Don't Want to be Alone
Part 1

Written By: Ragna
Rating: PG
Summary: Anya comes back to Sunnydale.

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infirgment intended.

The Greyhound bus was comfortable. She'd pawned her car to get the money to go back to the Hellmouth. Back where something called to her. She knew he was still alive. She'd heard about the explosion, about the Mayor being killed and about the Ascension being stopped. Then she felt stupid. For leaving, for not kissing him...she just felt stupid. He knew all this; they'd talked for over two hours when she'd called. He was going to leave Sunnydale but had decided just to go away for a few days, until she came back to Sunnydale to see him. To see what she wanted. The song switched to End Of A Century, one she reflected was rather appropriate. [She said there's ants in the carpet Dirty like monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning tv You're looking so healthy] She shut her eyes. The driver had just said they were nearing Sunnydale and she couldn't wait to see him, to get off the bus and throw herself into his arms where she'd feel...whole. She'd missed him so much in the last month. Never thought she'd be that way. She was Anya, formerly Anyanka the man-hating demon, who wasn't supposed to fall for a human. Especially one who betrayed a woman she'd granted a wish for. But she had and the month without him had been unbearable. [And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes Because we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of the century... it's nothing special] They crested a hill a few miles outside of Sunnydale, and she was awestruck by the amount of lights that were on. It was so beautiful... She could get used to the town. To living out a normal life, maybe getting through college and the like. She could get used to waking up being human. Perhaps waking up next to him... [Sex on tv Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle They're glowing in a huddle Good night tv You're all made up And you know that] Shaking her head, she opened her eyes, surprised she was thinking that. Not that she hadn't before, but before it hadn't had a remote chance in Hell of happening. And now... He was waiting for her, or he should be. He said he would and she trusted him. She shut her eyes again, imagining his touch, the soft feel of his face, the softer feel of his lips touching hers, his voice calling her name... [And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes Because we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of the century... it's nothing special] "Sunnydale Station, five minutes." The driver's voice jarred her out of her fantasy, and she panicked at the thought of actually seeing him again, for the first time since she agreed to leave New York City. But...something pulled her, made her sit on the bus, putting away the few things she had out, made her look at the night-covered town, wondering for a moment what nasty things were out there in what looked like a peaceful town. The charred remainder of the school flew by, and Anya felt sick just looking at it. She was a coward. She should have stayed, should have fought... Should have died. [Can you need her yes you can And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes Because we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of the century... it's nothing special ] The song ended as they pulled up to the station. Anya waited for the few others on the bus to depart before getting her things and slowly moving off the bus. It had been empty at the station, as though everyone who had just gotten off had disappeared into the night. She felt a pang of disappointment when she saw he wasn't there. It was then she noticed her luggage wasn't either. The bus pulled out, taking the rest of the passengers away from Sunnydale. And behind the bus was where he had been, her luggage already in his car. "Surprise," Xander said quietly, anything else he had wanted to say being muffled by Anya, who had flung herself into his waiting arms and kissed him, making up for lost time. When she pulled away, he grinned, reaching out to her and brushing some stray hairs away from her face. "I missed you, Anya." "I...I missed you, too," she said hesitantly, afraid that if she said what she felt he'd go away and not look back. "Where are you staying?" he asked, pulling back some more but taking a hold of her hand. "I don't know." "Then stay with me. I...have an apartment of my own. Seems a certain undead fiend was persuaded to help me out by Buffy." "Angel?" Xander shook his head. "Actually...Spike. Call it blackmail." Anya laughed a bit. "All right. I'll stay with you." "I'll take the couch, I promise," he said. Anya smiled, getting into the car and letting go of his hand. She felt whole now, and happy. She was also hoping that he wouldn't be sleeping on the couch forever, too. She didn't want to be alone again. Never, ever again.