Coming Back to you:
Where Do We Start?
by Xanderphile

Part One: Welcome to the Hellmouth.

The bus from L.A. pulled up at Sunnydale’s rather dank bus depot. The vampire scoured the small crowd for a victim. She spotted a cute looking boy with dark blond hair get off and look around uncertainly. She didn’t waste her time.

"Hey you look lost,"

"Iam, actually."

"Maybe I can help"

"I think he wants directions, not a hickey," a voice called.

"Hey, shove off bud!" The vampires victim yelled.

"Actually, the Brit. has a point!" Snarled the vampire, attempting to bite her victim, but a stake shot out of nowhere and hit her in the heart. The startled boy looked for his elusive hero, and saw him.

"When I tell you a girls bad mate, I mean it!" The Brit.said, walking off.

Sean left the lad there. He contemplated how similar he looked to himself, small, dark brown hair.

"I take it that’s what is considered ‘welcome to Sunnydale!’ Sean chuckled to himself as he began his journey to Giles’s house.

Giles was pacing around his apartment. He was quite interested in meeting Wesley’s nephew. He pictured a dark haired prep school type, so when his doorbell rang and he answered it, he was somewhat taken aback by the casually dressed blond on the doorstop.

"Hi, I’m Sean, Wes’s nephew!" The boy, Sean, said, extending his arm, which Giles’s shook.

"Nice to meet you, please do come in"

"Cheers, mate"

Sean looked around the apartment, liking its simple design and decoration.

"Please sit down. Now Sean, not to insult you or anything, but you don’t look like someone is capable of casting powerful spells."

"No offence taken, and I can show iam capable, well, sort of." Sean proceeded to pick a knife up from the coffee table and threw in the air, right above his head. Giles watched in astonishment and admiration as the boy looked at it, and the knife stopped mid-plummet and began to slowly turn, then it stopped and floated slowly into Sean’s hand.

"Answer the question?"

"Yes, indeed. But how? You must be a natural male-witch. I studied the black arts for a number of years and never managed to lift anything like that!"

"Born with it, and it was a big pain. Anyway, it wasn’t me we came to talk about, was it?"

"No, here’s directions and Buffy’s dormitory number, and Sean?"

"Yeah?"

"There’s a very good chance she will not agree to this. She and Riley may be having differences, but it doesn’t mean they are going to break up any time soon. I’m actually feeling bad about telling Angel that and..."

"Giving false hope, I understand that, Mr. Giles. I fell really bad for Angel, so hung about someone, but it’s understandable."

"Yes, quite," Giles said as a showed Sean out.

Part Two: Understanding me.

Buffy stared at Riley, "Did you just tell me that you think our relationship isn’t going anywhere, so you’re moving back to Iowa!" She yelled.

"Yes, look Buffy, there’s nothing here anymore, I don’t like your dangerous life, after leaving the Initiative I wanted to settle down and have a quiet life."

"You knew what you were getting yourself in for when I told you what I was!"

"But I thought that it might change..."

"Riley, my life will never change, I’m the slayer and this is how my life has to be! I thought...I thought you understood that!"

"I’m sorry."

"So am I! Sorry I ever let Willow persuade me to go out with you!

"Riley sighed Buffy had taken this worse than he had thought.

"Buffy, I’ll really miss you..."

"Get out!"

Riley sighed and left.

Sean had found the room, and had been about to knock when he had heard shouting coming from within. Curious, he put his ear to the door and listened. He could scarcely believe his luck Riley and Buffy were breaking up. But then Sean thought about it and realised this might well have lessened the chance of Buffy agreeing to do the spell. Then he heard the shrieked "Get out" and quickly ran down the hall and watched Riley emerge. He looked at him and began to question whether Buffy was sane the guy had ‘boring anorak’ stamped on his forehead (Sean briefly considered putting the amusing figurative thought into reality-but eventually decided against it).

Sean pretended to read a notice board as Riley walked by, then contemplated what exactly to do. He couldn’t ask Buffy now she would be really upset. His only choices were to go back to Giles’s house or stay and wait for Buffy’s room mate named Willow to come. He opted to stay.

Willow had just seen Riley leave to go to his dormitory to get his stuff. She knew he was leaving and frankly, she couldn’t believe how selfish he was.

Willow walked up to the dorm door, and was about to enter and console a distraught Buffy, when a boy approached and tapped her on the arm.

"Excuse me, is your name Willow Rosenberg?" He asked, speaking in a lilting British accent.

"Yeah, and you are?"

"I’m Sean Wyndam-Price. Wesley’s nephew. I came here to see Buffy about a delicate subject, but I’m thinking now is not the best time. So, could I ask you to give her a message?"

"Of course, this has got something to do with Angel, hasn’t it?"

"Caught me. Yeah, the brief version his that I found a spell to restore his soul permanently, but I need Buffy to help me do the spell."

"Is that the message," Willow asked.

"Yeah, pretty much, here’s the address of the place I’m staying in and room number. Tell her to get back to me soon. Not straight away though."

"I’ll tell her," Willow said, taking the piece of paper Sean handed her.

"You’re a warlock?" She asked, Sean nodded, "Well, you must be good to handle soul restoring spells, their tough. Speak from personal experience."

"I was one of the ones ‘to magic born’ or whatever. Thanks anyway."

Willow watched him go, then entered her dorm.

Buffy looked up and saw Willow enter. She felt conflicting emotions about her best friend, on the one hand, relief, Willow was great at consoling her and on the other: anger. It was Willow who had persuaded Buffy to go out with Riley.

"Hi, are you ok?"

"Do I look ok?"

"No, you look upset, and a little angry."

Buffy sighed, "I don’t understand, is every relationship I have always going to end badly?"

"Of course not Buffy, and you deserve more than Riley, And since were on the subject of relationships I think you should hear about this now."

"Hear about what?" Buffy asked, puzzled.

"Well, I just met this boy outside the door who said he was Wesley’s nephew. Apparently he found a spell to restore Angel’s soul permanently, but he needs you to help do the spell."

"Wesley has a nephew?"

"Yeah, but he looks nothing like him."

"Oohh, Willow, I don’t know about this. I mean, I’m not sure I want to see Angel right now, I’m glad for him, but..."

"I know, brings back painful memories. Well, Sean said you didn’t have to reply straight away. Here’s where you can find him to tell him your decision."

"Thanks Will."

Sean sat in his small hotel room, bored out of his mind. It had been two days and he hadn’t heard anything. He kept reminding himself to give Buffy time, but his patience was beginning to run out.

Someone knocked on the door.

He opened it to find a pretty little blond outside the door, whom he recognised from a picture Angel had showed him as Buffy.

"Hi, Sean isn’t it? Well, I thought long and hard about this and I’m going to help you do this spell. Fact is, I love Angel and it’s time I stopped trying to kid myself otherwise."

"Good for you."

Angel sat in his apartment when Sean suddenly appeared. Angel’s spirits plummeted when he saw he was alone.

"There’s someone here to see you, I think you may know her," Sean said, smiling. Behind Angel saw Buffy and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.

"Hi," He said.

"Hello again," She said, smiling a little, then she turned to Sean and asked, "So, where do we start?"

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