Aidan Hainsworth (badass_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-01-21 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan hainsworth, buffy summers, place: la |
Fighting the Feelings
Who: Buffy and Aidan
Where: Aidan's Place
When: Jan. 16
Aidan had just finished with Buffy for her training session. The mood was a little dark lately, what with what happened to Narcissa. He hadn't known the woman very well, but she seemed to be one of the ones that he could deal with, at the very least, so he definitely wished that she was still around. Buffy seemed very tense herself, and that worried the living hell out of him.
Buffy, for her part, seemed in the zone, a determined look on her face as she hit and kicked the punching bag repeatedly with every ounce of strength she had, eventually kicking it so hard it actually flew off the chains, and across the room. "um... oops."
"Well, at least we know that you're strength is there," he joked, walking over and pushing the punching bag out of the way. At least the Council paid for things like that. "Something on your mind, Buff?"
"Nothin' you want to hear about..." Since they kissed... Buffy had tried her best to keep things on the up and up, while squashing her own feelings. Not easy at all... but especially now after what had happened to Narcissa.
"I wouldn't have asked about it if I didn't want to hear about it," Aidan reminded her. "Now, spill. Tell me what's up."
"I've tried to be good. And, you know... to your credit, so have you... but we both know how we feel, right? And look at what happened to Sam's watcher..." Uh-oh... Rambly!Buffy. "And what if that happens to you? I couldn't handle it, and then I'd have to go all Rambo, and can you even imagine me with that headband?"
He couldn't help but smile at that a little at the headband joke. "No, I don't think the Rambo look is for you," he said. "As for the rest...I don't really know what to say, Buffy. Would you rather us not to have feelings for each other? Doesn't quite work like that. We just have to be careful right now." Very careful.
"Aidan... right now I'm more worried about some crazy vampire gang killing you!" Buffy looked at him with exasperation, hands setting at her hips. "I can't lose you, ok? Yeah, I've sorta kept my distance lately... but it's because I'm worried about your job! If someone hurt you, I'd be... well.. I'd be pretty upset!"
"Buffy, first off, don't worry about my job, alright?" People weren't exactly lining up to run out to LA, considering the death rate as of late. "You don't think I would freak out if something happened to you? I know where you're coming from, alright?"
"Then why aren't you in a panic? I mean look at me!" She was cutely throwing her arms up, her eyes going wide as she stomped around. "Because I feel like I might throw up or something..."
Because someone has to stay calm? Still, no use in saying that. "I am in a panic, Buffy. If I could, I'd keep you here so you wouldn't have to face what's out there. But I can't, so all I can do is try to prepare you for what's coming."
"Someone tries to hurt you? I swear I'll beat them to death with their own arm." hearing the petite blonde talk like that had to be a bit of a shock, but she sounded like she actualy meant it.
"You don't know that I feel the same way?" Of course, she had the strength to rip off someone's arm, but that wouldn't stop him from trying.
"I think you'd try, and look very macho doing so, and itd be very cute." She said with mock seriousness.
"Well, I'd hope that I'd succeed and look more than just cute," he said. And probably dead, too, if he didn't pull the damn thing off.
"No, really!" She was having fun breaking the mood a little, and being a smartass. "You got the whole 'Grr! Bad biker!' thing going, and a lot more!"
He just looked at her for a second before laughing. "I've been called a lot of things, but 'Grr, Bad biker' has yet to be one of them."
"Well, I mean you got the rugged thing going." Sure, she could kick his ass with one arm tied behind her back, but why rub that in? "Just don't get anywhere near these psycho vamps... because if you got hurt or worse? I'd totally cry. And do you want that on your conscience?"
He shook his head. "I wouldn't want you crying on my conscience." He figured they'd hold that against him in the afterlife. Making a pretty Slayer cry. "I'll do my very best to avoid psycho vampires, but only if you do the same, alright?"
"I... have a feeling that the guy who had Ms. Mareau killed won't be around a lot longer anyway." She knew Gwen was planning on going after him, and agreed to keep that to herself... besides, it was Gwen, right? She could take him.
He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment. She knew something that she wasn't telling him. "Just where do you get that sort of feeling?" he asked her in all seriousness.
"Oh. Just, you know..." she poked herself in the chest. "Slayer instinct. And all that good stuff."
"Did you just have a dream that told you so, or is there something that you're not telling me about?" he asked her. If she tried to go after him alone, he'd tie her up and lock her up in a heartbeat.
"If you're afraid of me going after him, fear not. I already have my own little project I'm workin' on. It's called Keeping My Watcher Alive." She looked at him, at once fearing for his safety and hating herself for feeling so strongly for him.
"Good, because I'd have to lock you up here and keep you from getting away if you were thinking of going yourself," he said to her in all seriousness. Well, he damn well would have tried, anyway. He knew that his feelings for her shouldn't be so strong, either, but what could he do about it?
"You know, the locking me up thing sounded way more sweet and romantic before I visualized it, then it just went into CreepyLand." Buffy stated with an emphatic nod.
"Well, I meant it in the sweet and romantic way," he told her, deciding to be honest. "I wasn't planning on keeping you in the basement next to a shrine or anything."
"Good. Wait... you have a shrine?" She asked, raising a brow.
"That was part of the joke," he told her. "No, I don't have a shrine. That would go right past the romantic and be stalker /serial killer type."
"But if you DO ever have one, let me know?" The blonde replied with a little grin. "Because I'm vain enough to want to make sure you at least use GOOD pictures of me."
He laughed. "If I ever turn crazy and start making shrines, trust me, you'll probably be the first to know."
"Right, well..." She sighed, dropping back into a fighting stance. "We should, you know... probably get back to training..." She felt things getting hot again...better to nip it in the bud...
He nodded, knowing what she was hinting toward. "You're right. If this guy is going to get taken out, we need to be as prepared as possible to help do so."