Ok so I know there's already a Buffy Season 8 Comic thing, but I haven't read it and I'm sort of doing my own version—what I think could happen after the destruction of the Sunnydale hellmouth. Takes place in Cleveland. Buffy/Spike to come later. The Scoobies are still going strong, training the other Slayers, and then sending them out into the world to fight the forces of darkness and all that good stuff. Takes place in a house, with a large basement meant for training. They've been here for around 3 months (typical summer break).
Begins like Season 6, hustling and bustling around a house with cheery music playing. There are many teenage girls wandering around (this is the Slayer headquarters), but own main focus is Buffy, as she sticks her head into various rooms, evidently looking for someone. She makes her way downstairs and goes to the kitchen, then finally down to the basement below. Down there, there is an unexpectedly large room. A huge room, in fact, with many girls punching and kicking. Xander is standing in front of them, leading the drills. Giles is sitting by a large stack of books in an armchair.
Giles: Good morning, Buffy. Do you have a minute?
Buffy: I have many. But none that I can spare at the moment. I have to get Dawn off to school. Raincheck?
Giles: Yes, alright. Dawn's education is obviously paramount.
Buffy: Do you know where she is?
Giles: The last place on earth you'd like to be.
Cuts to a sign that says Library, over a door. It is part of the basement, with nice leather chairs and stacks upon stacks of leather-bound books. Dawn is sitting in one, Indian style, taking notes in a little Composition book.
Buffy: There you are. Dawn, you're gonna be late.
Dawn: Do I really have to go? I'm head of Intel. As in intelligence. As in already smart. Besides, I think I'm making real progress on this demon thing.
Buffy: Getting smarter won't kill you. And if all we know is that this thing has scales, it could be any one of a few thousand. Come on. All that Fitzgerald isn't going to read itself. Have some toast before you go, too.
Dawn: I'm part of an international organization of vampire-fighting bad-asses. Is 11th grade really necessary? It's not like I'm learning anything that can help Emily kill this scale-y thing.
Buffy: You never learn anything useful in High School. That's the point.
Dawn stares incredulously back at her.
Buffy: OK, I was the Chosen One and I had to go. Suck it up. Come on, I'll take you over.
Dawn: Oh no. You can't come with. Remember what happened last time you took me in on my first day? You aren't allowed to work at my school again.
Buffy: Fine. Xander can do it. Go eat the toast.
Dawn walks upstairs, grumbling. Buffy walks over to Xander while the girls he was training are now stretching.
Xander: Wow, Buff, you're really getting a hang of this mother-y business.
Buffy: Only took me 3 years. How do the new recruits look?
Xander: Not bad. They may be ready for a little graveyard action tonight if you can take 'em.
Buffy: Not tonight. I have a date.
Xander: Oh right, going out with Trevor again aren't you?
Buffy: We're going out to dinner. Like at a restaurant with waiters and tables and everything.
Xander: When are we gonna meet him? It sounds like you two are getting moderately serious.
Buffy: It may be heading serious-ward. And so far he's shown a distinct lack of fangs, and bumpies so that's a good sign.
Xander: No demonic tendencies. Ding ding ding. We have a winner.
Buffy: It's just so weird going on dates where I don't have to beat people up.
Xander: Spike was never really one to take you out for Italian, was he?
Buffy: He liked Italian. Hated French. Said it was too runny he never really filled him up, and apparently it tasted like…I'm just gonna shut up now.
Xander: Just a tip, but maybe talking about your vampire ex-boyfriend's racially based blood preferences is something you'll want to avoid with Trevor. Might be a bit of a turn-off.
Buffy: God Xand, you're such a romantic. How have you managed to stay single this long?
Xander: It's just a part of my charm I guess.
Willow rushes in.
Willow: Buffy where are the crossbows? Some of the mid-level recruits want to practice.
Buffy: Which kind do they want? Compound or recurve?
Willow: The arrow shoot-y kind?
Buffy: I'll get both. Turns to walk away. Oh Xand, can you take Dawnie to school?
Xander: I'm on it.
Cuts to Dawn, standing in a large kitchen, spreading jelly on some toast. Andrew is standing next to her, leaning on the island. There are other teenage girls milling about the kitchen as well, all discussing weapons and fighting strategy.
Andrew: So then Xena and I started doing the tango, but Batman jumped in and was all stay away from my woman. But it was really weird cause it was George Clooney Batman and not the comic ones and I've always found the movies to be lackluster.
