Written for Open on Sunday LJ community's challenge #89, Time.
by Zzilly14
She walks into the library, deciding she doesn't want to fulfill her sacred duty as the Slayer. I don't understand. What is wrong with teenagers today?
She walks into the library, feeling guilty of what happened to Angel. But I can't scold her - she didn't know. All I want to do is support her the best I can.
She walks into the library, sullen face, and admits to what happened with Angel. "I kissed him... and I killed him," she says. The poor girl has been through so much. I'm only her Watcher, but she's... almost a daughter to me.
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She sits after the Ascension and the Mayor's destruction, worn and tired. I hand her the diploma she's rightfully earned. All she can say is, "Fire bad, tree pretty." Yet another apocalypse averted.
She walks into my apartment, wanting me to be her Watcher. But I hold that title no longer... I want to be there for her, but she's in college. She's not a child anymore.
She walks into the room, and I'm going to tell her I'm leaving. She doesn't need me. But she admits that she wants me to be her Watcher again. I can't leave now.
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I walk into the shop, and she's staring at me, her face glowing with life. I can't believe she's alive... It's a miracle. But then again, I always thought she was.
I walk into the back room, helping her train. She doesn't realize when I start singing. "Wish I could play the father and take you by the hand." I wish I could stay here to guide her, but I'm just... standing in the way.
I return to Sunnydale to help Willow, but I've realized how much Buffy has grown up. Although, sleeping with Spike wouldn't constitute for adult-like behavior.