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Wishing Changes Everything	By : Declan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Beauty And The Beasts: Part 2 (Truly, Madly, Creepy)
Fifteen minutes before lunch began Buffy opened the door to Platt’s office and quickly stepped inside. “Hey.”
Platt sat at his desk looking somewhat nonplussed as he put down his mug of coffee. “Miss Summers, I’m sorry, I didn’t here you knock- probably because you didn’t.” He smiled genially. “I though our appointment was for two o’clock?”
“Sorry, I know. I just needed to see you a couple of hours early, that’s all.” Buffy smiled apologetically as she moved around the office.
Platt leaned back. “Would there be a reason for this?”
Buffy had spent the morning trying to think of excuses for coming to Mr. Platt’s early, and more importantly excuses to linger until Pete tried to make his move.
She hadn’t been particularly successful.
So Buffy decided to improvise. “A prank!”
“Excuse me?”
“Someone- I don’t know who, is planned to prank you, big time. At lunch, which is now, and I thought I would, um, be here to warn you- which I’ve now done.”
Mr Platt sighed, although he was still smiling. “There is no prank.”
Buffy shook her head. “You’re right, there is no prank. But...I do need, um, advice.” ‘Maybe this will work,’
“I have a friend who, well I had a fight with her- and I can’t figure why she reacted the way she did. I was hoping you could help.”
“Well, Buffy usually I’d be happy to help but, can’t this wait a couple of hours?”
“Um, well- she’s here, now. And I don’t want to be all avoid-y with her; I just want to make up with her.”
Platt seemed to think about it. “Okay, so what was this fight about?”
“Um, my friend and I have been kind of hanging out a lot, she’s new in town and we’ve been talking about stuff, relationship stuff.” Buffy was partly wondering what she was doing but it meant she was staying in Platt’s office, which was the main thing. Besides maybe he could give some insight.
“This new friend, would this be Faith?”
Buffy felt her face warm a little but pressed on. “Yes, um, anyway we get on okay- plenty in common. I even talked to her about my old boyfriend, and she seemed sympathetic. And the other day I was talking about him...”
Buffy thought about how to phrase the next part. “Well, I was saying nice things about him and suddenly she gets all angry and moody with me- saying I should just, um, cut him out of my life and move on completely. She was really cold and I got mad at her and...then she stormed off.”
“I see. Did this Faith know your boyfriend- had they met?”
“Not yet, um, I mean no, never.” Buffy tried to forget how Faith had tried to kill Angel –twice, or when she tried to seduce him, or when they made out right in front of Buffy. All bad memories.
“Buffy, are you alright? You look a little upset.”
Buffy nodded. “Fine. The fight was pretty harsh, that’s all.”
Platt got up and sat nearer to Buffy, perching on the desk. “Well, assuming all of what you’ve told me is true; I would say that it sounds like Faith is jealous.”
Buffy frowned at that. “No, I told you, Faith and A-my boyfriend haven’t ever met.”
“That’s not exactly what I meant. She could be jealous of the relationship you’ve had with this guy- that all depends on her personal history. More likely is that she just doesn’t like you talking about being happy with this guy. She could be jealous of him.”
“But that makes even less sense, unless...” Buffy paused as the wheels turned in her head.
Platt smiled slightly. “Don’t get me wrong Buffy; I wasn’t suggesting jealousy in a romantic sense, necessarily. Perhaps this friend of yours finds the time you spend together precious and wants you to be happy just being with her.” Suddenly he looked up expectantly at a noise.
Buffy twisted in her seat to see the office door handle turning slowly before the door itself opened. Buffy saw Pete move into the room and then stop suddenly when he saw the two of them looking at him. Buffy tensed in the chair, ready to act if Pete decided to turn all angry and vein-y
“Um, hey.” Pete said quietly, looking tense as his eyes darted from Mr. Platt to Buffy and then around the room.
“The universal student greeting,” Mr. Platt smiled, although his eyes registered concern. “Can I help you with something- as you can see I’m a little busy here.”
Pete smiled nervously, his face showing rigid tension. “Ah, my girlfriend Debbie- she said she might’ve left her bag her the other day. I offered to, um, fetch it for her.”
“Right, you must be Pete. Debbie mentioned you in passing, but I didn’t see her leave a bag around here.” Although he was friendly enough Buffy heard an edge in Mr. Platt’s voice; she guessed he didn’t like Pete much.
