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 A Reunion of Blondes, Tags: Buffy
Anya Jenkins
 Posted: Mar 5, 2015 | 2:01 pm
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Finally, she had escaped from that retched hospital. It took some convincing to assure the idiot doctors that she was indeed fine, but finally Anya was able to wear them down and gain clearance. Apparently the clothes she had been wearing when she was brought in were both bloody and torn so they disposed of them. Without asking of course. It must have been from the battle, yet the entire fight was pretty blurry, so she really couldn’t say. Although there were no visible bloody cuts on her body. So really, her clothes couldn’t have been that bad. Still, they assured Anya her clothes were gone, so she had to make do with the pair of pale blue scrubs the nurses gave her. They weren’t very flattering.

As expected, the entire medical staff was useless in helping her locate Xander or Buffy or any of the Scoobies. So as usual, Anya was on her own. At least she wasn’t completely directionless, after all, there were multiple Scoobie-related locations she could check first. That was, if anyone was still in Sunnydale. If not, then she was screwed… Getting to Sunnydale was no picnic either. Passerby’s were rare, and rude as well, refusing to stop for her no matter how much she waved her arms. Wasn’t it a law that cars were required to stop for pedestrians waving their arms about? The ex-demon’s feet were killing her by the time she reached her destination.

The first place she checked was Xander’s apartment, but it seemed to be long-since deserted. Though her hopes were not high, Anya even checked the basement in his parent’s house where he once lived, although that was exactly as they had left it the day they packed up Xander’s things to move him into his much nicer apartment. The Magic Box was her next stop. It had been Anya’s favorite place to be for so long, surrounded by money and capitalism; just standing outside of the building felt like home. So seeing the doors bolted and windows boarded dug a small hole within her heart. It was like seeing your baby, dead in the woods.

The only place left that Anya could think of checking was Buffy’s house. It had been Slayer Central before the big battle, most of their friends had been living there as well. There was an uncomfortable buzzing within her as the heart beat rapidly in her chest. Things were quiet; quite the opposite of what they were when she had last been here. Yet it didn’t look completely abandoned. There was hope. With a hesitant raised fist, Anya knocked three times on the door.

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Too much had changed yet stayed the same for Buffy to really settle her nerves about the return of Sunnydale. There was a level of disquiet unease that clung to the underside of well-manicured lawns and the shops of Main Street. But it was an unfamiliar insidiousness to the usual Hellmouth antics. This was unsettling and mildly threatening; the heart of the town an apple rotten to the core despite the glossy red skin. And if the demon population was anything to go by, the Hellmouth itself was surprisingly barely active. In slumber or some kind of weird stasis that reminded her of her first year within the town lines as a sophomore. There were vampires, sure, a couple of ghosts acting out but all and all the basics that the Slayer could handle in her sleep. The only uneasy thing despite how pedestrian the threat of evil had become was the lack of everyone she counted on in her life.

Dawn had been tooling around for some time in the States after dropping out of school in Rome. Apparently the last she heard from Vi of all people was that Dawn had settled into a New York City apartment and was crushing on some guy; something that hurt the older Summers a lot. Despite what she had previously thought about their relationship, her sister hadn't sought her out or even called and Buffy felt a pit settle into her stomach. It all could be attributed to just a young woman wanting independence but that didn't explain why Willow and Xander had also hopped onto the avoidance train. The last time she saw either of her best friends had been when the town was significantly more crateory than of late. And while she had asked Xander to be in charge of rounding up all the newly Called Slayers, she hadn't heard boo about a thing least of all any new girls. And with Willow starting to fight with Kennedy and trying to manage being all Superwitch, she guessed there just wasn't time or opportunity to talk to her best friend... Giles had fallen off the map nigh completely after his cross-country trip with Faith until finally Buffy had just stopped expecting anyone to call. She had Viktor to keep her company and even then The Immortal was distracted with his recently returned spouse and all the angelic shenanigans that came along with that mess.

And speak of that particular devil, there was Angel...

