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Mentions of near Super!Buffyness. Slice of life and all the inane things we face in life. Slightly skewed timeline in Anita-verse - if events and people don't match up, make a note and comment. All questions, comments and concerns can be addressed in the review section.
Anne had initially thought the shelter she was taken to was exclusively for women, but more often than not, she also saw children milling about. They played games with their peers, a games like hide and seek, and she couldn't help the tiniest bit of joy at actually remembering that. Go Anne
, she cheered, as she gave herself a mental pat on the head.
The cheer quickly gave way to a grimace, as their laughter could be heard reverberating throughout the entire complex - literally. And it didn't even surprise her. It was just another freaky little thing to add to her already long list.
Not only did was somehow She-Hulk - but what exactly was a Hulk anyway? The word had just popped into her head, and it seemed
to fit, so she just shook her head and went with it - her other senses were heightened as well. In this particularly case, hearing.
She sighed. Despite the jarring experience, she continued watching. Children, she had noticed, seemed to put her at ease like nothing else could. There seemed to be a part of her, somewhere deep inside that was totally at ease in their presence. Maybe it was because she watched them so much, but she began to notice things.
She noticed how they put on masks for their mothers, smiling, laughing but when they thought no one would noticed, they let it all fall.
But she did.
She noticed the smile die. Noticed it disappear until nothing was left. They were blank. Broken. And when they noticed her stare, that smile was firmly back in place, seeming for all the world that it was never gone in the first place. And somehow, even though she didn't know why,
, she understood.
She never asked, never interfered and in those moments, an understanding passed between woman and child.
That night she cried, for what seemed like the first time in forever.
To Be Continued
: If you haven't noticed already, And She Was Gone
will be slow paced. Buffy, or rather Anne now, will take things day by day and as such, my writing will reflect this. I apologize if this is not to your taste. Happy Holidays.