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Jun. 3rd, 2003

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A post-Chosen fic, continued from what I posted yesterday

“No, I haven’t seen or heard from her since...the day before yesterday.” Xander peered into his cup to see if there was even a drop of yummy caffinated stuff, something he could catch on his tongue to slake his craving. Damn. Nothing. He set it on his desk and refocused on the conversation. Dawn sounded really worried. Worried like he hadn’t heard her in, well at least since they’d settled down here in..

“What?” Xander was jolted back again when Dawn mentioned something about Buffy’s bag.

“Her bag is here. With all her stuff in it. She didn’t take anything.” Panic was beginning to tinge the young woman’s voice.

Xander hadn’t seen Buffy without that bag in…well at least 3 years, ever since…

“And there’s no note, nothing on the machine, I’ve already called Willow and Giles and they don’t know anything either.”

“So I’m your last hope, huh?”

“Are you even listening to me Xander?” Dawn’s voice took on a hard edge, very reminiscent of her older sister.

“Okay. Okay. Yes. I get you. No Buffy. Just bag. I’m sorry.” Xander wiped his hand across his forehead and became duly sheepish. “No, Dawnie. I haven’t seen her. I haven’t heard from her. I’ll be right there.”

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