Her first love had decided to turn up in Sunnydale long enough to throw her head and emotions into a self-destructive tailspin. She was lost and confused and downright anxious about a lot when it came to the vampiric CEO of Wolfram & Hart: Los Angeles. Apparently the City had crashed and burned straight to Hell in a blaze of dragon slaying glory. While he had avoided most of the gory details, Buffy had read enough between the lines to piece together it had been horrific. Despite anything in their combined past, Buffy couldn't bear the thought of him hurting but that didn't mean that while she was helping him she didn't have to be incredibly careful with her heart. The two of them were star-crossed if there ever was a pair and she wasn't sure she could survive getting hurt again. There was just so much history and even though things were quiet for her as a Slayer, Buffy was terrified of everything falling apart around her again. She didn't even think she was cookie dough anymore; more like just a dirty bowl left in the sink to be cleaned up and put back to where it belonged. Did she really have the option of feeling out what she truly felt about Angel or hell, even Spike? Of course, that line of thinking followed on the heels of her own personal fury and frustration at the way Spike had treated her lately. He was being an absolute ass, manipulating her and Faith against each other; any relationship she had tried to form with the Dark Slayer was nothing but burnt remains and bitter feelings and the vampire had a beating with his name on it after the bull he pulled. Maybe it would be best if she just stayed away from everyone and everything?

That's where she found herself at the end of the day; living a quiet, hollow life. She spent her days ghosting around her house, packing up anything that didn't belong here anymore or was too painful to look at and stacking it away in the attic. Heading down to the store on Monday to get groceries for the week, weeding the few small gardens her mother had planted forever ago. Hulu and Netflix marathons and uneventful patrols. She needed a job quickly, but heading back to the High School was a storm she wasn't sure she could weather again but she didn't have a choice. She had put a call in to the now new Principal (apparently not even Wood was still kicking around as a friendly face) and said that she would try to come back once the Spring Break finished up if only so she could get a paycheck coming into the house but she summarily rejected based on a lack of credentials. Apparently the new administration wasn't as “lenient with their hiring standards” as the former, and it took everything in Buffy's power not to burst into tears as she wearily hung the phone back up onto the cradle.

Tucking her feet up under her on the couch, she wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face in her knees. She wanted normal; she asked for this she supposed. Maybe next time she'd be careful what she wished for, or Hell even add the addendum that she wanted normalcy to come with her not being alone. It was the sound of knocking at her door that had her head snap up in confusion before she unfolded herself from the couch. Without fear she moved to the front door and opened it before staring out in open mouthed shock. ”...Anya...?” No, there was no way she was here. Not when Andrew told them she had fallen a hero. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time one of them crawled their way back from the dead; she'd practically made it the new In Thing to do. With a watery grin she rushed forward, sweeping the demon into her arms and a huge hug. ”I thought you died!” Hugging her tightly before letting her go to usher the other woman into the house and hastily wipe away at the misting at her eyes. All of the loneliness was making her over-emotional and Anya would most likely have some dry snarky comment about it. But God help her, Buffy didn't think she needed anything else more...

”Come on in. I can make coffee? Do you need anything?”




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 Posted: Nov 5, 2015 | 10:45 pm
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It was understandable that Buffy would have missed her, they hadn’t seen each other in… well, Anya wasn’t quite sure how much time she had spent in that hospital, but it couldn’t have been more than a week, maybe two. And while Anya could get why Buffy was excited to see her, she was very lovable after all, she hadn’t expected that level of reaction. “Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, standing there awkwardly for a moment as the Slayer hugged her. “Yes… I’ve missed you too Buffy.” She responded, giving the blonde a hesitant pat on the back. She did miss her, perhaps not to the extreme that Buffy seemed to miss her, but she had grown quite fond of the Slayer. Inspirational speeches and all.

The death comment had Anya’s brow furrowing in confusion. “Well, that would explain why nobody has been looking for me.” She responded as-a-matter-of-factly. What was often perceived as sarcasm by many, were most times just statements or observations made by Anya. It did seem rather odd that not only had none of her friends or Xander visited her in the hospital, but none (Buffy being the exception) were anywhere to be found. Although that last part Anya had attributed to the fact that they were all likely out searching for her. Maybe Buffy was remaining here lest she come looking for her, as she did.