Pete shrugged a little. “Well, sorry. Debbie’s always getting things mixed up. I’ll leave you alone.” After an awkward pause he turned and left the room.
Platt gazed at the door for a moment before shaking his head slightly and looking to Buffy. “Now, where were we?”
Buffy stood up quickly. “Actually, I think I should go, I’ve bothered you enough. But thanks, you’ve really given me a lot to think about. I’ll be back at two.”
“I tell you what; how about you concentrate on keeping hold of that friend of yours, not skipping class and eating. Say at lunch time- which is when most of us like to eat.” With that Platt turned away, fishing a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow- two o’clock.”
Buffy hurried over to the door. “Um, yeah, Thanks again. Bye.” Stepping quickly out into the corridor she saw a glimpse of Pete as he hurried down the hallway.
Buffy took off after him, ducking around a couple of distracted students coming out of class, before stepping out in front of Pete. “Hey there.”
Pete frowned at her, seemingly agitated. “Buffy. What’s up?”
Buffy pretended to think. “What’s up? Hmm, well, I was thinking- how about you stay away from Mr. Platt for one thing, how does that grab you?”
Pete’s eyes widened as he looked warily at her. “What are you talking about? - I was just...”
“I know what you were going to do, and trust me, if you go near Platt again it’ll end badly for you.” Buffy kept her voice low and cold. Pete’s face had become incredulous.
“Are you...did you just threaten me?”
Buffy leaned a little closer and smiled at him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You might want to ask around about me before you poke fun. When you do, you’ll find out that I don’t tend to start fights, I do end them though. I’m a known troublemaker, really. It’s actually kind of fun. Y’see, the reason I’m seeing Mr Platt is that he’s trying to talk me out of any future violent episodes, and you better hope he succeeds.” Buffy leaned back and nodded in satisfaction. “Okay, you can go now.”
Pete gave her a look like she was crazy, stepped around her and headed quickly towards the cafeteria. Hopefully, Buffy threatening him would make him hesitate before acting any time soon; she just needed till the end of the day after all. And if he did so, it was more likely he would come after her. And she’d be ready for him.
Buffy looked at her watch, figuring she had enough time to grab a snack and then head over to Faith’s. Mr Platt’s insight had been pretty helpful, maybe Faith thought Angel would threaten their friendship, come between them somehow. The other possibility...Buffy couldn’t really deal with that right now, pushing that to the back of her mind would be the safest thing for the moment.
Sometimes denial is a girl’s best friend.

*~~*

Buffy hesitated in front of Faith’s door, she felt queasy- and not just because she’d had jello for lunch, which was entirely acceptable dietary-wise. Unless the only other things you’d had in the past twenty- four were chocolate and soda- then you were in risk of a sugar high, which wasn’t the best idea when coaxing a potentially hostile slayer back to school.
Buffy calmed her nerves and shook her head out of rambling thoughts as knocked on the door. “Faith, it’s me. Um, Buffy that is.”
She slowly tried the handle and found it unlocked, letting out a steady breath she opened the door.
Faith was there sitting on the bed, dressed in leopard print pants and a tight black tee, reading a comic book a little too intently. She glanced up casually as Buffy entered but didn’t say anything, just stared at her with an unreadable expression.
“Like I said, it’s me.”
Faith shrugged. “Yeah, I heard you.”
Silence stretched between them, Buffy had hoped to get some clues as to how to act from Faith herself but she wasn’t giving anything away.
Buffy sighed. “So, I guess I handled things badly.”
Faith didn’t say anything, just stared at something fascinating on the bedspread.
Buffy had been here before, awkward conversations with Faith were nothing new. It was just Buffy had always handled them badly, usually saying the wrong thing or not saying anything at all because she was afraid of saying the wrong thing.
‘Well as Xander somewhat wisely once said, “Fear is the mind killer,” -I can do this.’
Buffy came forward and sat tentatively on the edge of Faith’s bed which got the brunette’s attention.
“Look, Faith I’m sorry, okay.” Buffy looked at her plaintively, “I’d just found out that a guy I thought was...gone forever just popped up out of nowhere and was all, ‘ggrrrr’. I freaked out a little and I lost my temper.”
Faith looked at Buffy warily. “You’re... apologising to me.”
“Trying to,” Buffy shrugged helplessly. “How am I doing?”
“Why?”
“I was hoping for more like marks out of ten, y’know...”
