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It's not the way I'm meant to be
It's just the way the operation made me
There is something about a battle that she loves. Of course it’s the way her adrenaline pumps and her blood sings just like any thrill seeker does but it’s more than that. This is what Buffy was born for. It is instinct and breathing and something that goes even deeper than that. In some way, she is never more herself than she is when she’s fighting. In the middle of a fight, Buffy comes closer to feeling whole than she has since that vacation in Heaven.
A perky, possessed, brunette’s fist collided with Buffy’s cheekbone and her world felt like it exploded. The brunette packed a punch that sent Buffy to the ground but no one has ever been able to keep the girl down so she bounces back up like a rubber ball.
“Okay, you know maybe you got dumped last week but I have a boyfriend and I’m going to have to explain that bruise,” Buffy quips and she swings the scythe around in a graceful arch. It slices through the perky brunette’s neck like she’s made of mist and myth rather than flesh and bone. “Bitch,” Buffy mutters seconds before the head falls to the ground. She tries to shut off the part of her that recognizes the girl was just a girl before something black, oily and evil crawled inside of her. She only freezes for a moment, eyes fixed on the girl’s head but it’s just like a guy to take advantage of that moment. He charges her and the sharp of Angel’s sword grazes against her jeans when he shoves the sword between her and the demon in question. The demon ends up with a sword in his gut that Angel pulls up all the way to the guy’s chin. The body collapses and Angel looks back at Buffy. His eyebrows raise in question and she nods in answer.
“Thanks,” she says as she turns to another oncoming possessed man.
“No problem. I promised to keep you unscathed. That would have scathed,” Angel says as he turns the opposite way so that they are back to back. They’ve been fighting together so long that naturally fall into a rhythm. Time, tension and trips to Hell don’t even make a blip in that rhythm. The demons just keep coming and the wonder twins fall more than once. A hard kick to her ribs leaves Buffy gasping for air but she fares better than Angel who ends up with a knife embedded in between his shoulder blades when he intervenes in a scuffle that would have left Buffy with more bruises than she wanted to explain. The battle seems to last forever and the punches, kicks and slices all bleed together.
The battle ends abruptly and Buffy can’t watch Sam hold Dean’s body. Bile rises up in her throat and it’s not the blood or the killing that makes her throw up. It’s the idea that a few years ago if her scene had played out any differently, she could have been Sam. They leave even before Sam and Dean because the battle is clearly over. The bad guys are falling back, the good guys are wandering off and the weight of failure makes everyone’s shoulders droop. She feels like she should say something to Sam but she knows there is nothing at all to say.
Later in the motel room she sits in the shower until the water runs cold and her skin is bright red. By the time she pads out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of Danny’s sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts, Angel has already ordered room service for her. There’s a burger and fries sitting on the bed and he’s watching a hockey game and sipping from a mug that she knows isn’t filled with coffee. They don’t say anything to each other while they eat and Angel doesn’t ask if she’s okay. Right now she wants safe and normal so much that it hurts when she fishes her cell phone out of the nightstand drawer, Angel leaves the room. He can’t give her safe and normal, not even when she needs it the most, but he respects the person who can.
still_broodingOccupation
It's not the way I'm meant to be
It's just the way the operation made me
There is something about a battle that she loves. Of course it’s the way her adrenaline pumps and her blood sings just like any thrill seeker does but it’s more than that. This is what Buffy was born for. It is instinct and breathing and something that goes even deeper than that. In some way, she is never more herself than she is when she’s fighting. In the middle of a fight, Buffy comes closer to feeling whole than she has since that vacation in Heaven.
A perky, possessed, brunette’s fist collided with Buffy’s cheekbone and her world felt like it exploded. The brunette packed a punch that sent Buffy to the ground but no one has ever been able to keep the girl down so she bounces back up like a rubber ball.
“Okay, you know maybe you got dumped last week but I have a boyfriend and I’m going to have to explain that bruise,” Buffy quips and she swings the scythe around in a graceful arch. It slices through the perky brunette’s neck like she’s made of mist and myth rather than flesh and bone. “Bitch,” Buffy mutters seconds before the head falls to the ground. She tries to shut off the part of her that recognizes the girl was just a girl before something black, oily and evil crawled inside of her. She only freezes for a moment, eyes fixed on the girl’s head but it’s just like a guy to take advantage of that moment. He charges her and the sharp of Angel’s sword grazes against her jeans when he shoves the sword between her and the demon in question. The demon ends up with a sword in his gut that Angel pulls up all the way to the guy’s chin. The body collapses and Angel looks back at Buffy. His eyebrows raise in question and she nods in answer.
“Thanks,” she says as she turns to another oncoming possessed man.
“No problem. I promised to keep you unscathed. That would have scathed,” Angel says as he turns the opposite way so that they are back to back. They’ve been fighting together so long that naturally fall into a rhythm. Time, tension and trips to Hell don’t even make a blip in that rhythm. The demons just keep coming and the wonder twins fall more than once. A hard kick to her ribs leaves Buffy gasping for air but she fares better than Angel who ends up with a knife embedded in between his shoulder blades when he intervenes in a scuffle that would have left Buffy with more bruises than she wanted to explain. The battle seems to last forever and the punches, kicks and slices all bleed together.
The battle ends abruptly and Buffy can’t watch Sam hold Dean’s body. Bile rises up in her throat and it’s not the blood or the killing that makes her throw up. It’s the idea that a few years ago if her scene had played out any differently, she could have been Sam. They leave even before Sam and Dean because the battle is clearly over. The bad guys are falling back, the good guys are wandering off and the weight of failure makes everyone’s shoulders droop. She feels like she should say something to Sam but she knows there is nothing at all to say.
Later in the motel room she sits in the shower until the water runs cold and her skin is bright red. By the time she pads out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of Danny’s sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts, Angel has already ordered room service for her. There’s a burger and fries sitting on the bed and he’s watching a hockey game and sipping from a mug that she knows isn’t filled with coffee. They don’t say anything to each other while they eat and Angel doesn’t ask if she’s okay. Right now she wants safe and normal so much that it hurts when she fishes her cell phone out of the nightstand drawer, Angel leaves the room. He can’t give her safe and normal, not even when she needs it the most, but he respects the person who can.
