onepassingnight | second stake.

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second stake.

[Buffy is sitting on an unweildy tower, looking out over the edge. This is where she died, and where Dawn almost had. It's a cloudy day and she wishes the rain would just fall and get it over with instead of taunting her with its heavy cumulus. She knows, logically, she could probably make the Sun come out, or even make the rain come, if it was what she wanted-- but she's sick of being in control. She wants the world back with its unpredictable and even sometimes cruel ways. She wants the real Earth beneath her and the real sky over her and all the messed up stuff in between. She wants to feel love and hate and trust and hurt. She wants her life back.

But she doesn't, all the same. Spike, her mom's death, Dawn.... So many things held a giant question mark, and things were good here. Great, even. She could be with Angel without fear, and she had made friends she could visit whenever she wanted. The only question she had left at the end of her long think-y process was simply, Was it more selfish to stay, or to go?]

Just go away. Get your own tower of feel-bad. [she murmurs when you approach, curling around herself.]

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[Sam stands behind her with his hands in his pockets. He's definitely not complaining about the lack of light suits this time around. He glances down at Buffy but he tries to mostly pay attention to other things. Not gawking and staring would be good. Not being accused of it would be even better. When she speaks, Sam just shakes his head as he leans back against a stable enough looking part of the tower]

I can't really do that.

[That hadn't been the voice she expected, and she whirled around to confirm.]

You can't? There are no towers in your computer world.. thingy?

[Sam waits for her to turn before he shakes his head and shrugs very nonchalantly]

Plenty of towers. Tron City's not really much other than tall buildings. But you see, you invade the Grid, so I invade your tower. Tit for tat.

[She deflates, glancing to the spot next to her that he could potentially fill....]

I guess that's fair.

[He pushes himself away from his leaning spot and walks over to take a seat next to Buffy. There's plenty of space between them, though. He invaded her tower already, so there's no need of invading her personal space too]

Well, misery loves company, right?

It also enjoys long walks on the beach. [She avoids looking at him for now in case her eyes are still puffy from crying.]

I could keep going with that, but I don't really want it to get too far into 'dating service ad'. [Sam occasionally glances at her but he mostly stays focused on the heavy clouds]

Probably safer if you don't. [She agrees. Safer for .. all involved.]

This tower sucks. [It wavers again and she buries her head in her knees.]

Yeah, it does. But I guess it serves it's purpose. If the purpose is to accentuate the mood, that is. [No more glancing. Sam turns to look at Buffy. The clouds aren't interesting anymore. She's interesting]

Sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into my miserable tower life.

Don't worry about it. I kinda like it up here. The company's not bad, either.

[Okay, Sam, you got her to smile. You deserve a medal.]

No, it's not bad at all.

[And he wasn't even trying!]

We agree then. [He thinks about asking her what's wrong but prying isn't really his thing] Might just be my opinion, but I think we really have to stop meeting like this.

Ah-hm. And in your opinion how would we be better in meeting?

I don't know, but crumbling towers and a derezzed Grid? There's gotta be some better way for us to meet.

You're right. [Buffy looks sad again, though she's still better for the company.] But maybe it's all we know. Death. Destruction. It tends to be a theme with me.

[Sam reaches toward Buffy, hesitates and then slides a little closer, putting his hand on her shoulder] Maybe you're right. Death. Destruction. ...being alone. [He lets his hand slip from her shoulder]

[She looks up into his face, expression more neutrally sad now.]

I'm not right. I mean, at least we have each other in our aloneness. Kind of defeats the purpose, don't you think? [Buffy brushes some hair out of her eye, still looking up and him and offering a lame smile.]

Alone together, huh? [It's just too bad that he has to be asleep for that] I think I like that.

[She bites her smile against a completely inappropriate grin, unconsciously leaning toward him just a little.]

I don't hate it either.

I guess misery really does love company. [He puts his hand on her shoulder again, though he's not really sure where to go from there, or if he should go anywhere from there]

So, should we sit and enjoy each other's company in silence, or do you wanna talk?

I guess we could do the silence thing, though that would be a lot like doing the alone thing.. well, alone.

[She looks back over at him, as if she's done speaking, and then she realizes... she just said she wanted to talk.] Oh. I guess that means I should get with the talky, huh?

[She sure did say that!] That's usually what it means when someone decides they don't want to sit in silence.

Right. [flushes ever so slightly, looking away from him and back over the edge of the tower.]

This is where I did the dying thing.

I... oh. [Sam leans out over the edge of the tower a little, to look down. He's just sort of taking the time to, well, waste time] Wow. This is where it happened...

so what if this is super late! dealwithit.gif

/dealtwith.jpg B)

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