Have you heard [That I'm all about savin' your world]

[whattingawhat]

f you find your world is cavin' in
You can bet your gonna need a friend
Someone to take those fears away

Say the word
Make a call and I'll be there
Anytime, anywhere
Have you heard
That I'm all about savin' your world
All you have to do is say the word

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Buffy was out half heartedly apartment shopping. She had a meeting with a realtor to look at an apartment on the Upper East Side just around the corner from Danny’s place. She’d taken one step inside and wanted to walk out. It was tiny and coffin like and she was pretty sure there were elevators bigger than that apartment. She’d stuck around and politely let the realtor show her around the postage stamp place. After she’d opened every window in the apartment and found that the one in the kitchen didn’t open. She’d only made it about twenty minutes before she had to flee, promising the realtor she’d call her.

She nearly dropped her frappachino when she saw the headline on the paper.

’Messer linked in Queens homicide case’

She did choke on it, coughing and sputtering as she grabbed up the newspaper. Her eyes skimmed the article and the picture on front made it clear that it obviously wasn’t Danny. She hadn’t met his family but she was willing to bet they were the Messers involved. Danny had to be freaking the hell out because she kinda was and it wasn’t even her Messer on the front paper.

“Hey Lady! This ain’t a library!” the paper clerk yelled at her. He shut up when she shot him a look that had been known to send vampires running. She scooped up all the papers with the headline that the clerk had, paid for them with her credit card. She clutched them against her chest and left her frappachino with the clerk. She fished her cell phone out of her pocket and started to the next paper stand.

“Hey, Boyfriend. It’s me. How can I help?”

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[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

Danny pulled his cell out of his pocket and saw Buffy's number on the ID. He excused himself from the lab and answered the phone as he walked down the hallways towards the stairwell again. "Summers. Guess you saw it?" His voice was tight and strained.

For a moment, he wondered if he was about to lose her too. It would top his day off... really.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

There wasn't really any point in denying it. Besides, she'd called to help. She couldn't do that if he didn't know what she was calling to help about. "Yeah. The paper guy yelled at me but I think I made his day when I bought all the papers with that headline and I gave him my frappachino. I'm thinking about going back later after he's drank it all and telling him I have herpes. How are you holding up?"

[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

"Not too good, Summers. Not too good. Had better days." He continued to walk through the hallways, head bowed. "You bought the papers?" He wasn't sure that that made sense to him right now.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

"Well...yeah," Buffy said, thinking maybe she shouldn't have now. "I'm going to dump them in the garbage and go buy the rest. Or at least as many as I can find."

Which brought her to a dumpster. She dumped off her load of papers and started to the next stand. "So when you get home we'll take a ride on the bike or if you'd rather stay in, we'll take a bath, order in pizza and watch something you want to watch this time."

[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

He got to the stairwell and walked out onto the landing. She was buying the newspapers to throw them away. And his heart felt like it skipped a beat with that knowledge. He might have just fallen a little bit more in like with her just then.

"Just... just hopin' they don't put me on suspension. I... I don't know. My dad called. Don't know what I wanna do." He was rambling. Thoughts sporadic and disjointed.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Buffy was in the process of gathering up more papers while she listened to him. "Hey, you don't have to decide now. Just when you get home I'll be there and we can do whatever you need to do. How's your dad doing?"

[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

"Tellin' everybody he doesn't know anything." Said so that she knew that it wasn't true. "Just tryin' to make it through the day. You know?"

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

"Right," Buffy nodded, getting the whole point about it wasn't true. "You've only got a few hours and then you'll get to come home. We'll handle it. Is there anything you need? I can pick it up or do it for you while I'm out running around.Do you need to go see your family or this one of those times you have to stay away?"

[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

"It's better if I stay away." Danny answered, somewhat dejectedly. He hated that aspect. That it was better for him not to go see them right now. "Gotta steer clear, you know?"

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

"I sorta figured," Buffy admitted. "I just didn't know for sure. Hold on a sec."

She balanced the phone between her neck and her shoulder. "Yeah I want all of them...Do I look like I'm joking?"

After a few moments she was back on the phone, a new bundle of papers in her arms. "So what happens now? We just kind of hang in there until it blows over?"

Which of course, if his uncle were convicted could be a really long time. She didn't figure he would be though. I mean none of Tony Soprano's relatives ever got sent to jail, right? A lackey always got set up, or something.

[stillacrime.livejournal.com]

"Right now I see if I get to keep my job, yeah?" Danny answered. "In a day or so if the media calms a little... gonna go see the family. Just gotta play it by ear."

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Honestly, Buffy wasn't sure what to say to any of this. It was sort of out of her element. She knew how much Danny's job meant to him and how much he struggled with his own morality to keep it but gallows humor was really the only thing she could come up with so that's what she went with.

"Ooo but think of the possibilities. If you don't, I bet you look hot in a pinstripe suit and fedora. I'll wear one of those short flapper dresses, red lipstick and call you 'Godfather'. It'll be an exciting new phase of our lives," she quipped, obviously joking as she dumped another load of papers into a dumpster. "Don't worry, Britney will flash her underwear at the press or have a breakdown. She's long over due and if we're lucky, she'll do it while visiting New York."