, “Yeah, Xand. Of course I miss you.”
Xander is knew_youdlikeit
Buffy couldn’t pinpoint the first time Sunnydale really felt like home. Maybe, it was when she knew that like her and Xander’s, Willow’s love life was never going to be normal. Or, maybe it was when together, they dealt with the Master rising. Or, no, when she returned, was a bitch to everyone of her friends, and they still accepted her? Yeah, that had felt like home. Buffy knew she would never create another Sunnydale, another Summers’ home, another real home base that actually felt like home. Living in Sunnydale stopped feeling like home as soon as her home was overrun by slayers, the lite version. So, with her move to Cleveland, Italy, and then Scotland, Buffy still felt like she lived at work, like she was on vacation.
Even if she called in her scoobies cavalry Rosewood wouldn’t feel any more or less like home. She would still be out of place and on a job. But, she needed help. And she needed someone to hold her back from killing Faith.
“I didn’t say that I wanted to kill her…” Buffy said, pulling the gate to the graveyard she assigned herself open. “I said that I wanted a buffer. A buffer who wasn’t someone that…”
“Worshiped at her feet?” Xander asked.
“Okay, Sam doesn’t worship at Faith’s feet.” If anything, she worshipped at her stake. “She just thinks…”
“That Faith is just the bees knees? The cat’s pajamas?” Buffy stopped to react and considering this was a phone conversation, her reaction was emphatic by silent. Xander knew his friend. He changed the subject. “So, you want me. In Pennsylvania.”
“I want you to be here with me. Buffer-Xander.”
“A buffer-Xander for Buffy?” Xander said, pretending to muse on the idea.
“Exactly.”
“Yeah, you need to sell it a little more. I don’t see the appeal…” Xander replied.
“Xander! The appeal should be your best friend and might I add boss asking for your help. Asking is about to turn into telling you to get your one-eyed Sergeant Fury behind to Pennsylfrakkingvania!” She stopped this time, turning around, and regretting her decision to raise her voice.
“You’re in a graveyard, aren’t you?” Xander asked.
“Shut up.”
The horror movie her life tended to inevitably turn into started as she whirled around again, feeling eyes on her. From behind, the felt the tackle before it happened but she wasn’t fast enough to dodge it - that was what she told herself, anyway. The phone hit the ground as Buffy rolled back and flipped the vampire linebacker that had tackled her.
“Hey, I’m on a call!” Buffy yelled, flipping to her feet.
The vampire on his feet now took a swing which she dodged easily. “It’s long! Distance!” She continued, emphasizing each word as she blocked two more blows and kicked him in the stomach.
Grabbing the phone, she brought it to her ear. “Xander. Hold on.”
“Lemme’ guess, your little outburst alerted…St. Anne’s Cemetery’s undead population to your presence…”
“Xander, not now,” Buffy sniped, the phone knocked from her hand again. “Do you have something against Scotland?!” she asked the vampire before landing a one-two punch, pulling it back into a backhand, and roundhousing linebacker-guy to the ground. Pulling out her stake, she quickly dispatched the vampire before finding her cell.
“Hey, Xander?”
“Vampire gone?”
“Can you hear me now?” Buffy smirked, sitting in the grass.
“Oh. 5, Buffy. Or 4.5, even. We need to get you a new quip writer…”
Buffy rolled her eyes, glancing back behind her. She could feel a headache coming on and mentally reminded herself to take Aleve when she got back to her room.
“Look, I’ll just feel better if you’re here,” Buffy said, sighing.
“No, I get it. You love me and miss me and you’ve missed how endlessly funny I am. I get it. You miss me. You want to … I apologize for almost going into a not funny joke from Miss Congeniality…There was a marathon today.”
“I know you meant to say James Bond marathon.”
“Oh. Right. Yes. With his license to kill.”
“And his martini shaken, but not stirred.” Buffy hesitated for a second, getting to her feet. Before hanging up she managed, “Yeah, Xand. Of course I miss you.”