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[05 Mar 2006|09:49pm]

I never wanted to be in this apartment again.

Yet hear I was, poking around in the belongings of the man I had killed a short time ago, with Mulder, who I had been trying to keep away from his sister, and Cooper, who made me nervous for some unknown reason. Perhaps it was just that, of all the people on this case, he was the one person I had not been briefed on by my ‘employer’, or maybe it was that he reminded me too much of a lawyer.

I know I didn’t miss anything when I was here last and yet… watching the two agents search every nook and cranny gave me a slight feeling of anxiety, though of course I knew it didn’t show on the outside. I’ve worked a long time to make sure that people don’t know what I don’t want them to know.

Sighing deeply I began searching through the few letters on the desk, they all looked like junk.

I really need to get out of here…

((Open to Mulder and Lindsey.))
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[18 Feb 2006|06:03pm]

I'd left Mulder with Agent Cooper. I felt a little bad about it, but they seemed to have a few things in common, so they'd find something to do, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I didn't need Mulder underfoot when I went and did what I had to do. Earlier, his high emotions had complicated things, and as much as it's not like him to muck up a case like this, under the situations, I could understand. He never saw clear when it came to his sister.

So, when I went to talk some sense into the girl's friends, I went on my own. They'd see reason if they really were as concerned as they seemed to be. The reaction they'd had to the whole chain of events wasn't normal, though, and that concerned me most of all. They'd seemed content to lock her away upstairs rather than seeking the proper medical attention she so obviously needed, and when the subject came up, they got distracting. I wonder if they honestly believed they could do magic or were trying to pull the wool over our eyes.

Mulder may be somewhat easily led from time to time, but I can't believe he could have bought that bullshit. It's like the whole world had gone crazy. You'd think I'd be used to the feeling by now. The main feature was that crazy or not, these girls had something to hide, and I needed to get the bottom of it before Agents Reyes, Harlow, and Cooper found out about it. Letting out a long breath, I walked up the front steps to Buffy Summers' house and rung the doorbell.
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[17 Feb 2006|07:43pm]

After a lot of arguing and reassurances that Sam would be fine and safe, I finally got the agents to leave. I left Sam tucked into Buffy's old bed, trying to ignore the irony. Spike would be taking her to his lair in the morning. He kept saying he should take her now, under the cover of night, but I felt uncomfortable with that idea. Suddenly the loyal lap dog, Spike refused to leave Sam's side all night. He ended up sleeping in a chair next to Buffy's bed.

Tara, Dawn and I sat down with Cordelia in the dining room and talked. Apparently, she was on the recieving end of some visions that warned her when people where in trouble. She'd gotten one of these visions that seemed to be about Sam. This confirmed my strange feelings about something or someone coming after her. Cordy went on for an hour about all her adventures with Angel until I shut her up by saying Dawn needed sleep. We made up a bed for Cordy on the couch. Climbing into bed with Tara, I tried to relax, but I couldn't. The feelings of protectiveness towards Sam were growing and I felt inadequate. I'd let two strange FBI agents poke and prod at her, for pete's sake. What was I thinking? I vowed to make no more mistakes and I finally drifted off to sleep as Tara rubbed my back in comforting, gentle circles with one hand.

We were up early the next morning, getting Dawn off to school. I spent half an hour coaxing Sam out of bed and into the shower. She refused to eat anything. I combed out her wet, tangled hair while Tara brought her some old clothes of Dawn's. They probably weren't the kind of clothes Sam would pick out for herself, but she didn't seem to be too concerned.

Spike spent the morning stalking around the house, closing blinds and muttering to himself. Cordelia grumbled and refused to get up and help us, so we left her on the couch. Finally, we were ready to go. I pulled out a huge black cloak that seemed to be part of an old Halloween costume for Spike to wear. He complained about it smelling like moth balls. I packed some extra clothes for Sam in one of my old school bags and had her carry it. Tara, Spike, Sam and I looked perfectly normal, walking down the sidewalk... like two sisters, taking their younger sister to school with their.. black-cloaked big brother. Yes. Perfectly normal. Except we weren't headed for school, we were headed towards the cemetary.