Accepting the invitation, Anya stepped into the all-too-familiar house. Everything was exactly the same, although a bit less noisy… Where was everyone? “Oh, yes, the coffee thing.” She nodded in response. At first the bitter brown liquid was something Anya had avoided over the years, until her arrival at Sunnydale where she discovered adding various liquids and sweeteners could actually make the heinous drink taste quite good. And it provided much-needed energy. “It’s quiet here.” She commented, heading down the familiar path to the kitchen.

Although she had the strong feeling that Buffy was the only one here at the moment, the ex-demon couldn’t help but peek her head around every corner on her way into the room, just to check. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Anya couldn’t help but wonder what was an acceptable amount of time to ask where Xander was. She didn’t want to seem like some crazy ex-girlfriend….anymore… And she had finally grasped most of the mortal customs and pleasantries at this point, so Anya was aware that walking into someone’s house and demanding answers was considered ‘rude’. Unless it was an interrogation, then it was okay. Mortals were exhausting with all their rules and amendments.

Once the coffee was ready, Anya accepted it with a grateful “Thank you.” (She was getting much better with that, since humans expected you to verbally voice your gratitude each time something is done for you.) Still, the million questions about Xander rang through her head, so Anya knew she had to begin the pleasantries if she wanted such answers. “How has the slaying been Buffy? Hey, by the way, what happened with that whole big apocalyptic battle thing we were doing?” That was another question that was rolling around in her head. The doctor could hardly help her with answers, but she knew Buffy would know what had happened. “My mind is inexplicably fuzzy as to the outcome, but considering we are both here, I assume it went well.”

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Buffy wasn't expecting to feel so guilty about not questioning someone's mortality today. Apparently not instantly assuming Anya had a chance to make it through a bisecting chest wound was a mistake, especially considering the blonde once demon was standing on her doorstep like it was any other gathering of Scoobies. It made Buffy's heart skip for a moment; maybe everyone was coming home, Willow and Xander could be walking over, Giles could be driving that hideous brick of his down Main Street as they spoke. ”If I had any idea you were alive, I would have come to find you. But it's been a long time...”

Years. It had been years since she had seen her, since the Hellmouth swallowed the city whole. She had been so many places since, gone through so much pain and heartache that the entire events leading up to the Battle against The First were hazy with distant memory. While she could remember most of it easy enough, what with it not exactly being easy to forget a sea of Turok-Han and the Calling of hundred of girls to her Destiny; Buffy had long since lost details. Some of the girls whose names she tried to make an effort to learn after Faith's barb had left her memory again, and that feeling of guilt redoubled it's efforts to make her feel like a total heartless bitch.

”Yeah... It's just me” Busying herself in the kitchen, Buffy moved to the fridge and it's meager contents with a touch of shame. There was almost nothing inside; from a lack of both funds and not needing to shop for anyone but herself. Thankfully Buffy preferred her coffee sweet and flavored, something she shared with Anya and she grabbed the half-full containers quickly so she wouldn't see how bad off the Slayer was. Buffy didn't know how to expand on everyone else being gone but truthfully, she didn't know what to say. Dawnie had abandoned her with no word the moment they set foot in the States. Spike had pulled some Grade-A asshole behavior with Faith reigniting the bad blood between the Slayers and putting a sour taste in her mouth regarding the vampire. Giles was somewhere on the East Coast trying to track down Slayers who needed to be taken in for some training desperately. And Xander... of all the people that disappeared, it was the loss of Xander that bothered her more than she could rightly explain. He was her rock, truthfully he was everyone's rock. Having him suddenly not be there was a loss that hurt deeper than the blonde could say.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she handed the cup to Anya and she thanked her. Apparently pouring a mug was autopilot, and she handed the sugar and creamer over without any fuss. ”You're welcome.” The words were said with a soft smile, appreciating the effort it took the tactless abrupt woman to offer the stupid human pleasantry. The questions were welcome, and after her guest was handled, Buffy prepped her own cup while answering bluntly. It was something about Anya she had grown to really like, because there were some days the effort of dancing around something was just too exhausting. ”It's not. Everything here has been barely active. It's been boring; maybe one errant new turn every few nights?” She paused for a moment, stirring in the sugar before flicking her eyes up to give her a slightly haunted look. ”We won; the spell worked and the girls woke up in time to fight before the city collapsed on itself when Spike sacrificed himself. He's back now, thanks to Wolfram & Hart. But we lost people.You were a damn hero. Saved Andrew's life. It's all Xander kept talking about was how His Girl was perfect.” She made sure her voice was gentle when she spoke of the man she knew the other woman loved, probably still loved.