“No, Buffy. Why are you apologising?” Faith frowned and looked down at the bed again. “I...lost it, ‘kay. I was the one being a bitch and not carin’ about what you were goin’ through. That stuff with Angel...must’ve been tough, I mean from what you told me.” Faith met Buffy’s eyes. “You don’t have to apologise, I know I blew it.”
“No, Faith. You didn’t blow it. Believe me I’ve seen more extreme reactions from my friends when it comes to Angel. Y’know Xander- goofy, funny Xander, nothing gets him riled up like the subject of Angel.” Buffy smiled. “He and I have had a few bust-ups in the past, but we get over it- friends fight and make up. So...can we make up already?”
Faith hesitated for a moment before shrugging. “Sure, if you wanna.”
Buffy stood up, relieved. “Great. Listen, I’ve got to get back to school. I was hoping you would come along with, we’ll be having a meeting in the library, see if we can’t figure things out.” Buffy paused. “Wait, if you didn’t think I was going to apologise, why did you think I came over?”
Faith smirked. “I dunno- round two, maybe.” She then looked down and hesitated. “Or just that you changed your mind about the whole ‘becoming roomies’ sitch, something like that.”
Buffy shook her head. “Nope, Looking forward too it. That is when you inevitably cave in to peer-pressure and accept.”
“What peer- pressure is that?”
“My whining and pouting, of course. As an only child I’m very used to getting what I want.”
Faith grinned widely. “And you want me, is that it, B?”
‘Oh, I walked into that one...’
Buffy blushed and turned away. “Very funny, now come on- we’ve got to get back. People, other than you, might be in danger of a severe pummelling.”
Buffy heard Faith’s throaty laugh as she exited the room, embarrassed but glad- after all flirty Faith was a little easier to deal with than grumpy Faith.

*~~*

The two of them having walked to school in a fairly comfortable silence, Faith giving Buffy a couple of knowing looks that Buffy chose to ignore, as well as giving flirty looks to a couple of cute college students hanging round the Espresso Pump.
But Buffy knew right away that something was wrong when she entered the library with Faith in tow and saw a worried looking Giles talking with Xander and Willow. He seemed to be in the midst of discussing something unpleasant.
Buffy’s stomach flip-flopped. “Guys, is there a problem?”
Xander gave her a queasy look but didn’t answer. Giles turned to them. “There’s been another victim- a student here at school. Xander found him in the boy’s bathroom after lunch.”
“Then I saw my lunch, again.” Xander said glumly, “Macaroni surprise isn’t so pleasant the second time.”
“Who was it?” Buffy’s mind whirled. Instead of Mr. Platt Pete had just gone and killed somebody else.
“Ah, Lee Ruskins. He was viciously attacked. I believe the charming phrase the coroner used when describing the poor boy was ‘pureed’. And as I was just explaining it seems the boy had been dead about an hour or so.”
Faith looked at Buffy with a slight smile. “Which means this guy was killed during the day, so Angel’s off the hook.”
“For this one anyway,” Xander had obviously been informed of Angel’s return.
Willow tried but failed to keep the happiness out of her voice. “Oz is too, I mean it’s horrible but not like ‘someone we know did this’ horrible, y’know.”
Giles looked at the clock. “Speaking of which, shouldn’t he be here by now? The sun sets at five-thirty.”
Buffy walked further into the library to find a seat next to Xander. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon, we need to figure out what these two victims had in common.”
Faith hoped up on the counter. “Missing internal organs?”
Buffy made a face. “Something else, apart from their barf-worthy deaths.”
Giles took off his glasses. “Yes, why would they in particular be targeted by what is clearly a depraved, sadistic animal?”
“Present,” Oz said as he arrived. “What did I miss?”
Willow smiled as she got up and pushed past Giles to hug Oz. “It’s not you! I mean it’s a ‘kill in the day’ monster, one hundred percent for sure.”
Oz’s relief was obvious. “Okay.”
Giles gave them a moment. “Yes, well celebrating aside for a moment we still have two victims- Jeff Walken and Lee Ruskins.”
Xander sat up in his seat. “Well this being Sunnydale High it could be pretty much anybody. Could be the lunch lady.”
Willow smiled at him. “You’re just bitter about the macaroni surprise.”
Buffy waited for them to hopefully come to the same conclusion as last time, assuming Pete didn’t attack a random student- that would make her feel even worse than she did already.
Oz spoke up. “Debbie.” They all looked at him. “Victim one; Jeff? He was in Jazz band with her. They used to horse around.”