We arrived at Spike's... um.. cave-thing with no problems. Sam immediately shrugged off the bag and curled up on Spike's bed like she belonged there.

"Right, well.. Tara and I will just be going.. Cordy is probably finally awake by now. Spike, don't do anything stupid okay? We'll be back later tonight after work to check on you. Don't let anyone in here. And don't let Sam out of your sight. And.. try to feed her something since she didn't eat breakfast. And.. okay I think that's it," I said, not wanting to leave Sam here in this hole with a vampire of all things.

(Open to anyone at Spike's place.)
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[27 Jan 2006|01:06am]

Still don’t really know what happened. All I know now things were better. Seems soon as that stupid git left the girl started to come back to it. Wonder if him leaving had anything to do with it. Don’t really get it either, something bout him being her brother. Didn’t even know she had a brother, sure was news to me. Most of what happened last night was news to me. Make love to a girl one night thinkin’ everything is ok, sides her friend that died, and then come to find her locked in her room going crazy. Still have to try and get to the bottom of this but when she came to it last night I didn’t want to go around searching for answers just yet. Had to be there for her like I promised. I wasn’t going to leave her side, was going to make sure she got through whatever it is that she’s getting through.

She asked me what happened…I didn’t really say much. Didn’t really know what to say yet. Just ran my fingers through her brown locks and held her against me. After a few minutes of that I ok her over to the bed and got her under the covers. Told her that she needed her sleep which she didn’t seem to argue. Could tell whatever had happened was taking a toll on her. Fell right asleep to, in my arms I might add. Seems that brother of hers really didn’t know what was best. Thought he could be the one to fix her and didn’t want me by her.

Took me awhile to fall asleep. Kept on thinkin’ bout her, the other slayer. The one I shouldn’t be thinkin’ of. Started to wonder how things would’ve been different if she didn’t die. Not that she’d ever want me to begin with but still always had that thought from time to time, or I did. Ever since the other night with Sam I haven’t really thought of Buffy. I mean sure the general thought here and there but not like I used to. Sam showed me something else, made me feel something I thought I’d never feel and for that I was grateful for. Just had me worried, wasn’t much of one to worry, least not since I was a vampire. But when it came to stuff like that I did, every time I poured my heart out to someone I just ended up broken in the end. I want to believe the same won’t happen with Sam and I don’t believe it will but there is still that doubt. She just meet me, probably still things I’m some big bad vampire of the night, doubt she’d still like me when she see’s all the true sides of me. No body liked the true sides of me, the sides of me that are still there covered by this mask of being a creature of the night.


Much as I try to push him away, especially after I just turned, I can’t seem to do so. Wanted to save my mother, Dru thought I was crazy for that. Didn’t understand why either, latter I did. That wasn’t right for a vampire to still have feelings bond to his mortal life. Most of them killed their human families. Always heard the stories bout Angel and what he did after he was turned. But I was different, always was different. That’s why Cicely wouldn’t have me, and the others would mock me.

Thought I could change, thought I could be this evil vampire. Which I was mind you, very good at it to. Hide William deep behind the mask till that day. Till the day I saw the slayer, Buffy Summers. Something bout her did something to me. Used to blame it on the bloody chip but it wasn’t the chip. Dru noticed it way before the chip, that’s why she turned her back on me. Told me I went soft which I set out to prove her wrong. Suppose she may have been right, not that I’d ever admit to that. And now the same with this Slayer, she’s making me feel more then I have ever in human and dead life.

Felt a bit of movement from Sam. Glancing down I look at her, eyes still closed but could tell she’d wake up any moment. Lightly I place a kiss on her forehead. Her skin so soft and warm, couldn’t help the feeling it gave me, a feeling I probably shouldn’t be having either. Wasn’t suppose to be happy or anything of that sort. But somehow I was. Though I knew when she’d wake up there would still be that chance of her slipping back to that place she was last night. Wasn’t completely ready to go back into that again but I would for her.

