Somehow it had been decided between Jenny and Willow that the patrol that night would involve neither of them as there was ‘computer stuff’ to take care of, so as such Xander and Buffy found themselves patrolling the park. This suited both of them just fine, though, and the night had been relatively quiet.
During the night, the pair had chatted… well, alright, not ‘chatted’ so much as they had made quiet revelations about one another, the changes in them since Halloween not withstanding, and Buffy found herself doing something quite physical but very sub-conscious – she’d been holding Xander’s hand. Now, this in and of itself wasn’t too worrying, given that their relationship as friends had often lead to her in some sort of physical contact with him, generally with her under an arm and Willow under the other, but now things were different. She could determine other things now, just by touch and by sight, and… well, obviously, this Xander was different.
That wasn’t to say that she herself hadn’t changed, though. She had stripped the blonde out of her hair the morning after the spell was cast and hadn’t even looked at the coloring since, going for a more natural look that, from what she could tell from the boys in school, was attracting more interest than the blonde had. This made her smirk a little, but their body postures had given away what they were all thinking, so she stuck with good, reliable Xander… which was a good thing as she looked at the scene in front of her.
Angel. A woman. Alone in the park and the woman was most definitely not unfamiliar with him, given the way that she was looking, touching and acting around him. There was a familiarity between them, one that transcended that of family yet didn’t quite make it all the way to lovers, like it was stuck in between. This… disturbed her. It made her angry.
Xander’s arm slipped around her shoulders and tightened in a grip as she gave forth a little growl at the scene, an act which brought up conflicting feelings in her. Part of her wanted to take his arm off at the shoulder, stalk over to the woman and beat her to death with said arm, but another part was sure Xander would take issue with the removal of his body parts and wanted to turn into his chest and cry. Was Angel betraying her? Did she even LIKE Angel that way anymore?
“Let’s go, Buffy.”
She looked up at him, a questioning eyebrow arched above a tear-glistened eye.
“I don’t like him but this is probably something we should not be involved in. Yet. If he comes to you and tells you, we can deal.”
“And… if not?”
His answering grin was glacial as they turned away from the scene, “Then I’ll give you first shot.”
Buffy simply smiled at him as they turned and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
AN: Yes, it lives, though now mostly in little bits and pieces. Given the crap that’s been going on in my RL, this is the best I can do for now. Reviews, please.