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Disclaimer: All Buffy characters are property of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The WB network. Dexter is property of Bryan Holand. The song Gone Away is property of The Offspring.
Lyra steps out of the car she had just spent a nauseating 3 hours in. She slams the door behind her and leans against it, taking several deep breaths, thankful she's finally still. She turns to her watcher who has just exited the driver side of the car.
"You are aware of the fact that I'm really pissed at the council for sending me to this hell hole. Literally, its sitting on the top of one."
She brushes a lock of her burgundy on black hair off her also not her own unnaturally pail forehead.
Dexter smiles and laughs softly. "I don't want to be here any more then you, and i have no idea why they picked you after the last slayer turned to evil." "That wasn't funny. I'm not that much of a bitch, I'm not!"
"Of course not."
"'Its not that small'? Its half the size of a f-ing Porto- potty! And I have to share it with someone!" are just a few of the (less profane) things Lyra had to say about her new dorm room after Dexter left. After unpacking (with a few more things to say about the size of her new living space), Lyra meets Dexter downstairs.
"Now we get to meet the other slayer, the slayer that's 'the real slayer' 'the chosen one' if she's so special can't she protect this goddamn town by herself?"
"How did you ever let yourself say that you weren't 'that much of a bitch'?"
Lyra glares, then bursts out laughing "I have no idea, and i completely take
it back."
Oz glances out the window of the library, a car had just parked its self (noisily) on the street closest to that side of the school, it being almost sunset he had to be in the library. A man and a woman exited the car and walked up up the stairs to the door to the outside world nearest the library. Both of them obviously had the same love for hair coloring as he did, the woman having black and dark red and the man having more more peroxide then hair.
The woman entered first, looked up and around and then turned to the man.
"A high school library, how cliche."
"I'll have to agree with you on that, quite tasteless of them."
"I'm curious as to where they are."
She walked to the center of the room the man fallowing, she turned, saw Oz, stared for about thirty seconds, then walked up to the cage. Turning to the man she said,
"Look he has fake brown hair, you have fake blonde hair and i have fake black hair, I think we just found ourselves a new friend."
"Fake?" Oz asked, wondering how she new, he had just died it a few days ago and his roots weren't showing at all yet.
"Fake. Your coloring other then that points to red head, I could be wrong."
"No. Its real red, and fake brown. Anything else your here for other then to discuss hair color?"
"I'm looking for..." turns to the man questioningly.
"Buffy Summers."
"She's not here, outside that i cant say," Oz answered.
"You being my new friend, i think there's a right for me to ask your name."
"Oz."
On the way out she turns,"See you sometime, thanks for your non-help."
"Where do we look now?"
"You were into him weren't you?" Dexter asked as he started up the car.
"He has a girlfriend."
"You found this out how?"
"The same way i knew his hair wasn't really brown."
"His coloring?"
"That was bullshit."
Willow looked up from her coffee cup as the door chime sounded. A man and a woman entered, the woman turned to the man said something and then pointed to the table Willow, Xander and Buffy were sitting at.
The two, not looking particularly friendly, the only color in their wardrobe being black.
"Your Buffy Summers?" The woman asked.
"That would be me."
"Hi, I'm here to help you kill vampires," the woman said, smiling.
"The last person to say that turned to a path of pure evil," Xander said, smiling back.
"If that was smile free we could add that to our cliche list," the man said.
"Your the Faith replacement slayer, who's he?" Buffy asked.
"He would be my watcher, unlike Faith, i brought my own," the woman said, sitting down at the free chair at the table.
The man, stealing a chair from another table,"The council told me i was supposed to talk to a Mr. Giles."
"Maybe my new friend in the library with the fake brown hair is him."
"Oz?" Willow asked, she had always thought that brown had been Oz's real hair color.
"No, that's Will's boyfriend," Xander said, attempting to be helpful.
"You would be ‘Will’?" smiles at the man in a very "i knew it" way.
"Why was he alone in the library book cage?" The man asked.
"He's a werewolf and he has to be contained during the full moon, that way he doesn't kill things," Willow said.
"All of this chatting is sweet and lovely, but, we need to find Mr. Giles," the man said, standing up.
The woman stood up, "Any idea where he would be?"
"Probably at home, I'll write down the address" Buffy said grabbing a pen and
a napkin.
Lets move forward in time about 3 months, Everyone likes Dexter and Lyra, as much as they can anyway.
Lyra and all the special Buffy friends are at the Bronze.
Lyra is attempting to teach Oz more chords for the guitar then his five.
"Practice those and I'll teach you more when I get the chance."
Lyra stood up and was out the door before any goodbyes could be said.
An undeniably gunshot sound thundered behind Lyra, she whirled and ran as fast as she could to the place where the sound was from.
Her knees in a pool of blood she turned the peroxide white head, a small, perfectly circular, hole was in his left temple.
She closed her eyes and softly kissed his forehead.
She didn't begin to cry until she was out of what would be his eyesight.
Small, slow, soft sobs. A flood of tears rushed from her eyes. She tried to
wipe them away. Unendingly they ran down her face and dripped off her chin,
glistening in the glow of the streetlights.
Oz walked up the stairs to Lyra's dorm room. She had forgotten her guitar at the Bronze.
He knocked on the door. Turning the knob after a few minutes of no answer he opened the unlocked door.
Taking a very deep breath he wished he hadn't, then another wish took over.
Oz sat, with his guitar and a crumpled, blood and tear stained piece of paper. A small dirty piece of paper that mattered more then almost anything to him.
"This song was written by a friend of mine, it's about someone very close to
her. I just wish that for once she had waited for me to say goodbye.
Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal it's so unfair
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away
Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away"