[ Open to the lovely yet ever so crazy Sam ]
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[24 Jan 2006|12:23pm]

So this was Sunnydale.

One of the most famous towns in demonic history, and it was barely founded a century or so previous. It definitely fit into the Southern California motif, had that laid back feel. I wonder if they knew that the town was founded over a Hellmouth, built to fruitation by an immortal demon, who just happened to be their mayor for the better part of always, until Angel's gal pal put the brakes to that last year.

Not that that really concerned me. Though, the physical evidence left behind from an ascension would have been great information for the firm, as I no longer was with W&H, it didn't suit me to worry about the what ifs of the past.

I was here on a different sort of mission. Who knew I'd go from law to the heavy handed arm of the government?

I strolled the sunlit sidewalks, taking in the warmth, and appreciating the fact that when the sun went down this place was totally different than the way it was now.

If only this was a nature walk though, a nice afternoon stroll to enjoy the day. But alas, I was here to work, and work I shall. I stop across the street from the resident coffee joint. There she is, just as she looked in the picture that my new employer had given me. However, in all fairness, I would have recognized her even with without the photo. In the bright colors of a California crowd, her simple black ensemble stood out. She wasn't from around here. She was a Washington type. I would scoff at black as a sunny day outfit, if I wasn't wearing it myself. Not to mention, the black TOTALLY accentuates her red hair. She looks rather hot.

BUT...that's also not why I'm here.

I cross the street, and walk directly toward her outdoor table. By the time she realized I am approaching her, I'm already there. I reach in my lapel pocket and produce an ID.

"Agent Scully? Agent Dale Cooper. I've been dispatched by AD Skinner to aid in this case. Do you mind if I join you? We have a lot to discuss..."
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[22 Jan 2006|12:09am]

Mmmm coffee. That was the only thought in my head as I put the cup to my lips. Obviously the almighty 'Powers that Be' had other ideas for my morning. Searing pain caused my eyes to shut; ceramic mug crashing to the floor as hands needed to grip something in order to keep balance.

Blurry images flashing, almost too quickly to get a handle on:
A dark haired young woman held down by what seemed like a half dozen men in a dark room. Long scary needles. An older man watching, face unseen. Off to the side, a smirking Lindsey McDonald? Flashing to another location; this one somehow familiar. A shock of peroxide hair. Lots of unfortunate fashion choices. Another recognizable face. Willow! A man holding a gun? And then total darkness...

Huh? I opened my eyes slowly, wondering if maybe I'd been asleep and dreaming. Blinking a few times, I stared down at the broken pieces of my favorite mug and spilt coffee staining the carpet. Trouble in Sunnydale; what else was new? Well, Buffy wasn't around to kick evil's ass anymore, for one. Hmm. What the hell would Mr. "I'm leaving LA because I don't want to work for an evil law firm anymore," be doing in a town built on a Hellmouth anyway? The girl in the vision obviously had some connection to what was left of the Scooby Crew. That in itself usually meant danger. Geeze, you'd think people would realize that eventually! Wow, I should probably bring this to Angel's attention right away, especially with Lindsey involved, but how could I? "Hey Angel, we need to go to Sunnydale. Feel free to stop by Buffy's grave while we're there!" Ouch. It had only been a few months since the slayer's death. Angel is still a mess emotionally, and his hair's looking kinda funky too, but that's yet another subject off limits.

I guess that's how I came up with the bright idea of heading to Sunnydale on my own. I mean, how dangerous could it be? At the Angel Investigations office, I gushed about an acting opportunity that would force me to be away from LA for a while. Everyone seemed thrilled for me. I even promised to call right away if the vision thing happened. There was a chance Angel would get suspicious eventually, since I'd given him few details. However, I felt the need to check out the sitch in person, not exactly sure why...but there ya go!

Later that night, with more luggage than most people would deem necessary, I arrived in Sunnydale. The thought of staying in a motel skeeved me out more than a little, but I could always brag about how I'd sacrificed for the greater good later. I sure hope everyone appreciates this! After retouching my makeup, I drove over to the Summers home, shrugging off the feelings of unease. Now here I am, ringing the doorbell at a house I'd never expected to see again.

