Gradual Descent - A One Shot
A/N: So, this was actually inspired by a little conversation I had with some others on the Buffy board at ff.com. We were talking about our favorite/the best SatC episodes, and I mentioned my favorite as being the one where Carrie cheats on Aidan with Big and they have that steamy, sultry elevator scene. Of course, that led to speculation as to what would happen if Buffy and Angel ever had an elevator scene. Days later, this is the result. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about the idea, I just ran with it. Some themes/ideas are the same. You’ll recognize them from the show. However, other points have been shifted slightly, but I think, I hope, it all blends together well. With that said, enjoy!
~Charlynn~
Gradual Descent
A One Shot
Buffy Anne Summers was your typical college freshman… if you considered a nineteen year old social reject who lived with her watcher, prevented the world from ending on a nightly basis by killing things most normal people only have nightmares about, and whittling stakes for fun typical, then, yeah, she was your girl. But she didn’t complain. She had long ago come to accept the fact that her destiny was out of her hands. After all, she was the Chosen One, the one girl picked out of all the other billions to protect humanity; she was the slayer and had been now for more than four years. On any other given night she would have just been thankful that she was still alive, that she had already surpassed her kind’s average lifespan, but she was just too lonely on that particular evening to be so sensible.
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~Charlynn~
Gradual Descent
A One Shot
Buffy Anne Summers was your typical college freshman… if you considered a nineteen year old social reject who lived with her watcher, prevented the world from ending on a nightly basis by killing things most normal people only have nightmares about, and whittling stakes for fun typical, then, yeah, she was your girl. But she didn’t complain. She had long ago come to accept the fact that her destiny was out of her hands. After all, she was the Chosen One, the one girl picked out of all the other billions to protect humanity; she was the slayer and had been now for more than four years. On any other given night she would have just been thankful that she was still alive, that she had already surpassed her kind’s average lifespan, but she was just too lonely on that particular evening to be so sensible.
FIND THE REST HERE.