Let me burn.
Coming back with Wes had been great for all of ten minutes. Crashing the party had started out fine until my talk with Buffy. If you wanted to even call it a talk. More of her telling me I wasn't what she wanted, not in this world or any other one. I'd left for a while and come back once the party had broken up, planning on settling back into my old room. Except it wasn't my room now. I'd almost turned the knob when I heard her, with her girlfriend inside. Talking about me.
Part of me wanted to stay and listen to all the whispers. But I hadn't. This wasn't my world, and this wasn't my home. It wasn't even my time.
Leaving I'd found myself on a pier at the beach, watching dawn break over the hills. I'd gotten used to the sun in Pylea, it was a big part of what had made that place tolerable. I didn't want to go back into the dark, not for this world. Nothing here was right, they had their champion in Spike. Dawn was the one with the visions, not Cordy. And Wes wasn't the least bit crazy.
The sun rose and I waited for the flames to char my skin to ash. It didn't happen. Numbly I watched as it rose above the horizon and I remained unburned. This was the worst joke of all. Were the Powers that Be just jerking me around now?
Still wasn't in a mood to go back to the hotel. It wasn't as though I really had anything to do. Found myself walking the streets, catching a familiar sight here and there. An alley where I'd stopped a vamp. A street corner where a demon had tried to eat a bus full of passengers. Tried not to think about Connor or Faith, how I'd never see them again. Maybe I should have Wes send me back to Pylea.