Getting His Rocks Back

Geeze, I really counted my chickens on this one. Sorry for the hiatus, but real life has robbed me of my time of typing and updating. I’ve tweaked my schedule a bit, and I think my time management is much better. I’ve got up on sleep, and hopefully (emphasis on the “hopeful” part) will update the other stories in the next few days. Hope this chapter explains some things, and that you all are still reading, reviewing, and enjoying.

Thanks to Anon, Kimber, Jen, Dee, James lee and Stace!


Two months earlier…


First I told him he had a low sperm count. I mean, he must’ve right? After nearly a year of trying, I still wasn’t pregnant. But then, I finally missed my period. I peed on the little stick, and it came up with a plus sign. I thought I was dreaming- it finally happened. Two weeks later, there was blood all over my bathroom floor. I couldn’t stop bleeding. I couldn’t stop crying, screaming in agony from physical and emotional pain. I lost my baby.

I almost wished I had been dreaming. Losing that life inside of me… it was the moxcruxcruciating thing I’ve ever been through in my life. I became utterly depressed. It was like there was this dark void in me that could never be filled. I felt dead inside. All of the warmth, and life and light disappeared from me in an instant.

Shortly after, I went from being hurt to being angry- angry at anyone and everyone but me. I took it out on the one person who stood by me: my husband, William.

“Will, I said I wanted to be alone. You being here is the opposite of what I asked.”

“I know. But I just wanted to know if you’re alright.”

“Why? You and I both know what you think. You think I’m not alright.”

“And I’d be correct. Buffy, love, we can try again. See a doctor, maybe.”

“What?! See a doctor? I hope you mean you, cause there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me.” I said in indignation. I dared him with my eyes to challenge me. He swallowed hard.

“Look, you’ve had too much to drink and-“

“It was only one glass.” I said sullenly, turning my back on him.

"It doesn't count as one when you refill it seven times. A comfy chair and a bottle of liquor isn't gonna make our problems go away."

“There wouldn’t be a problem if you had quality sperm.” I felt so angry and hot. The alcohol inside of me was like this comforting elixir. In reality, it was nothing but a disillusioning poison.

“What, what are you saying?” He asked cautiously, though I could see the fire flickering in his blue eyes. *There’s my guy.* I thought. I needed a fight, and I provoked the closest person to me.

“Maybe you should go to the doctor and get a prescription for some testicles, Willy.” I said with my hands on my hips- my mouth a thin line. His eyes darkened at that.

“Actually, I have been to the doctor. Dr. Levinson ran the tests, and I am one hundred percent healthy. So that means that the problem is with you, sweet heart.”

“I can’t believe you just said that. There is *nothing* wrong with me.” I was determined to believe what I was saying. I said it with such conviction, but he cut right through me, nevertheless.

“No. When you told me that I had a low sperm count, Iieveieved it. It was possible, wasn’t it? I got myself checked out and found out that I’m just fine. I knew that with your ‘holier than thou’ attitude, you wouldn’t get yourself checked out immediately like I did.”

“You’re lying.”

“Don’t you get it? Don’t you see? You’re the one that’s wrong.” I was so completely pissed off when he said that. I couldn’t even look at him. I left the house. I needed to get away. I needed to prove him wrong. Later that night when I ran into Liam Angelo, a former boyfriend of mine, I figured he could help prove my point. Of course, I was wrong.


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Present


Buffy couldn't be happier. She was on some sort of natural high since last night. Will couldn't have been more amazing. She couldn't seem to stop smiling. That is until she ran into Liam, her ex lover, on her afternwalkwalk.

"Buffy, long time, no see. I get the feeling that you've been avoiding me. Am I right?" He questioned as he lightly caressed her collar bone with the tips of his fingers. She roughly slapped his hand away in repulsion.

"Don't touch me. And don't play crazy. I told you, it's over." She stated as she began to walk away. He grasped her wrist and jerked her close to his body- flesh to flesh.

"No, don't you play games with me. You know good and well you never could and never will love him like you love me. Remember, I was there first. Nothing will ever chathatthat." He said in reference to her virginity. The pair had a long, sordid history, which Will was unaware of.

"That was a long time ago. I was a fool then. I've changed. I know what's good for me now, and you're not him. And who said that I ever loved you?" She retorted vehemently, all the while attempting to pull away from him. But he wouldn't let her go. She wasn't fearful, however. It was broad daylight in the very watchful neighborhood.

"Hey, who're you trying to convince; me or you? You know that no one can give it to you like I can. Especially that limp piece of -" He was cut off by her smacking him hardly across his face. He turned back and gave her a look that seemed so empty, and yet so evil.

"You know he's going to leave you, right? He'll leave you all alone, and you'll comewlinwling back to me."

"He would never leave me. You're wrong about him, and you're wrong about me. Now let me go." Said aid with determination.

"Don't waste a good thing. You're gonna miss the water now that the waters gone dry, lover." He sneered at her as he let her go. She gave him a deadly look before storming away, never looking back.

"I never said he'd willing leave you, babe." He muttered to himself as he slowly backed away.


A/N: I tried to stick close to the themes in season six. Even borrowed some dialogue. I think that if Riley hadn’t been married in “As you Were,” that Buffy would have fallen into his arms only to make herself feel normal again. She was selfish like that, after all. Please review!!