[Open to anyone at the Summers' household]
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Scoobie Meeting [16 Nov 2005|03:50pm]


We're sitting in the basement.  Tara and I cast a protective circle using sea salt and white candles.  Dawn watched from the steps.  The three of us sit in the circle, holding hands.  I can feel Dawn's emotions through her tense grip.  She's giving off a lot of anger and I know she knows I feel it.  She wants me to.  But I also feel something else there, something she doesn't know I feel.  It's guilt and sadness.  She feels guilty about all of this.  I want to shake her and hug her and tell her I love her and that none of this is her fault, but I don't. 

"We need to talk about what we're going to do about Samantha," I say, looking from one woman to the other.  "She's our Slayer and I don't think these FBI agents have any clue how important that is."  I take a deep breath.  "I also think that there are things they aren't telling us.  Samantha has other people after her.  I can see it whenever I look at her now.  It's her fear, it's visible.  We have to do something to keep her safe.  I feel like she's our responsibility.. she doesn't have a Watcher and we know more about this than she does because of Buffy...," I trail off.  Buffy is the reason why we have to keep this girl safe and away from her fears. 

I look up at Tara and Dawn.  We're the only Scoobies left and I need them both.

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[26 Oct 2005|03:22pm]

They were all the same.

These men with power.

I'm not talking about Presidents or army generals. That was small stuff. It was the real men with power. The people who knew magic existed, the boogeyman was in the dark, and that aliens were on our planet. They men who knew that...and kept it from everyone else.

I am very familiar with such men.

I used to work (and essentially still do, so says my soul binding contract) at Wolfram & Hart, evil incorporated to those in the occult world. The CEO there was one of those men.

Hell, I was one of those men.

...and being one of those men, I am rarely intimidated by other men who are of the same vein.

So when he came to me, I was hardly impressed. But I can tell he was the type of man who was used to being listened to and being feared. Clearly he had never met the Senior Partners.

He said he needed me, had to make sure that the government had its hands clean. Naturally. He was part of a Shadow Government, the kind that doesn't exist. Well, on any paper...or any spoken word. These were the guys that really ran things, kept the aliens from the public, kept the flouride in the drinking water. Conspracies were there game. When it came to cover-ups and employee control, even they made W&H look bad.

So why me?

Probably because they made a mistake. A huge one.

...and it involved a Slayer.

And it just so happens that dealing with vampires, and on occasion by default, their Slayers...was a specialty of mine. He needed a media smokescreen, something to keep prying eyes away while he swept in and got what was his.


I can do that.

"Just so we're clear. Yes, I'll gladly take this job."

I see him smile. It's not to help him, but if anything, going to Sunnydale will give me perspective on how deal with Angel. Those were his roots.

"...but I am not your patsy, and I'm not dealing with your good old boy network. I'll do things your way on the business side, as long as we're clear that when it comes to application...we're doing things my way. SO if we're good, all I have to say...is you have yourself a deal."

I stand up to indicate we're done here, and then pause.

"Oh, and one more thing..."

I reach into my desk drawer and get a small glass dish and throw it upon the wooden surface of my desk.

"...from here on out, there will be NO smoking in MY office."
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[15 Oct 2005|02:17am]

It's almost too much to grasp. All that has been revealed in the last few hours. The new connection between me and Scully, Samantha coming to recognize me somewhat, Sunnydale being not what it seems and adding on top of that the whole deal with Krycek, it's surprising that I'm still up and around.


I look to Scully to make sure she's busy taking her questioning occupation seriously. I turn and as silently as possible I make into the bedroom they put my sister in when he took that fall.

I open the door slightly and look in.

