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Inspired in part by this. It is in response to this
The worry crawls up her spine, making her shoulders stiff. It continues up her neck, her jaw squared and teeth clenched. Her hands are tight fists as it radiates through her arms. The sharp clicks of her heels on the sidewalk even reflect it. She walks because if she runs she might miss something and it’s very important right now that Buffy not miss anything. She knows something is wrong. She can feel it scratching at the pit of her stomach and raising the hair on the back of her neck. Her spidey sense is off the meter and Mac may want to give it forty eight hours but Buffy thinks three is more than enough. It’s not like Danny to not call and he was bringing home watermelon for her to eat before she went on patrol. She’s a couple of hours late for that.
There’s not a warning of thunder or lightening but it’s been cloudy and muggy all day so she’s not surprised but incredibly disgusted when the rain starts pouring down. She looks up, grumbling under her breath and shoves her wet hair out of her face. She doesn’t pick up the pace though and she doesn’t bother to try and hide from the rain. It’s a long walk to the market Danny was at and when she gets there, her heart leaps up in her throat.
His bike is sitting at the curb. The saddlebags are open and the groceries are haphazardly shoved inside. She rakes her hand back through her wet hair and pulls into a wet, messy knot at the back of her neck. A crease forms between her eyebrows as her spine goes straight. She crosses her arms over her body and couches down next to the bike. She looks down the sidewalk both ways and back at the bike There’s nothing that makes her spidey sense jump but the complete lack of nothing hollows her out. She takes her cellphone out and dials Spike’s number.
“Spike, I need you to do something for me. Danny’s been taken and I don’t know by who or what yet but I’m guessing someone figured a way to really piss me off. His bike is in front of the grocery store up here. I need you to come get it. Just take it back to Dawn’s and put it in the garage. Danny can pick it up when he’s back.”
It is her own way of reassuring herself Danny will be back and he’ll be fine.
“No problem, Pet. You got spare keys or you want me to hotwire it? I can come back and help out lookin’ for the boy.” Spike’s voice sounds tinny through the cellphone.
“Just hotwire it and I’m going to find someone’s ass to kick.” She hangs up the phone and shoves it in her pocket then turns on her heel. She turns her face up into the rain as she runs. There’s a demon bar not far from here and it’s the perfect place to start finding some answers.
The worry crawls up her spine, making her shoulders stiff. It continues up her neck, her jaw squared and teeth clenched. Her hands are tight fists as it radiates through her arms. The sharp clicks of her heels on the sidewalk even reflect it. She walks because if she runs she might miss something and it’s very important right now that Buffy not miss anything. She knows something is wrong. She can feel it scratching at the pit of her stomach and raising the hair on the back of her neck. Her spidey sense is off the meter and Mac may want to give it forty eight hours but Buffy thinks three is more than enough. It’s not like Danny to not call and he was bringing home watermelon for her to eat before she went on patrol. She’s a couple of hours late for that.
There’s not a warning of thunder or lightening but it’s been cloudy and muggy all day so she’s not surprised but incredibly disgusted when the rain starts pouring down. She looks up, grumbling under her breath and shoves her wet hair out of her face. She doesn’t pick up the pace though and she doesn’t bother to try and hide from the rain. It’s a long walk to the market Danny was at and when she gets there, her heart leaps up in her throat.
His bike is sitting at the curb. The saddlebags are open and the groceries are haphazardly shoved inside. She rakes her hand back through her wet hair and pulls into a wet, messy knot at the back of her neck. A crease forms between her eyebrows as her spine goes straight. She crosses her arms over her body and couches down next to the bike. She looks down the sidewalk both ways and back at the bike There’s nothing that makes her spidey sense jump but the complete lack of nothing hollows her out. She takes her cellphone out and dials Spike’s number.
“Spike, I need you to do something for me. Danny’s been taken and I don’t know by who or what yet but I’m guessing someone figured a way to really piss me off. His bike is in front of the grocery store up here. I need you to come get it. Just take it back to Dawn’s and put it in the garage. Danny can pick it up when he’s back.”
It is her own way of reassuring herself Danny will be back and he’ll be fine.
“No problem, Pet. You got spare keys or you want me to hotwire it? I can come back and help out lookin’ for the boy.” Spike’s voice sounds tinny through the cellphone.
“Just hotwire it and I’m going to find someone’s ass to kick.” She hangs up the phone and shoves it in her pocket then turns on her heel. She turns her face up into the rain as she runs. There’s a demon bar not far from here and it’s the perfect place to start finding some answers.
