Xander was getting ready for bed, after a day of doing not much. The construction crew couldn't work in the rain and he had a night off from the Club. He'd just pulled back the covers when he heard someone behind him. Considering Buffy spent more time at Angel's then here, he was puzzled as he turned around.
One look at Stacy and he was by her side in a moment, blanket wrapped around her wet shoulders. "Stacy? What happened?"
The ruins. It took Xander a moment to place that with a night months ago with a windlass and red flowers. Red flowers that supposedly eat people and killed Stacy and her friends.
"Jesus Stacy..." He wrapped his arms around her and led her to the bed so she could sit. "What happened?"
"I don't know," she said, pushing wet hair away from her face and settling miserably down onto the edge of the mattress. "We just kept living the same stuff over and over. I don't know why."
That wasn't true. Not entirely. But whatever ideas she might've had for why they might've been there, in that moment in time specifically, she didn't want to think about anymore.
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One look at Stacy and he was by her side in a moment, blanket wrapped around her wet shoulders. "Stacy? What happened?"
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"The ruins. I was back there, with Mathias. I thought we were back there for good."
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"Jesus Stacy..." He wrapped his arms around her and led her to the bed so she could sit. "What happened?"
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That wasn't true. Not entirely. But whatever ideas she might've had for why they might've been there, in that moment in time specifically, she didn't want to think about anymore.
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