Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the show and characters. Author's Note: I was writing in my LiveJournal...and I wrote this there. I was a little bored, so if the errors were so bad that even Julia couldn't fix them, I'm sorry. You should also know that I wrote this while I was sick and lazy...I have excuses for everything! Please review – if you do, I promise a sequel!
-Waiting For The End-
The apocalypse was stopped, followed by others. Nothing changed...except the Scoobies had been whittled down to three: Buffy, Faith, and Kennedy.
The youngest was scared, everyone had died so suddenly...she could be next. Kennedy didn't like that uncertainty...and when the other two came back one night to find her body next to a suicide note, neither was surprised.
Another corpse, another loss. That didn't even matter anymore, it wasn't even surprising that Kennedy had lost her confidence -- especially after Willow was killed by her carelessness.
But, the hardest death had passed long ago, in the beginning-Dawn. When she had been turned, Buffy couldn't see past the face that so resembled that of her sister -- but Faith could.
Faith had plunged the stake into Dawn's heart right in front of the blonde Slayer's eyes...and after, Buffy could never love her the way she had before.
They had been lovers. Their love was a kind of legend, two great warriors who had gotten past tragedy and their own darkness -- only to be broken apart by death. Not even by their own deaths -- but, hell, a part of Dawn had probably intended for this to happen. She had never wanted them to be together.
Now, Buffy dug the hole and Faith cradled Kennedy's cold, stiff body in her arms -- like all of the other times. The brunette placed her -- it -- into the makeshift grave and they covered her with dirt, a large stone resting at the top as a grave-marker. The two remaining fighters stared in silence for a moment of remembrance and walked away.
This death wouldn't be their final, and both dreaded the next. The next wouldn't know how the other felt when left like this.
In mutual understanding, the two slayers' hands intertwined and they shared a kiss under the moonlight, trying to forget the fear of being solitary.