Love and everything that goes with it
by Bwriter
part seventeen
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Part seventeen
Faith was sitting in front of the fireplace, staring into nothing when she saw something move from the corner of her eye.
Spinning, she saw Buffy.
"B?"
Buffy nodded at Faith, but the Slayer wasn't who Buffy wanted right now.
"Where's Will?"
Faith stood up in shock, noticing that Lou, Giles, Spike, Xander, Cordy and Oz, all had similar looks on their faces.
They had thought the Vampire was dead, Angel had even told them he felt her die.
"Your alive? How?"
Buffy's eyes widened at that. If they were asking, it meant they thought she was dead.
Finding Willow suddenly became more important.
Closing her eyes, Buffy concentrated on her Mate and ignored the others.
She was in the mansion, Buffy could feel her.
Not stopping to answer their questions, Buffy ran to where she knew Willow was.
Her bedroom.
Opening the door to her room, she saw Angel sit up on her bed, and Willow standing by the window.
For once, Buffy completely ignored her Sire.
"Willow." She was the only one who was able to say Willow's name like that, soft, almost reverently.
She watched as Willow turned, watched as her eyes widened and watched as her Mate fainted.
Cursing, Buffy shuffled her aching body over to Willow.
Dropping to the floor, Buffy cradled Willow's head in her lap, making a soothing purr to reassure her Mate.
Buffy felt two strong arms circle her and she looked into the tearful eyes of her Sire.
"Buffy?"
Buffy managed a small smile, before her eyes went back to Willow's face, looking for signs that her lover was waking.
Willow's eyes fluttered. As they opened, she saw a sight that made her gasp.
Buffy was above her, looking worried. But alive... well as much as a vamp could be.
Not saying anything, Willow threw her arms up and pulled Buffy's head down, bruising her own lips through the force of her kiss.
Angel stood, and with one last look at his Childe, he left her alone with her Mate.
Willow started crying sometime during the kiss and Buffy pulled back.
Wiping at her lovers tears, Buffy asked if she was okay.
"Happy tears."
Willow trembled as she reached for Buffy again before she stopped.
"Where were you? We thought you were dead."
She had guessed as much.
"The sun was rising and we were running for cover when Spike tripped. I went back and pushed him on, but I knew I wouldn't make it. I looked around for shelter but couldn't see any. I thought that was it. Then I looked down. There was a grate. I figured that it would be a sewer entrance and I could make my way back to the mansion, but it turned out to be an old bomb shelter, from the décor, I'm guessing it was built in the fifties during the Cold War."
Willow hadn't known there was a bomb shelter in Sunnydale, other than the one Ford used that time to trick Faith.
"Why didn't you come here?"
Buffy gave her a funny look.
"It was kind of sunny out and I couldn't break through the brick. If those places are bomb proof, they are Buffy proof too."
Willow rolled her eyes, thanking god that she had Buffy back.
"First thing tomorrow, I'm getting you a cell phone."
Buffy smiled and hugged Willow to her.
"I wouldn't know how to use one. No point anyway. I'm not going to let you get that far away from now on."
For once in her life, demon and soul were in perfect harmony. They both wanted the same thing.
Willow.
Only trouble was, her body was in no state to act on that want, that need just yet.
Later, when she had healed.
When Buffy went to stand, Willow gripped her tighter, not wanting to let go yet.
Tightening her grip around Willow, Buffy sat there on the floor, the redhead in her lap, and closed her eyes, never remembering ever felling so alive.
"Angel felt you die."
It came out of the blue, and Buffy's eyes widened.
"He felt me die?" It wasn't possible. She hadn't died. Sure, she had passed out during the day, but she never died.
"That's what he said." Willow nuzzled her face into Buffy's neck, consoling herself that her lover was alive.
"He didn't feel me die, but he could have felt a Childe die."
Lifting her head, Willow's eyes met Buffy's.
Standing as one, they left the room to find Angel.
"Sire?"
Angel's head snapped up before he jumped up and approached Buffy and Willow.
"Buffy."
Willow wouldn't let Buffy go to embrace her Sire, and Angel noticed.
Closing the distance between them, he threw his arms around them both.
"I thought you were dead. I felt you die."
Buffy pulled back, hating what she was about to say.
"Sire, you felt a Childe die."
As soon as the words hit Angel, he froze.
Its wasn't Spike, and it wasn't Buffy. That only left Penn and...
"Dru! Its not Dru... I would know. She's my Mate. I would know." Spike was quite adamant on that.
"Then that leaves Penn." Angel wasn't sure how he felt about that. But Penn was evil, and Buffy was alive.
"So... how did you beat the sun?"
Buffy groaned.
"Later. I'm hungry." Turning, Buffy headed into the kitchen, Willow on her heels.
She was too hungry and drained to worry about what Willow might think of her.
Vamping, she ripped into a bag of blood and drained it empty before taking another one and heating it up in the microwave.
Willow handed her a cup and together, they headed back into the main room for Buffy to retell her tale of beating the sun.
A few hours later, Willow woke up to Faith shaking her.
She had fallen asleep at the mansion, wrapped around Buffy, who was still sleeping.
"What?"
"Your dads on my cell."
Willow fell back to the bed with a thud, waking Buffy who shot out of bed growling.
Faith jumped back, knowing that if Buffy was anything like Angel, she would hit first and ask questions later.
Willow tugged on Buffy's arm to get her back into bed while she told Faith to tell her dad she would talk to him later on.
Buffy pulled Willow back into her arms as Faith left the room. She was soon in a dead sleep, leaving Willow to wonder what her dad had wanted, and how he got Faith's cell phone number.
Tbc...
A/N - for those who were expecting a better explanation for Buffy, sorry but I have other things planned