Ain't no sunshine when she's gone [It ain't warm when she's away]

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[Rp for stillacrime This is involved in the Sam's Army storyline. The phone call happens ICly Wednesday night.]

Buffy kicked Angel out of the room, sent him patrolling then she changed into her pajamas, pulled her hair up into a ponytail and sat against the headboard of the bed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. She had already talked to Danny like six times that day but she hadn't really been able to talk to him for long. He'd been at work and she'd been either in layovers, running to a plane or trying to arrange her motel room. Now she had Angel out of the room and she could talk. Not that she wouldn't have talked with Angel in the room. She just would have thrown things at him every time he made an expression. He knew better than to talk. Things had been awkward with Angel at first but they'd kind of ironed things out and Angel had asked if she was happy and when she'd said yes, he'd accepted it. There was still that tension between her and Angel but that tension was always always going to be there. It was too much a part of Buffy and Angel to go away.

Buffy hated this whole being away from Danny thing. Once she got through this whole battle thing, she swore even if the world did decide to end, she was not leaving New York City for a nice long while. It could decide to end in NYC or one of the other slayers could take care of it. Of course this was a little bigger than one slayer. In fact she was a little bit worried about this battle. Not only was she going to end up killing possessed humans, but they could do nasty, nasty things to her. Angel had instructions to actually go to New York and talk to Danny if anything happened to her. Of course he had to tell everyone else, but everyone else would understand. They knew the deal. Danny would be taken completely by surprise and she hated that. So she was kinda hoping not to die or end up in a week long coma this time. It would be nice.

After staring at Danny's number for five minutes, Buffy finally pushed call. She listened to it ring and when he finally picked up, a real smile curved her lips.

"Hey, Boyfriend."

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Danny was putting the left over pizza he ordered into the fridge when his cellphone rang. He knew for a fact that this late, it had to be Buffy. No one else called him this late except work. (He really needed to learn to program certain ring tones into his phone for certain people.)

He picked up the phone, a grin lightly playing over his lips. "Hey Girlfriend. How you doin'? How's the class goin'?"

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Buffy needed to do that for him, the programming the ring tones. That way she could pick her ringtone. She was thinking something completely obnoxious like Sexy Back.

Immediately she felt bad at Danny's question. Lying to him sucked. Hard core but she had to keep it up whether she wanted to or not. At least for the moment. "It's okay. We haven't really done anything yet. Tomorrow is the big day and then I get to come home. How are you doing?"

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"Alright. Missin' you." Danny answered, picking up his beer and cigarettes and walking out to the balcony. "Apartment's kinda lonely."

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"Oh, Baby. I miss you so much," Buffy said, her voice getting softer. "I should have gotten a smoking room so I could go buy cigarettes and burn them. How'd your day go?"

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"Good. Caught that taxi cab killer that's been runnin' around the city. Actually, Mac and Don caught him. I just did the lab work." He sounded a little annoyed at being stuck in the lab, but not overtly so. "Anyway, bad guy is behind bars. So that's good."

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"Oh yay! That's awesome. We'll celebrate when I get home?" Buffy suggested. "Also you're pretty sexy doing the lab work. The whole genius thing is a turn on."

She knew he was irritated at being kept in the lab so she was trying to make it less of an irritation.

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"Sounds good." Danny grinned a grin that was audible in his voice as he slid down to sit on the concrete floor of the balcony. "Not so much a genius but I ain't stupid. Don't matter though cause I know you're in like with me anyway."

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It was really nice to hear the smile in Danny's voice. She turned so she could stretch out on the bed on her stomach. The smile reciprocated on her lips. "Completely in like with you but I still think you're a genius."

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"That's just cause I thought up the body shots the other night, yeah?" He smirked lightly and then lit up a cigarette.

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Danny smirked. "Yeah like the TV only I don't have stylists workin' on my hair and it takes longer than an hour to solve a crime."

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"I wish it only took an hour. You'd get to spend more time at home," Buffy groused, her pout apparent in her voice. After a moment she smiled again though, pout all gone. "Are you kidding? You have me to do your hair. So much better."

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"I like you messin' with my hair." Danny answered. "And are you pouting?"

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"How do you-" She started and cut herself off. "I love messing with your hair. I was pouting at you not spending more time at home. It was mostly just pouting as an expression of my not liking you gone more than anything. Not as manipulation."

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"What're you talkin' about, Summers? You don't manipulate me." Danny said amusedly. "But you got a helluva cute pout."

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"Well sometimes I try...like when I want Chinese for dinner instead of pizza. I'm pretty sure I could just ask though. It's more fun to pout," Buffy rambled. "Mostly because you think it's cute."

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"See? Since I'd give it to you anyway it's not manipulation." Danny reasoned.

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"I've gotta say, I like your train of thought here, Messer," Buffy smiled. "So what are you doing right now. I'm gonna guess sitting on the balcony on the concrete instead of in the big chair and smoking probably wearing a wife beater and a pair of sweats."

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Danny tilted his head back around a laugh. "You did. Can't take it back. Not into the doll thing though. Not when I got you. You're warm."

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"I swear I can control my mouth sometimes. I can really be good. I promise," Buffy told him, still red from what she'd said. "I'm glad. I'd hate to come home to find you cheating on me with a doll. Or you know anyone but I'm not expecting that 'cause you aren't that kind of guy. And really my ending line was supposed to be the cheating on me with a doll thing and it was supposed to be kind of funny but then I was afraid you'd think that I'd think you would cheat on me and I don't think you would. Ever."

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"Love your rambles." Danny said quietly. "God I wish you were here."

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His words made her physically ache and she sat up, curling into a little ball. She nabbed her pillow and hugged it to her chest. "Oh, Baby...I wish I was there too. So much. I will be Friday though. I'll be there and we can spend the night curled up on the couch and just hold each other."

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"My mom called..." He ducked his head, lighting up another cigarette. "Goin' to see my dad tomorrow night."

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"How are you with that?" Buffy asked. She knew seeing his dad was hard but she also knew he loved his family. "You'll have to call me afterwards. There's a thing...handing out certificates and awards and food and stuff but I still want you to call me afterwards. Leave me a voice mail if I don't answer and I'll call back."

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"Yeah... yeah I'll do that." After taking in a long drag, he continued. "I'm alright with it. My mommy needs me to play filter between her and my dad for an evening. So I'll go, have some good lasagna, and talk to him."

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And really, she thought it was freaking adorable the way he said my mommy. She wanted to hug him and pinch his cheeks. Or something equally cute. It made her grin really big but she didn't dare say anything about it because she didn't want to make him self conscious. "Okay. It'll be alright, yeah?"

Ever since he had told her about his dad hitting him when he was younger, she worried about that. Not that Danny couldn't take care of himself now but she still worried.