Faith frowned as she stretched. “They were screwing?”
‘Well that comment is a lot more telling this time round.’
Xander smiled. “Yeah, Oz, did the two of them share a forbidden love?”
Oz paused. “I don’t think so. But he hid her music comp book once.”
Xander nodded. “He was so clearly into her.”
“What about the other guy- Lee?” Buffy asked Oz.
“Lee and Debbie were always friendly; I saw them joking around at lunch.”
Buffy spoke up. “Mr. Platt. I was in his office just before lunch- asking his advice. And Pete snuck in there like...like maybe he going to try something. Whatever it was it set my slayer sense off.”
Oz’s brain was ticking over. “Add this and stir. I just saw Debbie a minute ago- sporting a nasty black eye.”
Xander thought about it. “So it is an evil boyfriend. What are the odds?”
Giles spoke urgently. “We should find them both immediately.”
Oz gestured to the door. “Debbie was in the quad a minute ago.”
Buffy stood up and jumped in as the others got up to go Giles could speak; she knew Pete was coming here to attack Oz within the next half-hour or so. The trick was to convince her friends of the fact. “Okay, hang on guys; let’s think this through before we go running off. Obviously Pete’s going after people who get too close to Debbie, like he’s insanely jealous or something.”
“Emphasis on the insane part,” Xander commented.
“So maybe someone should stay and keep an eye on Oz, just in case. I mean, what if Pete saw them both together? Oz could be the next target.”
Willow seemed torn. “But Buffy, Debbie could be in trouble...”
Buffy nodded. “I know Will- I think someone should stay here just in case.”
“A wise precaution Buffy. Very well, Faith, you stay here and keep an eye out. Xander- you and I will team, Willow, you stick with Buffy.
Oz chimed in. “I’ll- go lock myself in the cage.”
Buffy hesitated. “Faith, be careful. Pete’s pretty dangerous.”
“So am I, B- don’t sweat it,” Faith said confidently.
*~~*

Willow followed Buffy out of the library. “Where are we going?” asked Willow, wondering at Buffy’s urgency.
Buffy answered without looking back. “Where do you go if you want to cover up a black eye? I’m thinking the girl’s locker room.”
They found Debbie in no time, gently dabbing at her face, trying to cover up her bruise with makeup.
Buffy walked across to her, hoping that this time maybe she could get through to Debbie, get her to realise that her love for Pete was pretty much...doomed. Buffy could relate to that.
“It’s tricky covering a fresh shiner like that,” Buffy said, crossing her arms, her voice concerned but determined. “You know what works?”
Debbie looked at her in the mirror. “What?”
“Don’t get hit.”
Debbie didn’t respond, just started gathering her things.
Buffy moved across to her. “Debbie, we know what’s going on. We know Pete’s hurting you and he’s hurting other people.”
Debbie looked at Buffy in shock, and then shook her head as she stammered. “You don’t understand. It-it’s not his fault. He’s not himself when he get’s like this.”
“How does Pete get? I thought those students were killed by an animal?” Willow asked.
Buffy nodded understandingly, still staring at Debbie. “Pete’s not like other guys, is he Debbie. Sometimes he changes, sometimes he gets mean- and when he does he blames you. He’s even got you believing it.”
Debbie panicked. “I’ve got to go. Leave me alone.” She moved towards the door but Buffy stepped in her path.
“Debbie we haven’t got time for this, if you say Pete isn’t himself- fine. But you need help and so does he.”
Debbie tried to glare forcefully at the other two girls. “Well, I-I didn’t ask for your help.”
Willow almost rolled her eyes. “Well, when are you going to? I mean, if Pete kills you, it’ll pretty much be too late.”
Buffy reached forward and grabbed Debbie’s arm and dragged her to the mirror. “Look. Look at yourself, and tell me you don’t need help. What’s going on isn’t your fault Debbie- but the more it goes on, the more people who die while you play out your grim, little fantasy- then it will be your fault.”
Debbie shook her head again. “He’s going to change. He promised...”
Willow looked on sympathetically. “We can help, okay? Just tell us where he is, and we can help him.”
Debbie looked at Buffy. “He...he has a lab, a space where he mixes things, here at school.”
Buffy squeezed the other girls arm in sympathy then turned to Willow. “I know where that is- stay with Debbie, okay?”
