"My mom had a tumour. My dad's... out of the picture," she offered with a small shrug. "I loved my mom and maybe we weren't total chalk and cheese but I think before she understood why I used to always be kicked out of school and in trouble, she wished she had a different daughter. But she still loved me, and that counts for something huge. You can really dance in spandex? I always found it rode up a little." Buffy laughed softly as she put some fresh tissues against her wound. "So you fell in love with the enemy? How'd that go for your spying?"
Buffy hummed in agreement. "And really. I've seen too much to believe that He... She exists. I do believe in destiny. Sometimes things really are just meant to happen. Even the sucky things. That's a really good lesson to learn. You're a pretty wise kid." Buffy looked at him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Sounds like he could use an open mind."
Kurt shook his head. "No. If your mom loved you, she would never wish that. She still created you, you're still part of her. She would never wish you were different. I know some moms suck, but if you still had a relationship with her, she would never wish that. Did she die?" he asked and then wet his lips. "I still remember the day mine died. It's why I hate hospitals. And because my dad was in a coma earlier this year. He had a heart attack and he nearly didn't make it. That's when the whole God thing came up. All my friends believe, I don't. I felt sort of isolated, and that was mostly my fault. I didn't want prayers, I just wanted my dad to wake up. Spandex shouldn't ride up if it's fit properly, and not really the enemy, per se. Just our competition at the time. I was having a really bad time at my own school, I went to see if the grass was greener. It wasn't only greener, it had really hot guys," he added with a smirk. "Boy's school. I ended up transferring
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Buffy had hooked her free arm through Kurt's, still keeping a wad of tissues against her head as they walked. There was an ease in talking to him that she liked. "Yeah, she did. We thought the tumours had gone, that she would be okay, but I came home one afternoon and she was just there. Dead. I can see it so clearly, can still remember everything. I... I cracked a rib while trying to give her CPR," she added in a quiet whisper. It was a detail she didn't usually share with people. "You and me both with the hospital thing. I hate them. I hate everything about them. You don't have to believe. I think everyone's entitled to their own choice. Just like their entitled to their own sexuality, or their own taste in clothes. Everyone's different. So he did wake up, right?" Buffy grinned a little as she looked over at him. "Well, hey, who can blame you for wanting to mosey on over to that grass for a little while
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Riley was right in the middle of something Vitally Important, being trying to get to the next level in Grand Theft Auto on the Playstation 3. He had his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth and eyes locked intently on the screen. He did hear the door open in the distance, and registered it, but it was only when Buffy was standing in the doorway that he dropped the controller and sucked in a sharp breath of shock to see she was hurt.
Well, hurt again. "What the hell happened?! You said you would be fine!" he cried, scrambling up off the sofa to bound over to her and wrap his arm around her waist.
"This is me being fine," Buffy murmured as the floor suddenly seemed to want to be a lot closer, but thankfully Riley was there holding her up and she leaned against him as she cradled her arm to her chest. "You should see the other guy. Really." She'd had a dislocated shoulder before, but this really was a broken arm and she had to admit to herself at least that it did kinda suck in a huge way.
"But I'm just gonna stay here for a little while, 'kay? You're not allowed to move ever again."
Riley gave her a wry look, his forehead creasing up as he contemplated her. "Come, sit down," he coaxed and started to lead her slowly over to the sofa. "We're not staying standing in the doorway forever. Besides the fact I give it all of three minutes before you get restless and want to move, pins and needles are a bitch."
He still had a hold of her as he batted some cushions out of the way and made sure she wasn't going to trip on the Playstation controller. "You still didn't tell me what happened. Don't pull the secretive Slayer routine on me. You know it pisses me off. Especially when you're hurt."
"Yeah, but I like not moving when you're not moving with me and there's lots of snuggling," Buffy replied, looking just a litle pouty that he was already assuming she'd get restless and want to move. "Plus, you playing doctor? Totally hot. You should get some scrubs..."
She let out a sigh as she made herself comfortable, but not before pulling Riley down with her. "Vampire. Crazy vampire with a penchant for listening to bones snap. It was just a stupid slip on my part, and I can't believe the ass clown got the better of me. But I staked him, so who's laughing now, huh?"
"I hear scrubs are really hard to get off in a hurry," Riley offered with a smirk of amusement. He grabbed one of the cushions and placed it in her lap and then carefully got her to rest her arm on it. "Here, let me look. No threatening vital parts of my anatomy if it hurts, either. You'll get that later if you do."
He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "I should have gone with you. Don't worry. I wouldn't be honing in on your territory. I could have just been there if you were hurt. Which you were. Is it just your arm?"
Buffy smirked back at him as she sucked in a breath and willed herself to be still for Riley. She flinched only a little when he started to push her sleeve up. "Not if they're the velcro kinda scrubs. And your vital parts are completely safe from my threats. After all, I like them exactly where they are and fully functioning. I'd be screwing myself over if I hurt them."
She bit her lip as she looked at him again, quiet for a long moment. "You know... I don't really mind it so much when you do hone in on my territory. I just get worried about you. Like you get worried about me." She made a slightly guilty face before pulling up the hem of her top to show him the bruising covering her abdomen.
"Which only exist in strip shows, I think," Riley returned with a shake of his head. "Not to mention putting yourself in the line of fire of much manly whining about how much pain and discomfort I'm in, and how I'll never father children and start contemplating the joys of Viagra. Really, it's safer for us both if we just generally keep injury away from that part of the body."
