Here she was, the Slayer, running for her life once again. Only this time she was alone.
“I’m tired, Buffy. Can’t we stop yet?” came the plaintive cry behind her.
Or almost alone Buffy thought to herself with a sigh. “It’s just a little farther Anya” She answered the cause of her woes. Anya and Xander had broken up and Anya wanting to change things back to the way they were had decided to try a Wish Spell from when she had been a demon. Unfortunately for both herself and Buffy the spell had partially worked. How Anya’ wishing for Willow’s attempt at bringing Buffy back to life to fail was supposed to keep her and Xander together Buffy still wasn’t sure.
And now because of Anya being double-crossed, Buffy who should’ve been dead, and Anya found themselves transported to this strange world where the Slayer hadn’t been bought back and the city of Sunnydale was overrun with demons of every type. But for Buffy that wasn’t the scariest part. The scariest thing was something she had so far managed to keep from Anya and back where they were still alive all her other friends as well. It was that she couldn’t make herself care. After being pulled out of Heaven, she was finding it hard for things that happened here to matter to her.
The only reason they had survived the week they had been in this new world was because Buffy’s body had been running on autopilot. When the monsters attacked she just let her body do what it had been trained to do.
When they had arrived, it hadn’t taken long for the two of them to find trouble as the necklace trapping them in this Wishverse was immediately taken from Anya by the very large red demon Anya had made her deal to restore it’s power with, as Buffy had been fighting off a demon attack timed to keep her busy. Buffy had finished off the last demon just in time to save Anya from a fatal blow by the demon. Having what he wanted the demon had casually brushed aside the worn-out slayer and flew off. They had soon learned that the demon ruled this world and shortly after, the two had found themselves being hunted by every demon in the city. It was Anya’s mention of needing a fortress that had reminded Buffy of the Initiative’s complex under UC Sunnydale which is what they had been calling home for the past week and where they were headed now after a food run.
And as they finally made it to the tunnels leading into the complex Buffy once again asked herself, Why? Why do I bother fighting or going out for food? But a sound behind her gave her the answer as she turned and found Anya collapsed out of exhaustion just inside the complex. As annoying as she sometimes found her, there was an innocence to the girl that demanded to be protected. And Buffy could no more deny that call than she could deny a cry for help from her sister who until now had been her only reason to keep living. With a sigh she set down the spoils of their raid, collected Anya into her arms and carried the troublesome girl to their room.
Anya had absolutely refused to sleep alone in the place that had spawned Adam. And having learned a little discretion she didn’t even mention (yuck) Riley. So she and Buffy had been sharing a room since Buffy had forced an opening into the secret military base.
She awakened the morning after one of their rare exits to retrieve food, to the smell of eggs and bacon. She warily opened her eyes to the sight of Buffy waving breakfast under her nose. She couldn’t help the glowing smile that appeared on her face at the sight of Buffy offering her breakfast in bed or the thought that followed. She’s bringing me breakfast in bed and we haven’t even had sex. She thought giddily.
The smile faded as she remembered where they were and the wish she had made to bring them here. I can’t believe I wished she were still dead. She took the tray and started eating, so deep in thought that she never noticed the slightly hurt look on Buffy’s face as she neglected to thank the slayer or even say good morning.
The night she and Xander had broken up had started the same as most other nights at his apartment, with sex. And it was during the sex that Anya had made her mistake. She was thinking about how good it felt to have Buffy back and slowly that had changed to a fantasy she had often had since the blonde’s death and resurrection.
**Anya was surrounded by vicious bunnies. They covered the floor of the Magic Box with her trapped in a section that was getting smaller every second. And just as they are about touch her, like magic Buffy was there kicking the voracious beasts away.
Anya ran to Buffy hugging her and coving her face in small kisses. “Thank you, Buffy. You save my life” She gasped out. Then she captured those lips with hers sliding her tongue over Buffy’s and deepening the kiss. Buffy greedily returned the kiss, mouths crushing together in a furious hunger that would no longer be denied.
And suddenly they were naked in a soft bed. Buffy sliding her hand over Anya’s breast, kneading it and pinching the nipple. Anya gasped and moaned with the need for more.
“Mmm, Buffy” she called.
Encouraged, Buffy slipped a hand between Anya’s legs and started to gently fondle the lips of her vagina. Ever so slowly Buffy slid her fingers into Anya as her other hand continued to play with her breast, her lips only leaving Anya’s for that much needed air. Anya could feel the pressure building, rising, until finally Buffy’s fingers found her clit “Oooh, Buffy!” she came with a shout. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, gasping, panting, a smile of complete satisfaction on her face.
She slowly opened her eyes…
And was hit by what had happened as she saw the look on Xander’s face. She didn’t know what that look was called, but deep inside her she had known that she had lost Xander forever**
After that she had felt the need to place the blame for this on someone else, and her confused feelings about Buffy made her the perfect target. But after a week trapped in this Wishverse with Buffy, she found herself unable to continue to blame the slayer who had done nothing. Looking inside herself, Anya could see that she had always been attracted to the slayer, and just before she had died Anya had actually started to have feelings other than lust for Buffy. She had just planned on keeping it to herself and staying in her nice safe relationship with Xander.
Now in the hope that Buffy could fix things she had been forced to tell the Slayer that she had wished she were still dead (although she hadn’t told her why) and ruining any chance of a relationship.