Willow nodded and went over to Debbie, who was now crying quietly. Buffy left the locker room and headed towards the library to check in with Faith, then maybe intercept Pete and try and talk him down. It was a long shot but as long as Debbie was safe Buffy thought it could be worth a try. Still, a student was dead who hadn’t died the first time around- that was on Buffy. She thought she could put Pete off Mr. Platt and somebody else had paid the price.
On second thought maybe she would talk Pete down after she’d kicked his ass all over the place.
Buffy’s thoughts were interrupted by a crashing sound from down the hall- the library. Cursing inwardly she started to run, spotting Giles and Xander up ahead as they hesitated for a moment in front of the library doors.
“Help Faith!” She shouted as she closed the distance. Giles burst into the library as Xander waited for Buffy.
“Where’s Will?” Xander asked.
“She’s with Debbie.” Buffy answered simply as she entered through the doors.
The library was in disarray, the central study table had been smashed to pieces and part of the banister had been broken off. Pete was on top of Faith in the centre of the wreckage, his clawed hands trying to find purchase on the slayer’s throat as she struggled to free herself. Oz, now in wolf form, snarled from inside his cage.
“Grab the dart gun!” Buffy called to Giles even as he started to make his way round the other side of the counter.
With a cry of frustration Faith managed to knock Pete’s clawed hands away before snapping her head up into his face for a vicious headbutt and then kicking him away. Faith nimbly flipped to her feet as the Pete monster regained his footing; she glanced at her arm- noticed that there were scratches on it and grimaced.
“Dude, you scratched me,” Faith sneered at him. “Way to fight like a chick, what’s next- ya gonna pull my hair.”
With an incoherent roar Pete leapt at her, taking a right cross to the face as he did so. He shrugged it off and tried to claw Faith’s eyes out. She ducked and kneed him in the crotch before pounding her fist into his side as he slumped to one knee. Buffy guessed that the low blow had done that.
Giles adjusted the rifle as he came up behind the counter as Faith turned to Buffy with a grin. “Relax, B. I got this.”
Almost as soon as she had said that Pete lurched forward and seized Faith around the waist, with a murderous roar he picked her up whilst simultaneously spinning her around before throwing her. Faith sailed through the air, her ass hitting and then sliding across the counter top to collide with Giles, sending them both down in a heap.
Buffy sighed. “Well, I’m not much of a spectator anyway...” She ran straight at a startled Pete, sending a stinging jab into his discoloured, vein-y face- knocking him backwards.
“Tonight on ‘When Chicks Hit Back’...” Quipped Xander from behind Buffy as her roundhouse kick sent Pete tumbling against the steps.
A somewhat more wary Pete retreated up the stairs as Buffy followed him. He growled at her, “Bitch!” before grabbing a nearby bookcase and tried to pull it on top of her. Buffy, expecting such a move, ducked backwards as the furniture crashed down and then jumped over the wreckage to drive a foot into Pete’s mid-section.
Pete stumbled against the far wall, his hand seizing Buffy’s ankle, before twisting it and throwing her onto her back. Then he was on her snarling, seemingly angrier than ever before, backhanding her across the face twice before she managed to block his forearm.
“Whore! Bitch! I’ll kill you!” He cried as her tried to pull his arm from her.
Buffy struggled under him. “You seriously need to find better pick-up lines.”
Suddenly Pete was knocked off of Buffy- a large book slamming into the side of his head.
“Y’might wanna try reading more- I hear it helps.” Faith said with a grim smile before again smacking a stunned Pete across the face with the thick book she was wielding.
Faith stepped over the other slayer and knocked Pete against another bookshelf, dropping the book to free her hands, she threw herself against him. Her fists pounding into his body as she cut loose.
‘Pete the rage monster meets Faith the angry slayer.’
As Buffy scrambled to her feet she saw Pete manage to barely push Faith away before turning and fleeing through the stacks towards the back of the library, but suddenly he stopped and quivered. Pete’s hands reaching up to clutch at his chest before he collapsed forward and slumped to the floor- revealing Xander standing there with the tranquilizer gun.
“For the record, my dreams of me being in the library stacks with two girls- not usually so terrifying.” Xander said as he nervously reloaded the rifle.
Buffy smiled as she gingerly checked her jaw wasn’t swollen. “Thanks for the assist, Xand. Is Giles okay?”
“Fine, just a little dazed from Faith landing on him. Got him kinda flustered.”
Faith frowned at that. “Yeah, well Captain Steroid here got lucky is all. I had him till he started scratchin’ at me.” Faith started towards the unconscious form still intent on dishing out some punishment.
