*WARNING: this one hurts*

*for the record: i love amy and karma. i hope that amy never ever ever gets mean like i'm about to write her in this fic. this is pretty much loosely inspired by BTVS: When She Was Bad. It's the first episode of season 2 and you can jump ahead to minute 24 if you want to see where my inspiration came from*

When Amy Was Bad

Part I

It had been a year since the wedding. A painful year. Farrah took Amy out of public school and sent her away to the East Coast where Karma Ashcroft couldn't touch her and the ideals of an almost military schedule at a religious all girls school could help to straighten her priorities out.

It was summer now and Amy was supposedly coming back. Karma hadn't heard from her. Amy didn't write and she didn't call.

It was Amy who had done the bad thing. Amy had chosen to fuck Liam Booker on the night of her mother's wedding after Karma spurned her love and sent her off into the night alone.

Karma tried to find her though. She tried to help.

It only took a few days for Karma to get nervous and investigate. She pestered a full breakdown out of Lauren and almost died when Lauren brought up religious prep school. Farrah had caught them together, Liam and Amy, and she had known right away what Amy had done. Extreme measures were taken. Amy was gone within the week. Put in summer school just to busy her. She was watched by day and locked in by night clear across the country where Karma couldn't help her.

After much stalking and prying Karma eventually got the name of the religious school where Amy was sent. She drove all the way out but security was tight. She stalked the grounds and waited outside the heavy rod-fences until Amy had PE. She yelled after her and Amy saw.

Amy ignored her though. She looked crushed. Karma tried for three straight days but there was no change and nothing she could do.

The year had been brutal without her. Pointless. She was over Liam Booker and over it all. All she wanted was to have Amy back.

She tried talking to Farrah but Amy's mom wasn't interested in alternative solutions. It didn't help either that Farrah secretly disliked Karma Ashcroft.

Around December Karma began to have the dreams. Amy flew home for winter break and Karma ran into her at the store and hugged her. Amy pushed her off and left without speaking. She didn't even look at her. She was like a robot, cruel and blank.

When Karma went to her house Amy had Farrah tell her to leave.

Karma dreamed about Amy on that very first night after seeing her. They were kissing and in bed. Amy was smiling and they laughed. It had been so long since Karma had seen Amy smile. She woke up happy then started to cry.

That was Christmas morning, the turning point.

For the rest of the year, Karma wrote Amy but received no answer. She realized rather soon after Christmas that she was in love with her, like really in love and she sent her long letters pleading for her to at least send that she heard.

With Amy gone it was all clear. Amy was Karma's reason to live. Her only reason.

Part II

Shane had watched Karma all year. After breaking up with Liam and losing Amy she retreated to her own company and spent most of her time alone looking sorrowful and serious. A broken shell of the bubbly person she had once been.

Naturally he felt bad for her. They had never been friends but Shane was worried about Amy and Karma obviously felt that way too.

If Amy ever wrote Shane would tell her. But she wasn't close with him like before. If she wrote at all it was a small fourword text.

The one he received two weeks ago simply said: Coming Home.

That's how Karma knew what was happening.

And when he got the text saying simply: El Fuego Saturday Night, he told Karma right away.

She was desperate and she had to go.

The preparation was intense. Shane took her shopping and helped her pick out a tight dress, a sexy one. They did her hair up big and put it up in just the right way. Shane wanted to guarantee that she looked the sexiest she had ever looked.

It was a full day of tears from Karma and nervousness. Shane was pushing her though, he supported her in every way. They became the most unlikely of friends, even Lauren had been texting them since Amy seemed different, not like herself at all.

"What if it's like Christmas?" Karma asked, dabbing at the tears under her eyes in front of the mirror with a white kleenex in her hands.

"Karma, you can't think that way." He said, kneeling beside her and hoping things could work. Her make-up was already running and they had just finished putting it on. She looked hot. She was ready. "Just breath and remember all the years that you've had. If Amy sees you like this she'll melt," Shane insisted. He wasn't sure but he wanted it to work in his deepest heart.

They got to the club early because missing her at all was not an option.

The music was loud and they got sprite sodas at the bar.

El Fuego had all-age night on the third Saturday of the month. The dj knew what it was about, people came to El Fuego to hook-up. If you weren't dancing you were making out on the couches and if you weren't doing either of those things you were in the parking lot having sex in your parents borrowed empty cars.

The music would get you hot and the rest was up to you.

Karma never came to El Fuego, ever. And as far as she knew, neither did Amy. But Amy would be there today, she would come. Karma wondered why, she just hated it, not knowing.

She waited with Shane for hours, worrying and pacing. She went to the bathroom three times, had two refills and an order of fries. And she ignored the many advances from the girls and boys from school who had wanted her ever since all her secrets came out. Karma Ashcroft had become a bit of a target for sexual advances. People weren't joking about it either. She was hot and they wanted her. She could sing and she had balls, she went after what she wanted and appeared to date both girls and guys.

Shane had much to do with that rep being what it was. After Amy left he felt so bad he began to spread rumors about how good she was in the sack. How Liam could never ever have better. It was crude and very high school but he did it all the same just to see her smile on a slow day when someone felt brave enough to talk her up.

