Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: Season four with a whole bunch of wrentches thrown into it.
PART ONE
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There were easier ways for her to travel than by bus. She could shake the clouds and blow like the wind. She could ride on the back of an eagle. Or, when time was of the essence, she could simply disappear in a shimmer and reappear wherever and whenever she chose. However, there was plenty of time to get to her destination and she enjoyed the bus. There was just something about cramming thirty or so strangers into a cramped vehicle that
really inspired the worst in humanity. This appealed to her greatly, and she enjoyed playing with them.
So she sat, leaning foreword slightly, her eyes focused intently on an argument taking place between the driver and a passenger.
"What the hell are you trying to do? Freeze all of us? It's not like its summer anymore!" the normally soft-spoken young man bellowed out again.
"Look I already told you if you don't sit down Im gonna have to stop the damn bus," returned the annoyed bus driver, a grandfatherly looking man in his late fifties, "besides the air-conditioning is NOT even on. Some people must have their windows open and we are driving
pretty fast!"
"Not fast enough," belted out the angry passenger.
"Just sit the hell down."
She shook with silent laughter from her aisle seat at the back as the bus swerved slightly. The passengers all attributed the convulsive movements of the vehicle to the argument that was distracting the driver. No one would even think that the young women at the back in the gray University of Sunnydale sweatshirt, with smiling eyes and a hand over her mouth to cover her giggles, was actually to blame.
The young man at the front of the bus, forgetting why he had started the fight with the driver in the first place, began to return to his seat until his glance caught a pair of
friendly brown eyes that shined yellow for an instant, and he made his way back up to the front even angrier then before.
Oh yeah... plenty of time, she thought running her hands through her medium length brown hair. The Gentlemen won't even be in Sunnydale for another couple of days.
She snuggled down further into her chair and simply enjoyed herself as her fellow passengers began to fidget in annoyance for reasons they couldn't even comprehend.
Plenty of time.
Edited by: xita