Dawn: Sounds like a pretty intense dream.
Xander: Dawnie, I'm ready to ferry you across Styx to your own personal Hades. You ready?
Dawn: If by ferry you mean drive and Hades you mean Roosevelt High, then sure, I just need to grab my backpack. She hurries away to grab her bag then out the door.
Xander grabs a bagel.
Xander: Mmm. Token for the ferryman.
Dawn comes back into the room and they begin to walk out.
Andrew: Don't you want to hear the end? There are some great guest appearances by the Justice League and…
Awesome theme music plays. YEEAAAAAAH!
The kitchen. Willow is in there, eating a sandwich in her pjs, and is on a laptop. Xander walks in.
Willow: Dawnie get to school alright?
Xander: No major accidents along the 10-block drive. I deserve a medal.
Willow: Congrats. Xander picks up Willow's sandwich takes a bite.
Xander: Turkey. So what's new on the wonderful world of the internet?
Willow: I was just doing some research about Roosevelt High.
Xander: Why are you looking up Dawn's new school?
Willow: Because I wanted to check up on the level of demonic activity there. You know, disappearances, beheadings, flayings, swim team turning into monsters. The usual.
Xander: Ah memories. So any luck? Demonic principal? Ghosts? What's the big bad?
Willow: That's the thing. There doesn't seem to be any.
Xander: What? No puppets coming to life? No hot teachers turning out to be giant bugs preying on innocent virgins.
Willow: Nothing. It's like the school is far enough away from the Hellmouth, wherever it is, that the activity isn't focused there.
Xander: Weird. A High School that isn't waiting to pull the students down into the fire-y pits of hell. Must be nice.
Cuts to Dawn, sitting at the dinner table with Giles, Willow, Kennedy, Xander, Andrew.
Dawn: It was terrible. There's this girl in my English class. She's so mean, she has got to be a demon. I'm serious, she's mean and nasty and the laughed at my sneakers and I'm pretty sure you can't have boobs like that and be fully human.
Willow: I dunno, Dawnie, maybe that's just how high school is. Kennedy is playing footsie with Willow under the table. (whispered ) Stop it.
Giles: Sometimes people are just insufferable. But they're still people. We can't just jump to conclusions about every person's demonic heritage based on pure dislike.
Willow: Like Buffy's roommate in college. She was fussy and annoying and she listened to Cher constantly but she was… actually a demon. Maybe that wasn't an appropriate anecdote.
Andrew: Dawn, do you want to hear what happened after I fought Batman for Xena's love?
Giles: How is the library at this institution?
Dawn: There's a lot less vampire books than I've ever seen at a school before. All they had was some Anne Rice stuff.
Giles: Well that's terribly uninformative. She seems to think that vampires can't be killed by stakes. I mean really.
They all laugh. What a fool!
Xander: Maybe it's a little sad how funny we all found that.
Cuts to Xander and Willow in the kitchen again, this time doing dishes.
Willow: I wonder how Buffy's date with the Trevor guy is going.
Xander: She seems pretty into him.
Willow: What's the matter? You still carrying that Buffy torch from Sophomore year?
Xander: No, no torch-carrying. Well not for Buffy.
Willow: Anya?
Xander doesn't respond. Finally. Xander: It's stupid.
Willow: It's not stupid. You loved her and she's gone. Believe me, I know it's hard.
Xander: It's just stupid because I keep thinking she's gonna come back for me. I keep thinking that I'll go talk to that girl or whatever. Then I say no, I can't do it, because I'm trying to win back Anya. I keep forgetting she's gone.
Willow: Xander…
Xander: I want to go out tonight. I want to try to get my mind off my ex-demon ex-girlfriend and move on with my life.
Willow: Are you sure you're ready to venture forth and seek females again?
Xander: I need to. The only way I can think to get over her is to find someone else. Like you did with Kennedy.
Willow: Xander, it wasn't easy at first. I felt with every girl I even looked at that I was hurting Tara. Do you remember when I turned into Warren? Cause that was creepy. But after awhile, it got better, and easier, and now I have a girlfriend with a tongue ring. But you shouldn't try to rush things.
Xander: I need this now. I need to go look for someone new. I need to try to be happy again.
Willow: If you're sure.
Xander: I'm sure.
Willow: Then whattaya say to some good old-fashioned Willow-Xander girl hunting?
Xander: What if she turns out to be some horrible monster?
Willow: That's never stopped you before.