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Title: There’s Always Something 56/100 TtH Prompt: #2 Death Summary: Daniel drives Buffy home. There’s Always Something Daniel kept sending Buffy furtive glances as she sat quietly in the passenger seat of his car. Since Buffy’s car was at her house, he had offered to give her a ride home. For someone who had just been granted their freedom from the infirmary, she wasn’t as joyful about it as he thought she would be. He had a feeling that her visitor was the cause behind her silence. “Your friend didn’t stay long,” he said finally. “Giles just wanted to see for himself that I was okay. He had business to attend to,” she said flatly, her gaze firmly fixed on the passing scenery. “It was nice that he came,” he offered “I guess.” “Landry said you requested several days off. Is there something wrong?” He could see Buffy tense her shoulders. “There’s always something wrong,” she said so softly that he had to strain to hear her. “Wanna talk about it?” “No sense in depressing you, too.” Daniel smiled slightly at her thinking of him even now while she was obviously hurting. “Pain shared is pain halved.” Buffy was silent for so long that he began to think that maybe now wasn’t the time to push her to talk. Just when he was going to comment on it, she spoke up. “I’m tired of death,” she said with a sigh. “What do you mean?” “As a slayer, my world is surrounded by death – patrolling cemeteries, killing vampires and demons, wondering when my own death is going to catch up with me. The first time I died at… that Goa’uld’s hands I nearly welcomed it – the end of it, no more worries. All the others after that meant nothing. I knew he’d just bring me back for another round of kick Buffy. By the time you guys rescued me I was numb to the thought of dying again.” Daniel mutely reached across the seat to grasp her hand in support. He winced slightly at how tightly she held on. “But now?” “There was an apocalypse in Cleveland. A sixteen year old slayer died while I was laid up,” she said bitterly. “It’s my fault. My fault that she was called. My fault that slayers are still dying.” “Its not your…” “Yes. It is,” she said, turning to look at him for the first time. “I’m the one who came up with the idea of activating all of the slayers. I’m the one who left them with no real choice. Now I have to go to Cleveland to see a sister slayer be placed in the ground knowing I’m responsible.” He knew she wasn’t ready to hear anyone absolving her of the belief that it was her fault. Hell, he might not be the one to help her do it, but he could be there for her in other ways. “Would you like some company?” Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