”It's been three years Anya. Fuzziness is expected. At some point within the last, god few weeks I think, this place suddenly came back. Some people woke up here, some don't remember it being missing. It's like nothing changed. I flew back from Italy because I needed to know why but I can't figure it out. And I can't find anyone else.” She took a sip from the mug, leaning against the cabinets with a furrowed brow. ”But if you're here that means that everyone should be coming back soon. We'll figure it out and we'll put this place back into the sand where it belongs.”


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There was a sharp pain in her chest with Buffy’s words; she felt as if her lungs had suddenly filled with led and were weighing down on her stomach. It took another moment to realize what it all meant. Oh…. This feeling: she remembered it. Sadness. But, why was she sad? Anya then realized it was Buffy she was sad for. Although the Slayer tried her best not to show it, Anya could hear the melancholy in her voice. Everyone left her, leaving her here completely alone. That had to be lonely. But why? I mean, it sounded like something Giles would do, and maybe Faith and the other Slayers… But Willow and Xander? They always stuck by Buffy like an annoying Three Musketeers. And her sister left too? Even Spike That vampire had been trailing at her feet for the past year, Anya didn’t think he would ever detach himself from Buffy.

Sounds boring.” Anya agreed as she began mixing in her copious amounts of sugar and milk. Of course, times of peace in Sunnydale should be a thing everyone strived for, yet after years of doing the whole Slayer and patrol thing, Anya could only imagine it left you restless when suddenly there was no action in your life. After she had been first stripped of her demon powers, Anya had become incredibly bored with the human world. She wasn’t sure how humans lived in a world that was so unbelievably dull. And then she fell in with Buffy and her crew, and Anya began going on patrol and fighting evil and suddenly there was excitement in her life. Perhaps that’s all Buffy would have to do, just kill some vampires again.

As Buffy went on to fill her in on everything that had happened since Anya had allegedly ‘died’, the ex-demon’s facial expression reacted accordingly to each word. At first a wide grin in celebration of their victory and the fact that the spell they had all relied on had worked. Yet the smile quickly dropped into a frown of sadness and concern to hear that Spike had sacrificed his life for the cause. Despite all that had happened between them, she relatively liked Spike. Sort of. But then the hopeful and pleasantly surprised smile returned to hear that some wolf and sheep had brought the vampire back to life. Concern and sadness twisted her brow at the news of the casualties, but that was pushed away by a small, growing smile at the tale of her own bravery and heroicness, spreading wider upon hearing all the things Xander had to say about her. He did still care…. She had to tell him she was alive, that she was okay.

However, all of that dropped from her face when Buffy continued. She barely caught the rest of the words coming out of the Slayer’s mouth because all she could concentrate on was the ‘three years’ comment. “Hold up. Three years?” How was that possible? There was no way she could have been in that hospital for three yeas. Days maybe, possibly months, but years? No, that wasn’t right… And she had said the city collapsed… but was back again? What had happened to her if she was in the city? What if she really did die like everyone was saying, and then came back to life when Sunnydale had? “We have to find them Buffy.” Anya suddenly said with a newfound determination. “Particularly Xander.” Okay, she had waited sufficiently long enough to talk about Xander and it was becoming clear Buffy didn’t know where he was. “But the others as well.” If something weird was going on, they would need the entire Scooby gang. “What if they don’t come back? What if something is wrong with them? What if they don’t know Sunnydale is back and don’t know to come looking for us? What if they’re all dead?!”

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