He was looking over the swelling on her arm when she continued and his eyes flicked up to her face in question. "Buffy, you used to get so shitty when I wanted to go out with you. Seriously not arguments I want to revisit ever again, to be honest. I think you've broken it. Do you want to go to the hospital, or I can jsut split it and let you do your healing thing."
Buffy grinned. "Well, there's definitely a strip show running through my head right now, and you have some crazy good moves. Of course I'd have to punch out all the other women watching..." She made a mock face of disgust, sticking out her tongue slightly. "Ew, no. Nothing worse than manly whining. Maybe you should consider wearing a cup if you do go out patrolling?"
"Yeah, but I was... stupid. There, I said it." She looked back at him earnestly, holding his gaze. "I was being incredibly dumb Buffy. You're an assest to me and my patrolling. Just as long as we keep your asset safe. And I think you've healed enough from what the Initiative did to you to just be able to handle yourself. Plus, Protective Riley is also Sexy Riley and you know how much I like Sexy Riley." Buffy looked down at her arm. "I don't know, can a cast be a fashion accessory? Because I don't want it ruining my outfits."
Riley laughed. "Don't even think about it. With technology in this day and age, you can't do anything reckless without it ending up on You Tube or Facebook, and I have a reputation to uphold. Get me drunk enough, though, and maybe we can discuss it further." He raised his eyebrows. "Are you implying I can't protect myself enough to protect the family jewels? They've remained intact enough to this day, I think I've got it covered."
He tilted his head in surprise. "Can I get a recording of that, Miss Summers? You know, for posterity. "Yes, well, I don't plan on having anymore heart attacks any time soon. One is enough to last me a lifetime. It can't be any worse than a cow hat, right?"
"Oh, so it works like that, does it? Then I really hope we have some alcohol in the house because you, my dear Riley, are going to get drunk so that I can get my cheer up sexy naked dance show." She looked at him all wide-eyed and innocent before shaking her head. "No, I would never imply that. I was more thinking just a little extra insurance."
She rolled her eyes before snorting in amusement and sticking out her tongue. "If you must, but I won't ever deny admitting to it. I was stupid. I was so stupid. Can you ever forgive me?" She ducked her head before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his. "That's true... Think we could somehow make it covered in leopard print, though? And for the record, I'd be very happy if you didn't have a heart attack ever again. You just keep that ticker ticking, mister. It's an order."
"Hey, it's okay. It's not like we haven't been here before. Just... No miracle for me this time." Buffy offered him a sad smile even as her eyes welled up with tears. "And maybe it's not the end. So don't go planning my funeral. Again. Not just yet."
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Buffy hummed in agreement. "And really. I've seen too much to believe that He... She exists. I do believe in destiny. Sometimes things really are just meant to happen. Even the sucky things. That's a really good lesson to learn. You're a pretty wise kid." Buffy looked at him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Sounds like he could use an open mind."
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Well, hurt again. "What the hell happened?! You said you would be fine!" he cried, scrambling up off the sofa to bound over to her and wrap his arm around her waist.
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"But I'm just gonna stay here for a little while, 'kay? You're not allowed to move ever again."
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He still had a hold of her as he batted some cushions out of the way and made sure she wasn't going to trip on the Playstation controller. "You still didn't tell me what happened. Don't pull the secretive Slayer routine on me. You know it pisses me off. Especially when you're hurt."
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She let out a sigh as she made herself comfortable, but not before pulling Riley down with her. "Vampire. Crazy vampire with a penchant for listening to bones snap. It was just a stupid slip on my part, and I can't believe the ass clown got the better of me. But I staked him, so who's laughing now, huh?"
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He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "I should have gone with you. Don't worry. I wouldn't be honing in on your territory. I could have just been there if you were hurt. Which you were. Is it just your arm?"
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She bit her lip as she looked at him again, quiet for a long moment. "You know... I don't really mind it so much when you do hone in on my territory. I just get worried about you. Like you get worried about me." She made a slightly guilty face before pulling up the hem of her top to show him the bruising covering her abdomen.
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He was looking over the swelling on her arm when she continued and his eyes flicked up to her face in question. "Buffy, you used to get so shitty when I wanted to go out with you. Seriously not arguments I want to revisit ever again, to be honest. I think you've broken it. Do you want to go to the hospital, or I can jsut split it and let you do your healing thing."
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"Yeah, but I was... stupid. There, I said it." She looked back at him earnestly, holding his gaze. "I was being incredibly dumb Buffy. You're an assest to me and my patrolling. Just as long as we keep your asset safe. And I think you've healed enough from what the Initiative did to you to just be able to handle yourself. Plus, Protective Riley is also Sexy Riley and you know how much I like Sexy Riley." Buffy looked down at her arm. "I don't know, can a cast be a fashion accessory? Because I don't want it ruining my outfits."
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He tilted his head in surprise. "Can I get a recording of that, Miss Summers? You know, for posterity. "Yes, well, I don't plan on having anymore heart attacks any time soon. One is enough to last me a lifetime. It can't be any worse than a cow hat, right?"
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She rolled her eyes before snorting in amusement and sticking out her tongue. "If you must, but I won't ever deny admitting to it. I was stupid. I was so stupid. Can you ever forgive me?" She ducked her head before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his. "That's true... Think we could somehow make it covered in leopard print, though? And for the record, I'd be very happy if you didn't have a heart attack ever again. You just keep that ticker ticking, mister. It's an order."
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"...Buffy, I'm so sorry."
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