The Gathering 01.66 – The Gathering ReDux – Pt. 14

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            Sam was pulling out eggs and bacon, bread and milk.  She’d found herself driving Tina to her house Tina came down the stairs, wearing her shirt and a pair of boxer’s.  They were both freshly showered, and Tina‘s wet hair was pulled back.  Sam‘s was a tangled mess, she never bothered to comb it; and it gave her a wild look.

            “So did you watch the series finale of Angel?”  Sam asked, trying to think of something to say feeling awkward for some reason.  She looked around the kitchen for her good skillet and finally found it.

            “Yeah, I was so bummed.  Bette thinks…”  She cut herself off with a snap of her jaw.  “She thinks I have a thing for vampires.  I loved when Connor came back and they shipped Angel off in that coffin!  It was ghastly and so Joss Whedon.  The finale fell flat on its freaking face.  No Willow, no Buffy, boring just droves of crazy people.”  Tina giggled, sitting on the stool in front of the long bar.

            “So tell me why a busy doctor watches WB TV?  You told me it was a long story?”  Asked Tina, watching as Sam cooked breakfast.  She expertly cracked two eggs and began to speak, her voice soft and her indefinable accent drifted into it.

            “When C.J. got sick, I was only off Tuesdays and Wednesdays from having to work; and we started watching Buffy first, then Angel.  I bought all the DVD sets and we started watching them, getting cheap VCD’s off EBay to fill in the blanks.  It was a ritual, something we could lose ourselves in.  When C.J. died, I literally locked myself in a room and watched them all over again.  It was almost as if they held a little bit of her; in a really odd way, I guess they did.  My friend Marty that you met when you came for lunch at the hospital?”  She stopped, and Tina how hard it must be for her to talk about C.J., having seen Jayden tonight.  Tina remembered Marty, a handsome older man who had the most intense blue eyes.  “He’s the one that really pulled me out of my slump he sat with me for hours, watching the damn things.”  She grinned at the memory of Marty putting all the story lines together.