Title: Come To Play
Author: Starla
Email: starla@buffymail.com
Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Gorlock, Alana, Adrian Townsend, and anyone else you don't recognize.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.
Author's Notes: It *will* be B/A I promise. I realise this part is a little depressing. Sorry. Season 4 did happen, Fish Boy did date Buffy, Angel went to LA, etc.
Spoilers: I dunno. Anything is possible, be warned.
Summary: 150 years after the Scooby Gang die, they return to Earth to help out the current Slayer and her Slayerettes.

Part 12


Buffy wiped furiously at her eyes as she walked through the cemetery, biting her lip.

It had hurt so badly to see Angel so cozy with Alana so soon after they had made love.

It felt like she was dying.

Hadn't it meant anything to him??

She knew it had.She knew he still loved her...just maybe not enough.

She took a deep, hitching breath, attempting to calm herself.

If Angel wanted Alana....let him have her. She hoped they were very happy.

She let out a high pitched laugh that sounded foreign to her own ears. She sounded bitter, and a little hysterical. She made a face, but couldn't stop laughing, even when she felt the presence behind her.

"Wow, B." Faith said casually, raising an eyebrow and leaning against a tree. "You've gone insane."

Buffy held a hand to her stomach, finally calming herself.

"Pot, Kettle." She replied, her lips twitching.

Faith snorted. "I'm very much sane, thank you." She circled Buffy. "In that I'm not standing in the middle of a graveyard laughing like a hyena on acid."

"Yeah, well, excuse me if for once I just wanna let go." Buffy muttered angrily. "What do you care. anyway?"

"Really, B. I'm concerned." Faith said in mock sympathy.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Just leave me alone, Faith."

"What happened, B? Angel and Alana get a little groiny?"

Buffy glared at her. "No."

"But it is to do with Alana, though. Don't lie to me, B." She smiled coldly. "It's gotta be torture for you, huh? Seeing him with her...seeing him touch her....seeing her touch him..." Faith whispered breathily.

Buffy set her mouth in an emotionless line. "No."

"No what?" Faith repeated. "Like I'm gonna believe that you're perfectly fine with this. You've got a nasty jealous streak, B. You nearly killed me after I touched your man."

Buffy shook her head. "Slightly different circumstances, Faith." She sighed. "You're not gonna go away 'til I admit it are you? And you aren't going to attack me...."

Faith shrugged. "Well, you never know. If you sound whiny enough I might just have to throw a punch."

"Fine." Buffy said angrily. "It feels like I'm drowning again, ok? I can't breathe. I'm being torn apart from the inside out, and there ain't nothing I can do about it." She was yelling now, her arms thrown out wide.

Faith studied her. "Sure there is. Go back and claim what's yours." She smiled wickedly. "Want, take, have, B. Want, take, have."

She turned and stalked into the shadows, leaving Buffy standing alone.

"I already did." She whispered. "It didn't work."

Alana watched Angel as he stared at the doorway forlornly.

She knew what he was struggling with. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her.

He was trying to work out a nice way to break up with her.

She closed her eyes, knowing that he cared for her.

But he loved Buffy, it was clear.

She took a deep breath, knowing that what she was about to do would possibly be one of the hardest things, like, ever.

If you love somebody, set them free;

"Angel, I think we should talk." She said determinedly.




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