Buffy caught her shoulder. “We got him, Faith. Hitting him some more would just be petty...really satisfying but petty.” Buffy glanced at the other girls forearm. “C’mon, you’re hurt, let’s get you seen to.”
Faith muttered that it was nothing but still followed Buffy out of the stacks as Xander fired another dart into Pete.
As Buffy helped Faith over some wrecked shelving she commented. “Oh, and this in no way validates your insane theory about all guys being wild, animal people deep down inside.”
Faith just smirked. “It’s like I keep tellin’ you, B. All men are beasts- some just make better pets, is all.”
Giles had just finished adjusting his glasses as they came down the stairs. “What happened?”
Buffy gestured behind her to the stacks. “Xander went all safari and bagged himself a Pete.”
“After we kicked that ass,” Faith added.
“Well that’s a relief,” Giles glanced around. “And what about Debbie?”
“Willow’s with her, she’s safe but upset- which is way better than dead. All’s left is the cleanup, and I’m not sticking around for that.”
“Same here, B and I did the heavy lifting; you guys bring the cops or whatever.” She grinned at Buffy, “What about diner food again, this time I’ll buy- promise.”
Buffy smiled a little awkwardly. “Actually...I remembered I should probably, uh, check on Angel. See what kind of condition he’s in. Bring him some blood.”
Faith’s grin faded a little forlornly but she nodded. “Sure, you gotta go keep an eye on him, I get it.”
Giles cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Uh, Buffy, you will of course be careful. And please do tell me if his condition changes or...worsens.”
“Absolutely. I’ll keep you guys updated.” With that she turned and left, feeling a little guilty as she did so. Even though she didn’t really want to be doing this, talking to Angel- her Angel, was going to be difficult enough for her. Buffy had to be strong and realise that no matter what she felt for Angel there was no future for the both of them together. He had told her that before Prom and she couldn’t think of a reason anything would change this time.
Buffy sighed to herself as she walked through the school grounds, all which of course meant a fairly lonely school year romance- wise. If she could shake off all the distractions maybe she could make a go of it with Scott, even though he didn’t fill her with intense romantic feelings he was still...nice.
‘Nice. He should be perfect boyfriend material, but nooo I have to be picky and difficult and lust after a brooding, gorgeous...’
Buffy shook her head; she needed more time to think things through. At least everybody knew about Angel- she could talk it over with Willow tomorrow maybe, best not to bring it up with Faith or Xander though.
“Hey, Buffy.” Buffy turned to see Xander jogging over to catch up. “Wait up.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Go home Xander, you don’t have to...check up on me for Giles or anything. I’ll be fine.”
Xander held up his hands as he approached. “Whoa, not the issue hear, okay. I just thought...Look- I know I’m not Mr. Objective when it comes to Angel but you shouldn’t have to go through this alone. Especially after last year you need support- friend support, and for the record Willow sent me out, she has to watch Oz but you know Will, she worries- as concerned friends should.”
“Still, you don’t have to...”
“Want to, Buffy. I know it was...kind of a big deal telling us he was alive after everything that happened. You could’ve lied and not told us and had to go through all this alone, but here you are- not alone. You’ve got me.”
Buffy smiled at that. “I thought about lying, I really did. But I trust you guys, thanks Xander.” Buffy paused and frowned a little. “Just bear in mind that Angel has been through a lot- literally a hell of a lot and he was a little...a lot scary. So if you hung back a bit...”
“I won’t be brutally attacked? Gotcha.” Xander seemed to consider something. “Um, Buffy, if Angel just got out of Hell...He isn’t naked is he.”
Buffy actually found herself giggling. “Don’t worry Xand, he’s wearing pants.”
Xander grinned and bobbed his head as they walked together. “Good. ‘Cause I’ll only go so far for our friendship...”
Buffy looked at her friend. “I hope Cordelia knows how lucky she is.”
Xander thought about it. “Well, she probably does Buffy, after all she’s beautiful, rich, and popular- and have you seen her car...”
Buffy touched his arm. “You know what I mean.”
Xander nodded bashfully before changing the subject. “So what kind of pants do they wear in hell anyway, suede? Bell-bottoms? Big checked clown pants?”
Buffy looked at her friend like he was crazy. “Um, Not unless Angel was in evil seventies circus hell. Besides I know for a fact you own checked clown pants.”
“Exactly. But if they wore them in hell then that would make them cooler, right?”
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