Part III

The night was late when Amy arrived. The club would only be open for another hour since it was 11 o'clock.

Karma saw her right away. Amy entered and it was like all the air just sucked out of the room. Karma looked her up and down. She was wearing tall black heels and a very short black dress, it was tight and hugged her everywhere. The look in Amy's eyes was dead cold and blank. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in ringlets and when she walked she hit on the beat without even trying. A club mix of Lana Del Rey's Dark Paradise began to play.

The most out of place thing was the plain silver crucifix that dangled effortlessly over Amy's chest at the end of a very average silver chain.

Effortless and calculated, Amy oozed sex. Karma watched her, swallowing hard. It was like a slow-mo reveal, when someone enters and the music automatically slows. She waited and her own chest heaved. Her heart pounded where she stood, simply paralyzed by the sight of her.

This wasn't her Amy. This was a new Amy. Karma's Amy had changed.

Shane watched nervously. Karma had been staring so throughout that there was no way in hell he could've missed it. It didn't matter how much time had gone by or how lonely Karma had been. Amy was here now and so was Karma. They were together in the same room and he was waiting for it, just waiting.

He had never seen Amy like this.

She was tall and faultless, and she seemed to have no nerves or qualms.

She walked up to Karma and grabbed her hand without talking.

Karma followed feeling scared. Her heart pounded because of all the dreams she had had. She wanted Amy so much. In that dress with that hair, in those heels with that ass.

It was all she could do to just follow without speaking. She wanted to know her again, to make sure she was alright. She wanted to touch her and talk.

Amy pulled her onto the floor and immediately began dancing. Twisting with her knees together and dipping in front of Karma's body on the floor, her head reaching all the way down to Karma's stomach before coming up again real close, almost brushing her breasts and her lips.

"Shit," Karma breathed, trying to dance with Amy writhing sexily in front of her.

Amy came closer closing any gap. She put her hands on Karma's ass and pulled Karma into her by her ass so that she could rub to the music and feel that heat as the current of the music flowed and the beat took over her. She closed her eyes in the feeling of Karma against her just like she had always wanted.

Karma gasped when Amy brought her face near. She wrapped her hands behind Amy and tried to hug her but Amy took one of Karma's hands and turned into her so that her ass would be against Karma's front and Karma couldn't hug her like she wanted, she couldn't have her sweetly, not to today.

Amy dipped again and came up and started to rub on Karma. She moved her hair to one said and pushed Karma's face into her neck until Karma's lips touched her and she gasped.

Karma felt her whole body on fire. Amy was controlling her and she was hot. When Amy rubbed Karma felt it. The writhing was exciting but hard. Karma ached into it and let it be. Amy pulled Karma's hand onto her hip and Karma pulled her into her, breathing hard in her ear, moving her other hand up into Amy's hair and pushing Amy's head into hers so that she wouldn't twist away again.

Amy turned around anyway, it wouldn't work the way Karma had wanted. Karma lost her balance and almost fell but Amy caught her and rose her up, slipping her leg between Karma's and holding her to her like a baby doll, rolling her own body until she could see the desire in Karma's eyes. She ran a hand to the back of Karma's neck and pushed her into her and kissing her hard. She had pulled Karma's hair too and pushed her again, forcing her to kiss her and gasping when they broke

Karma loved it, it was hot. She felt her body react with Amy's leg beneath her and rubbing consistently at her center.

The song was about to end and Karma already felt like puddy in Amy's hands. Amy had come like a storm and taken over her, having her way. She had kissed her and pulled her hair, wrapped her up like a tornado, keeping her scared but grounded while she circled her and took what she wanted.

"Did you miss me?" Amy asked. Karma smiled into the kiss that Amy gave. Karma shook her head yes as Amy kissed her, pulling Karma's body into her tight and pushing down on Karma's hip bone, turning her on as they danced. Karma was only seconds from an orgasm. Amy had been that unexpected and that hot. Pushing her down onto her leg, kissing Karma again before breaking. "And don't you wish I'd say sorry?" Amy asked, breathing hard and looking her in the eyes. Her face was unreadable but she seemed genuine. Karma held that gaze as long as she could. All she wanted to say was...

"Yes," Karma said desperately without thinking. None of the Liam stuff mattered at all. She just wanted Amy back.

"That's too bad," Amy said, kissing her again and pushing Karma away off of her hard by a hand at Karma's neck.

Amy turned and walked away, leaving her there.

Karma watched almost stunned, with a hand at her throat. She wavered in her heels before stumbling to her side and falling down to her knees in an explosion of tears. She was completely depleted of energy and hope. Amy had came and scooped her up and attacked her. It was like a gunshot wound to the heart. Her whole world came crashing down.

Shane saw it, he saw it all.

"What the fuck, Amy?!" He said, passing her entirely to grab Karma from up off the floor. Karma was crying hard and holding her throat where Amy had last touched her. He pulled her up off the floor and brought her over to their stools.

Amy didn't say a thing and she didn't look back. She had gotten what she wanted.

Now Karma would hurt too.