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[Well I’ve been bound and gagged and I’ve been terrorized // And I’ve been castrated and I’ve been lobotomized // But never has my tormentor come in such a cunning disguise]

Co-written with stillacrime, whattingawhat and findmea_saint

It had taken several hours to figure out where he was but then again he had wanted to be found. Buffy walked into the monastery dressed for a fight, black leather pants, heeled boots and a black leather jacket. Her hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls. She looked over to Danny, taking in all the damage Angelus had done to him. Rage bubbled up inside of her and she choked it down because right now, uncontrollable rage wasn't going to do any good.

Danny looked to Buffy through the narrow slits of eyes. At this point he had lost a lot of blood. He was tired and he couldn't feel his hands and arms. Any movement made his entire body ache but he still shook his hands, pulling again on the chains. Everything Angelus had said he would do to and with Buffy was running through his mind. "No... no... go away..." He whispered. "Go away, baby please. Fuck." He looked up to the chains, the strain re-opening those cuts on his wrists so that fresh blood slid down the dried blood already on his arms.

"No way, Baby, we're gonna get you out of here and home. Your mom will have my head if we don't make to Christmas dinner and I might not be afraid of your dad but I am of your Mom," she told Danny. She looked over to Angelus, who was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face while he smoked a cigarette. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her weight back on one leg.

"You hurt my boyfriend."

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And ignite your bones [And I will try to fix you]

[How much is too much?]
related to the whole Angelus storyline

The apartment was still a wreck. Willow was busy cleaning up all the rose petals when Buffy and Danny walked in.

“Oh, hey,” she waved, her brow furrowing at the sight of Danny. “Oh…I guess I should have been faster with the whole popping Angel’s soul back in.”

“You were great, Will. He’s probably not even awake yet. I hit him really hard.”

“Well…payback is a b-i-t-c-h,” Willow spelled the curse word out.

Buffy helped Danny get into the bedroom and eased him onto the bed, her eyes went up to the wall where the words Angelus had written were still dark against the white wall. Buffy looked behind her at Willow.

“I know I sort of chewed you out for abusing you magic once but…” she canted her head toward the wall.

“Okay dokey. No problem,” Willow said, snapping her fingers. The wall washed to white and Buffy smiled tiredly at her.

“Thanks.”

Willow took a step toward the bed. “How are you Danny?”

“M’okay,” Danny said, the words tight with pain. “Just wanna get some sleep.”

Willow nodded sagely and then her face brightened up again. “Oh! I have something that might make that easier. Call it a Christmas present from me. You know in addition to the Christmas presents I’m giving you.”

Buffy smiled at Willow. “What do you need?”

“Got it all,” Willow said, pointing to a candle she had burning on Buffy’s nightstand. She walked over and crawled on the bed carefully in an attempt not to jostle Danny anymore. She patted the space beside her. “Come sit.”

Buffy complied, moving gingerly because of the broken ribs and other minor injuries. Willow held both her palms up. Buffy immediately put her hand in Willow’s. Danny looked a bit more skeptically to her.

“I’m going to take some of Buffy’s healing and strength and transfer it to you. That way, you’ll wake up tomorrow feeling and looking a lot better,” Willow explained. “It won’t hurt. Promise.”

Danny quirked an eyebrow at Buffy. It was almost a question in and of itself.

“I’ve got plenty to spare. The only downside is I’ll probably never get sympathy from you again because you know Slayer Healing really is crack,” Buffy smiled at him. In truth it meant she’d hurt a little while longer than usual but if he could feel better and put some of this behind him, she’d heal at a regular old human speed.

Danny put his hand in Willow’s and watched everything curiously. Willow closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Just relax,” she breathed out. It didn’t take long. Buffy could feel strength draining away from her. It passed through Willow and straight into Danny. He’d still scar and he’d still be a little sore in the morning but he’d be functional, bruising would be minimal and the burns littered across his body would be well on their way to healing. Maybe Christmas wouldn’t be a total wash after all.