Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Author's Note: This is set sometime during season 7, with no specific episode in mind. And remember, reviews are pretty great on one chapter writings. And just to be clear, this is a drabble. For those of you not in the know, let me refer you to the Fan Fiction Dictonary: http:// expressions. populli. net/ dictionary. html. Remove the spaces and check under "D".
There are things they don't talk about – yellow crayons, barbies, aquaman underoos. These things go unspoken because they are not their only bond anymore. Now they share love – for Buffy – fear – of demons – need – to save the world.
But these nights, when the end of days looms so close, they remember their history. They remember life before slaying, when they did not need to know the plural of apocalypse. But they also remember an afternoon on a bluff when the world was saved by a yellow crayon and a hug. They know it's that history that keeps them here now.