One Last Shot
by Whedonist
Chapter 2
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A/N: See above.
Chapter 2
Stupid taxi's. It's a well known and on going joke in New York. You can never get a taxi when you need one and then when you do you have to haggle with the driver to get 6 blocks from where you need to be. It's damn stupid. So I get up this morning with plenty of time to shower, grab some coffee and find the non-existent taxi that needs to take me to the airport. But and I mean but my time table was based on finding a cab in under 10 minutes. It took me 15 just to flag one down. It has to be the most annoying thing in the world to stand with your arm in the air like your waiting on the teacher to call on you only to find that they saw you, but are ignoring you because they can. *growl* So here I am 20 minutes late getting to the airport. Hopefully Willow will be late getting off the plane. Oh, she's waiting outside the baggage claim.
Text messages. These you have to love. I was never one to get into computers so I missed the IMing craze, but this text message stuff is pretty damn nifty. Ok so Willow's here in New York waiting on me. I'm nauseous. I've got butterflies and everything in my body is telling me to high tale it out of here and say that I just got called in. No bad brain, can't do that to Wills. We'll get through this. She'll go away and I'll continue my pining and loneliness and burying myself in my work. I'm good at that. I can stick my head in the sand of the dead and indigent and ignore everything else. James calls it focus. It's a nice word for the actual terminology of avoidie.
Here we are. JFK. Let's go Buffy. Let's go meet Willow. Your oldest friend. Move. Stupid legs. They actually moved. Here goes nothing.
Stepping out into the brisk spring air, Buffy pulled at her jacket. Scanning the area, she felt Willow ahead to her right. Plastering a smile to her face she made her way to the witch.
Ok so you would think that with all of the technology they have that someone somewhere would invent a better, more efficient way to claim one's baggage at the airport. I hate, and I mean hate, those stupid rotating tracks. They go to fast and people are way too pushy when they are trying to get their junk. Some old lady nearly beaned me in my head with her purse as I stepped up to grab my luggage. I only brought two medium sized suitcases. Jeez.
Messaged Buffy let her know where I was. She's late, which was to be expected. Something's never change. Buffy's punctuality is definitely one of them. I remember Dawnie saying that Buffy would be late to her own funeral. Which under the circumstances is quite funny and true. I hope she put in for some vacation time. I want to be able to hang out and not see dead bodies. As a general rule I don't like dead bodies, they smell and it's freak worthy if they start to move which I've seen. * sigh * I've been standing at the doors for five minutes. I should probably move. You know go meet Buffy at the entrance. I'm not sure if this was the best idea. I could call her and tell her that Xander called me and needed me Cleveland for something. Nope, can't do that, bad Willow. Get a move on. It's going to be okay. If you haven't guessed I'm trying to convince myself more than I'm trying to convince you, but it's not to say that you don't need to be convinced. Okay...here goes nothing.
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Willow grabbed the cart that held her luggage and moved towards the doors. She stepped out into the tepid spring morning and saw Buffy coming to her from the left.
Wow. Let me just say double wow! She looks better than I remember her looking. Her red mane is just that a mane. It's down to the middle of her back now. She looks stunning. Damnit. Why can't she look homely, why does she have to be standing there with that Willow like grin and the body that I could study for hours? Damn it!
Moving up to the redhead, Buffy extended her arms to hug the taller girl. Willow embraced her as they stepped into each other's pace.
Shit and let me add poop. She looks amazing. Her hair is a good shade of blonde for her complexion and she still hasn't lost her California girl tan. She's Buffy. This is going to be hard. Look she's smiling that good. Smile face smile now.
Hmm...Buffy scent. I will never forget what she smells like. Lavender, sandalwood, and her unique odor. Gods, I've missed that smell. Buffy body pressed into mine. Don't move just enjoy.
Both realizing that they were hanging onto each other stepped back and cleared their throat.
"Buff. Goddess it's good to see you."
"I've missed you to Wills. I say we leave. I hate the airport."
Nodding, Willow grabbed her cart and followed Buffy to the taxi.