Continued from Here"Yes?" Walking over to Buffy's room, I peer around the corner. She'd been sleeping for quite some time. All through the night in fact. I tried to get some sleep myself, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Hasn't happened since Fred died actually. Everytime I close my eyes, they come. The nightmares ( Read more... )

Continued from HereSoup would do just fine. Well, I can do soup and it should be fine. She made it herself after all. The other day. Was it really the other day? I'm starting to loose sense of time. Then again being stuck here in this cabin will do that to one ( Read more... )

Continued from Here“I am adult enough to realize that some things are best forgotten, Buffy.” I stare at her and her words. Wondering if I should throw out there that I’m not exactly the most stable and sane fellow at the moment, which is something she should’ve considered with the whole kissing thing ( Read more... )

Continued from Here“So was my remark,” I shoot back, realizing that once again my sense of humor and that of one Buffy Summers do not mesh. Or my sense of humor and anyone American. Not even Cordelia or Fred would always get it. Gunn and Angel certainly didn’t. Had to take everything so literally. That’s why Spike was such a delight. Verbally ( Read more... )

Continues from hereI woke up to the sunshine streaming in through the window. For a moment, I'd forgotten where I was, but then it all came back to me. I was back in California. At the cabin. With Wesley. I stretched and got out of bed. Time to make coffee. Probably should make some tea for Wes ( Read more... )

Continued from HereActually no, she didn’t tell me that. She never told me anything back in Sunnydale. Perhaps she told me today? I don’t really remember. I try not to remember much because remembering hurts, even the smallest reminder. A scent, a sight, a flower, a look, that’s all it takes to remind me of her. Fred. Sometimes even Cordelia ( Read more... )

Continued from HereMy eyes moved from the familiar grave and turned to look at Buffy. “Yes you did,” I said quietly. “I just told you, not only an hour ago, that she died. You however were to busy toasting on not being important.” Too caught up in her own misery to notice anything else around her. Sound familiar? It should. Only in my case it was a ( Read more... )

So I'm headed out to LA, not the place I want to be, but I promised Giles I'd go. Apparently he heard that Angel and Spike (why did no one tell me he was alive, undead, whatever, again!) in England to deal with something called an Old One. Some kind of demon, used to roam the earth yada yada. I forget the things name, something weird. Anyway, I'm ( Read more... )