Story Note: Goes very AU part way through BtVS 3.20 “The Prom”
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ANYA (Friday afternoon)
Xander strolled down Main Street and tried to take it all in. Somehow, he had assumed this whole place would have been sucked into Hell by now. But ten years after high school, and things looked pretty much the same. Xander counted the businesses he recognized: same, new name on same, same, new store.
“Whoa.” What had been a fashionable women’s boutique in high school was now a radio station. The sign at the top of the building read, ‘99.9 FM - KSUN Broadcast Studio’ and ‘Sunnydale’s Rock Station for the 80s, 90s, and Today’ was painted on the window. A small but high-quality speaker above the awning projected a familiar voice and Xander stopped in shock.
“Here’s one before I head out for the evening: ‘Love Bites’ off of Def Leppard’s chart-topping Hysteria album. A little known piece of trivia is that one of drummer Rick Allen’s jealous fans wished he would lose an arm, thinking he would be unable to continue his career. Ironically, this was one of the catalysts that helped the album go platinum twelve times over.”
Xander stared through the window for most of the song, peering at the woman within as she puttered about the studio. Finally, he walked into the studio and sat down in one of the guest chairs.
The woman in question looked up just as she started to speak into the microphone. “And this is Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins-Levinson, signing off,” she managed to say without squeaking. She hit the ‘auto play’ button and stared at Xander.
“Hi,” he said lamely.
Anya twisted her wedding ring nervously. “I’m happily married, you know.”
Xander smiled at her. “Congratulations.”
“I moved on, after you left.”
“I knew you would,” Xander said.
“You know, you can’t just walk in here after ten years and not expect some kind of dramatic reaction,” Anya sniffled. “Stupid female emotions.”
“I’m sorry. There were... It was just... I couldn’t go,” Xander finally managed.
“It was Cordelia, wasn’t it,” Anya asked quietly. When Xander gave no response, she added, “I did vengeance for a millennium, Xander. I know the signs.”
“Anya, please, I don’t want to talk about it—about her. I just saw you working, wanted to stop in and say hi.”
“It actually worked out for the best, you know. You standing me up for Prom. It’s where I met my husband, Jonathan.”
Xander nearly bit his lip to keep from laughing. “So, how’s that working out for you?”
“Very well, thank you. We’re happily married with two children and are doing well financially,” Anya said brightly. “Otherwise I’d have called down some serious vengeance on you.”
“Okay, then.” Xander stood. “On that note, I guess I’ll be leaving.”
“I’ll see you at the reunion,” Anya called to the closing door.
Xander sighed and hit speed dial on his phone. “What’s up, Joan?”
“The other organization is not happy with you, sir.”
“Look, tell the Tarakans that I handle normal jobs. I won’t touch the supernatural stuff, but I’ve got to earn a living, too.”
“I’m worried about your safety, sir.”
“Thanks,” Xander said. “You just keep your ear to the ground and let me know if you get any more information.”
“Okay. Good luck.”