((open to Samantha))
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[01 Oct 2005|12:29am]

The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is.Collapse )
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[12 Sep 2005|12:13am]

She's laying in a cave, chained to the ground by her arms and legs. She doesn't know how she got there but she's trembling with fear, four tall, african men with robes and staffs surround her, chanting. A cloud of primal looking black smoke appears and heads toward her, she struggles madly, but it's no use. She's weak. Helpless. The smoke appraoches her face and slips in to her nose, mouth and eyes. She screams but no sound comes out. The smoke turns into a thick, black oily substance. The black oil. The oil slips into her body and crawls under her skin. Her pupils turn black and she screams outloud. It hurts...god it hurts...It tears at her insides and burrows deep inside her.

"where's my mommy?" No one answers. No one cares.

She blinks and the cave becomes a large, white room. Her eyes dart around wildly and she sees men in doctor's uniforms with masks, feels that she's laying on a cold metal table. One of the men takes a scalpel and makes an long, careful incision along her abdomen. She whimpers and tears gather in her eyes. Then a black, oily demon comes crawling out of the cut and lunges at the doctors, killing them all, ripping into them in ferocious energy and tearing them to shreds. She can hear screaming as blood is splattered on the walls of the white room.

She blinks and she's back in that room, sitting in the corner, she likes corners, and she can't help but laugh, a slow laugh that bubbles up inside because the world's not right, nothing is real or pretend anymore, it's like fingerpaints. She remembers mixing the colors, red and blue and yellow...now there's just red.

"you're a dream, just a dream. pretty little pictures in my head." Mostly not so pretty, she thinks.

They crawl around like spiders in her brain and she can feel them wiggling in the creases. She raps her head on the wall again and again, maybe she can frighten the spiders away. If she could just crack open her head and let all those spiders out....then she could sleep. Eyes open, eyes closed, there's no difference anymore. It's all become one blurry, waking nightmare.

((open to anyone who wants a one on one encounter with Samantha))
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[05 Sep 2005|10:31am]

I can't believe those guys ditched me, AGAIN. It's bad enough I have to be the butt of all thier lame jokes, really lame, but now they're just taking off on missions completely without me. Is it to much to ask to be included in our own plans? I saure as heck don't think so. And they need me, even if they don't exactly...like me or anything. We're in this together, though, it's like they forgot the mission statement up on the whiteboard.

Shrink rays, trained gorillas, Workable prototype jetpacks, and chicks, chicks, chicks.

Well, it is going to be really cool...I mean, once we get past all this petty stuff we're totally going to be as cool as the Buffy and her friends, if not cooler. Man oh man, up until a month ago, I would have thought that was impossible. And now...we're going to be like, crime lords, super villians...three times more powerful than were ever were alone. Maybe I never got to hang out with Xander and Willow in highschool, but that's okay, because I defenitley chose the right team. They're going to be sorry they- never sat with me at lunch or anything. And most important of all, we're not alone. We're a team now.

Now if I can just remind them of that....
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[11 Aug 2005|11:42am]

Who: No one/Anyone; autopsy post
Where: Morgue
When: After Monica and Scully's conversation

Scully snapped on a pair of latex gloves and stared at the still covered form of Alex Krycek. It was amazing, the number of times she and Mulder had thought that guy was dead, but now he was on the metal slab, and he wasn't going anywhere. She walked over to the table and pulled the sheet down, looking down at him. The obvious cause of death was a gunshot wound, but an autopsy was still needed to determine the exact point of death.

Dana switched on the microphone above her head and started her autopsy, doing her external examination before finally picking up her scalpel and cutting into him. She'd gotten internal examinations down to an art, and let the recording device know of her findings. When she was finished, she sat and repeated them again, this time reading from her notes.

"Alex Krycek. Dead for approximately one day before his body was recovered in his apartment. No GSR on his hands, which was to be assumed anyway. Only one bullet was recovered from his cranium, although the victim was shot twice in the head. One fragment however was found in his lower back, caused by vascular emobilization. It took a full body x-ray for me to...detect the fragments, but I have concluded that the bullet entered just under the deceased's right ear, fragmenting at the neck and losing velocity upon penetration of the carotid artery. The bullet then traveled down the aorta, continually loosing momentum as it shattered bone. As it exited the aorta, it struck the vertebral column, and was then swept down to the base of the aorta where I recovered it in the lumbar region." Dana paused and put in her own side note. "It was like a human pinball machine. Bullets used were 9 mm."

