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Where The Streets Have No Name by Emony (PG-13)
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crack_van! I have very much enjoyed driving the Buffy Van this month and some of you have been kind enough to let me know that you've enjoyed the fics. Thank you for that, as I was worried no one would read such a niche as Trio Fics. :) I'm going to leave you with one of my favourite fics ever. I hope you like it.
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Warren/Andrew (some Andrew/Xander)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emony
Author Website: Emony's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
Where The Streets Have No Name is the saddest Warren/Andrew love story I've ever read. Set post-Chosen, Xander has finally accepted that he is attracted to Andrew and they are living together in New York. However, somehow, Warren is back, and one brief glance of him on the street throws Andrew's happy domestic equilibrium into serious tailspin. How and why he has returned Andrew does not know, he simply must find him again. But at what price?
He knew it wasn't possible, not really, but there it was right before him. Well, right across the street from him anyway. He watched the figure moving through the crowds. He knew it couldn't be a ghost - it wasn't at all translucent or even fuzzy round the edges. Also, people didn't generally move out of the way when a ghost was passing in their midst. They mostly wouldn't see it, and if they did, it would be .. well, translucent or fuzzy or something. This, however, was not. This was a clear, breathing, moving person, passing through the post-lunch crush of other people on the busy main street. It was too busy to really see what he was doing, was he carrying anything, what was he wearing, but Andrew watched anyway, open-mouthed, and tried to make out these, or any, details. It was just too much to be real.
At first, Andrew thought he was probably dreaming. It didn't feel like a dream though, and when he bit his tongue he didn't wake up, so he decided it must be real. He tracked the man with his eyes - maybe it was just a coincidence. After all, everyone has a doppelganger, right? Maybe this guy was just that, someone who happened to look exactly like someone else, but really wasn't. That had to be it. But then, the hair was exactly the same. The exasperated look at being held back by the crowds of people on the street. Even the way he walked, the way he held himself, looked familiar.
The stranger was moving further and further away, and Andrew started to move, shadowing him down the opposite side of the street, separated by a thousand yellow taxi cabs, bicycles, and SUVs. He sensed something coming and looked down to check his footing, moving to avoid the newspaper box, and when he looked up again the man was gone. Disappeared into the crowd.
A profound sense of loss washed over Andrew, and he felt the sudden, aching knowledge that he was never going to see him again. This was it. One last look. For some reason, the Powers had decided to show him this vision, and as much as it was something he'd wished desperately for from the second he'd heard from Anya in that dirty little prison cell that Warren was gone, it suddenly wasn't enough.
Where The Streets Have No Name
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Don't forget to leave feedback if you enjoy the story!
crack_van! I have very much enjoyed driving the Buffy Van this month and some of you have been kind enough to let me know that you've enjoyed the fics. Thank you for that, as I was worried no one would read such a niche as Trio Fics. :) I'm going to leave you with one of my favourite fics ever. I hope you like it.Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Warren/Andrew (some Andrew/Xander)
Author on LJ:
emonyAuthor Website: Emony's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
Where The Streets Have No Name is the saddest Warren/Andrew love story I've ever read. Set post-Chosen, Xander has finally accepted that he is attracted to Andrew and they are living together in New York. However, somehow, Warren is back, and one brief glance of him on the street throws Andrew's happy domestic equilibrium into serious tailspin. How and why he has returned Andrew does not know, he simply must find him again. But at what price?
He knew it wasn't possible, not really, but there it was right before him. Well, right across the street from him anyway. He watched the figure moving through the crowds. He knew it couldn't be a ghost - it wasn't at all translucent or even fuzzy round the edges. Also, people didn't generally move out of the way when a ghost was passing in their midst. They mostly wouldn't see it, and if they did, it would be .. well, translucent or fuzzy or something. This, however, was not. This was a clear, breathing, moving person, passing through the post-lunch crush of other people on the busy main street. It was too busy to really see what he was doing, was he carrying anything, what was he wearing, but Andrew watched anyway, open-mouthed, and tried to make out these, or any, details. It was just too much to be real.
At first, Andrew thought he was probably dreaming. It didn't feel like a dream though, and when he bit his tongue he didn't wake up, so he decided it must be real. He tracked the man with his eyes - maybe it was just a coincidence. After all, everyone has a doppelganger, right? Maybe this guy was just that, someone who happened to look exactly like someone else, but really wasn't. That had to be it. But then, the hair was exactly the same. The exasperated look at being held back by the crowds of people on the street. Even the way he walked, the way he held himself, looked familiar.
The stranger was moving further and further away, and Andrew started to move, shadowing him down the opposite side of the street, separated by a thousand yellow taxi cabs, bicycles, and SUVs. He sensed something coming and looked down to check his footing, moving to avoid the newspaper box, and when he looked up again the man was gone. Disappeared into the crowd.
A profound sense of loss washed over Andrew, and he felt the sudden, aching knowledge that he was never going to see him again. This was it. One last look. For some reason, the Powers had decided to show him this vision, and as much as it was something he'd wished desperately for from the second he'd heard from Anya in that dirty little prison cell that Warren was gone, it suddenly wasn't enough.
Where The Streets Have No Name
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Don't forget to leave feedback if you enjoy the story!