Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I am using the characters, places, and situations as a mere tool for my imagination. I am not nearly as brilliant as Joss Whedon, and I just wanted to borrow his brilliance.
"Get out!" the petite blonde yelled as she threw a pillow across the room at the brunette man who grabbed his pants and hurried to the door.

"Look sweetie," he said.

"I," she threw his shirt at him, "am," she threw some of his CDs at him, "not," she threw the remote at him, "your sweetie!" she yelled as she threw a lamp that barely missed his head.

"Well, Buffy, what did I do?" he asked as he stood at the door.

"WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU DO?" Buffy yelled raising her voice with every word. "Let's start with you getting me fired. Or we could start with how you lied to me about your secretary, which by the way is so cliché. Or we could start with how you pulled my file from your work, because you wanted to know if I was keeping something from you!"

"Well, you always go out at night and I wanted to know why, besides I didn't get your file from work, I had to ask my police buddy to give it to me," he said.

"YOU ARE THE WORST LAWYER EVER! You can't keep your goddamn mouth shut, can you? I am so glad that this is over, because I don't know if I could live another second with you in this apartment!" Buffy walked over to the door, opened it, and pushed him out. As she tried to shut it however, he put his arm in the way.

"You know, if you were more open about things, we wouldn't have had this problem." He said, and he realized he had said the wrong thing. He could see the fire in her eyes as she pushed him out of the door and she slammed it in his face. "You realize that this is my apartment!" his muffled voice yelled from the hall.

Buffy locked the door and spent her time going through the apartment grabbing all of her things and putting them into a box. Revenge. It was sweet. She had thrown Christopher out of his own apartment, and here she stood triumphant. In a banker's box, she started to put her things away. There were several CDs, some clothes, a few photos, and some knick-knacks that she threw in. As she took a last walk through the apartment, she started to feel really happy about what had just happened. She had finally let go of all the guilt she felt about being the bad girlfriend. Not being there for her boyfriend, it being her fault that he was cheating, and that she should have shared the fact that she was a slayer with him. They had been together for almost a year, but he kept keeping things from her so she did the same. She kept telling herself that once things were going to get serious, she would tell him. But things never got serious. So she never said a thing.

Just before she was about to leave the apartment, Buffy grabbed her keys, and took the key to this apartment off. She left it on the dining room table, walked out of the door, and sighed. Buffy was so relieved to get out of the apartment that she left the door open. She was glad that she did not see Christopher on her way out.

Although Buffy was glad that she had finally ended things with Christopher, she started to feel bad. They had been together for eight months, and she had seen everything spiraling out of control from when they got together. Hellmouth or no Hellmouth, Buffy had no luck in relationships. As she stepped out of the building and walked to her car, Buffy lost all of the happiness that she had had with ending the relationship. She was suddenly depressed.

Buffy pulled out of the parking lot and found herself driving to her home where she lived with Willow, Dawn, and whatever slayer needed help. Moving to San Francisco was not her favorite move, but the gang had come along. Dawn enjoyed her new school, Willow was finishing up a degree, Xander got another construction job, and at night they all trained slayers. Buffy had a desk job at an insurance office, but it had flexible hours. After the end of the Hellmouth, and Angel's team breaking apart, Buffy felt that home was a little smaller now. Giles was flying all over the place trying to form a new Watcher's council. Angel stayed in L.A. and tried to start a new detective agency with his partners Gunn and Illyria. Spike, oh how she wished she knew where Spike was, he had disappeared. The bleach-blond vampire was nowhere to be found.