Scully sighed, running a hand through her hair before standing to clean up and leave. It had been a long day, and it would probably be an even longer night.
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[04 Aug 2005|10:16pm]

We each put something special into it. We bought the necklace together at the magic shop and we each took it away to our own special spots and magically charged it. I went to the woods, Tara went to the stream, and I'm not sure where Dawn went. The necklace is a celtic cross, silver, with a small purple sphere in the center of the cross. I was last to charge it, and I held it in my hands, feeling the strength of Tara and Dawn.

I sat in a shady spot, holding the cross in the palm of my hands. I concentrated on it until it grew hazy and I felt dizzy. I infused it with power, wisdom, and protection. I said a few prayers and before long, the necklace was shining a pale white light.

* * * *

Dawn and Tara were busy in the kitchen.

"Dawnie, you need to be out the door in 10 minutes!" I yelled. I knew she would have wanted to be there when Sam gets the necklace, but Tara and I both had to work this afternoon and we wanted her to have it as soon as possible.

"Did you pack some carrot sticks with your lunch? Not just cookies?" I ask, trying not to nag too much.
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[03 Aug 2005|11:45am]

Who: Monica
Where: Motel
When: Just after Mulder and Scully have been at the crime scene

I guess eventually, I'm going to have to learn how to work with other people.

I sighed and rub my forehead, not even sure of what *needs* to be done next. And as if my life wasn't complicated enough already, now Mulder's avoiding me and I had no idea if it's because of the case, or because we slept together. Whatever it is, we aren't talking much now. And that bothers me.

I walked into my motel room and listen for sounds coming from the adjoining space. Nothing. I sit in the middle of my bed and being to spread out files around me and boot up my laptop. There has to be something that I'm missing, here. I sent the gun to the LA lab. Whoever fired the shot attempted to wipe the gun down. Don't people know that life is not like the movies? You can't just wipe down a gun and hope to be rid of prints. There were a few latent prints that should give us a hit *if* whoever did the shooting has already been run through AFIS. I sigh again. Please let this person have a record. Just make my job that much easier. Somehow I'd managed to get a bloody print enhancer to use at my disposal, to try and stain the protien in the bloody handprint on the floor - to try and get a visible print impression. I'd only gotten a few partials, but I sent those out as well, and sent the blood through CODIS to see if *maybe* we had a repeat offender on our hands.

In the back of my mind, I highly doubt it. No one professional would have been that sloppy.

I stare at my computer screen blankly, wondering where Mulder is.
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[27 Jul 2005|10:47pm]

I can’t find anyone. Being ditched is not one of my favorite things in the world, especially when I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on this whole situation. Apparently babysitting two FBI agents for the Cigarette Man was a lot harder than I had originally anticipated.

‘Where is that card?’ I thought as I rifled through my things. Finally I cam up with it and dialed the number. “Pick up, Agent Mulder,” I whispered as I listened to the dial tone.

((Open to Mulder))
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[24 Jul 2005|11:30pm]

Fell asleep with the girl in my arms. Have to say the feeling was nice. Made me almost have that feeling they say you get, that feeling of being complete. Though I doubt things will be the same in the morning. She had a few drinks and was dealing with the death of someone dear to her. That isn’t just something that goes away, usually makes one act in strange ways.

The night thing I know, I’m starting to see some light. My eye lids are slowly starting to open taking in what’s round us. Of course it wasn’t actually light I was seeing, just something other then black.

For a moment there I almost forgot bout her being here. Was bout ready to jump up but then everything came back to me. What we did last night, the way she felt..Hell the way she made me feel.

I placed my arm round her once more. Really did feel nice. I took in her scent as I brought my body a bit closer to hers. Next thing I know I’m starting to smell her hair a bit, can’t help it. It smelled so damn beautiful.

