I’ll admit that the first time I saw Gunn I didn’t think very highly of him.  I mean, he seemed to live on the street, he tried to kill Angel and well, sometimes Queen C rears her ugly head and I judge people.  Now that I have gotten to know him though, it’s different.  He’s funny and sweet and tough because he has to be.  He fits perfectly here with Angel, Wesley and I.  We are all warriors against the evil no one else admits to.  I remember the first time we all went out after one of my visions.  I had been planning on going out that night so I was dressed in a short dress and heels, but a vision hit and my plans were derailed.  Gunn asked me if I wanted to change before we left, but I knew we had to leave immediately so I told him I was fine.  I caught him looking at me several times as we headed out to where the trouble was going to be.  I could tell he was unsure about if I could handle myself, but since Angel and Wesley weren’t saying anything about it he was keeping quiet.

In my vision I saw some demons attacking a group of fisherman on the docks and we got there just as the attack began.  Gunn seemed to attach himself to my side as we entered the fray, I assume because he didn’t think I could handle myself.  One of the demons grabbed me from behind, but I quickly disentangled myself from him, but not before he slimed my dress.  This made me a little upset.  You can’t imagine how much I end up spending on dry cleaning working for Angel, but I digress.  I pulled out the dagger that Angel had given me and quickly sunk it into the demons chest like Wesley had told me to.  As Gunn and I watched the demon turn to a pile of goo I saw another one coming up behind Gunn and yelled to him to duck as I through the knife at the demon.  Unfortunately, I only hit his arm, but it was enough time for Gunn to turn and stab him in the chest.

I remember laughing at the way Gunn looked at me then.  He was stunned and couldn’t seem to put words together into sentences so I explained to him that I had been fighting demons for four years and was quite capable of taking care of myself.  I did thank him for trying to help me, though.  The thought that counts and all.

After the fight we all went back to my apartment and Angel made eggs and we laughed and joked like we always did.  It took a few minutes, but soon Gunn was laughing and joking with us.  Since then the four of us have spent many a night and early morning like that.  Gunn has even introduced us to all the young people that he trained to fight evil.  I feel sorta bad for them, though.  They seem so hardened.  I mean, Buffy, Willow, Xander and I were doing the same thing at their age, but we were more, um, normal, I guess.  We were, sorta, involved in school and we had fun.  We went to the Bronze, we laughed and hung out.  I want to help Gunn bring that into his group.  Just because their circumstances suck, doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t have some fun.

I’ve even talked to Angel about it.  Maybe taking some of them shopping or clubbing or something that could be called fun.  I don’t think he took me seriously at first, not that that is unusual, but he seemed to understand the more I explained to them.  Wesley even agreed with me, which sorta shocked me.  Now all I have to do is talk to Gunn about it.  I don’t know why I am nervous, but I am.  I want him to like the idea.  I want him to want my help.  I want him to want me.

Whoa.  Where did that come from?  I want Gunn to want me?  His opinion matters to me?  Oh God, it does.  I mean, he is kinda cute in an us against the world kind of way, but…

What am I saying?  But nothing.  Why wouldn’t I like Gunn?  He’s cute and funny and caring and when he looks at me I get all weak in the knees.  What do I do now?  Tell him?  Wait for him to make a move?  What if he doesn’t make a move?  I wish I had someone to talk to.  We really need to get another girl around here.  I just can’t talk to Angel and Wesley about this kind of thing.  Maybe I’ll email Willow about it.

Gunn should be here any minute.  I should go make sure I look okay.  Oh God, I’m primping for him.  I haven’t primped in forever.  Great, now I’m blushing.  That’s all I need.  Him to walk in here and find me all red and blotchy.  I’ll just casually go into the bathroom and freshen up.  I liked it better when I hadn’t figured out I liked him.

THE END