Leaning up a bit I place a kiss on her cheek and look down at her. I was a fool for not doing this sooner. Sure, didn’t know her that long to begin with but I should’ve realized from the start. Which I suppose I did just didn’t realize it yet.

I bring my hand up to her cheek and let my finger tips slowly trail along her face. Her skin was so soft against my fingers. Don’t know what the bloody hell was happening other then the fact that I was starting to fall for her, more then I attended to.

Now I just have to wait for her to wake up and realize what she’s done and run off from me. That would be just my luck to. Never was good at that whole luck thing.

[tag sam]
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Leaving on a jet plane.. [08 Jul 2005|06:57pm]

First Buffy, now we're losing Xander and Anya? Well, okay, we aren't really losing them. But they're leaving the state! Of course I'm happy for this great job opportunity that Xander got. Of course. But what about us?! Don't we mean anything to him anymore? Has he really stopped caring that much now that Buffy is gone? There were three people in our friendship, not just two. And I'm still alive. I still need him.

I'm being selfish. We all have to grow up sometime. We all have to leave. I just can't.

Maybe that's what it is. Maybe I'm just jealous that Xander can pack his bags and leave. I can't. I have Dawn to look after now.. and I can't just leave the Hellmouth when it only has a newbie slayer to protect it. Maybe someday I can break away.

Tara, Dawn and I help Anya pack. She's yelling at us to pack things a certain way. I'll even miss Anya. I pack the picture of the three of us.. Buffy, Xander, me. I wrap it carefully in newspaper and put it in the box with other pictures. I try to stop myself, but tears are fast.
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[17 Jun 2005|09:04pm]

"...seriously, Andrew, what were you thinking? If we're gonna run this town, we need to be smarter than..."

I berated him all the way back from the park. I pull over a third of the way from home, like the world's number one dad, to make sure he's really listening. I will turn this car right around.

"...too important to jump into without thinking things through like that. I mean, pull your head out of your ass! She was my bot."

He's starting to look properly chastised, but my heart just isn't in it tonight. My mind is totally, dangerously elsewhere.

"I gotta make a phone call."

I slip past him and shrug my way through the beaded curtain that divides the van and throw myself into a beanbag chair. I can imagine equipment lining the walls back here; computer screens, and cameras and things that go beep in the night. Soon. Most of it's here already; just needs a few more components and to be plugged in.

For now I pull out my cell phone and hit re-dial.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

Because she's blocked me.

"Fucking bitch."

I throw the phone against the wall of the van. Either it's good workmanship, or I throw like a girl, because it doesn't break.

((Open to: Andrew))
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[15 Jun 2005|12:16am]

I guess there really is no rest for the weary, I think as Mulder and I drive to a fresh crime scene.

I'd had possibly one of the best...no, it *was* the best night of my life last night, and instead of getting to bask in the moment this morning, I woke up to Mulder's cell phone chirping. We were on our way in fifteen minutes or less to the scene of a murder. A lot of blood loss, so Mulder's hoping for vampires again. I'd actually prefer something somewhat normal that I may actually be able to figure out.

We get to a nice (cheap looking) apartment complex and with a flash of our badges, walk right into the unit that's roped off with crime scene tape with no further question. I slip easily into investigation mode, looking around first at my surroundings before looking towards the body that's now covered by a white sheet.

I slip on a pair of gloves and leave Mulder to talk with the police. He can handle the local P.D. while I do what I do best. At the thought of a bumbling police officer I accidentally think of Agent Reyes. I wonder if she'll be upset we didn't call her. I shrug it off. Oh well. She'll be alright.

I lift up the sheet and immediatly freeze, my arm holding the sheet in the air as I stare at the lifeless body of Alex Krycek. As I stare I look over his frame, noting the single gunshot wound. My heart sank just a little, despite the fact this man had never been an ally, and was constantly a threat. He'd thought enough to give me information about Samantha; granted he'd threatened me, but never the less...it had been information. And now the only link I had (Mulder had) to Samantha was laying here dead on the floor.

Somehow I find my voice and look up, calling out. "Mulder..."
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