A/N Short prologue, basically this is going to be my version of what happens after they finally succeed in blowing up Sunnydale, the first part is lifted from the show, with my bits added in to turn it into the story, but the rest will be mostly my idea. I hope you enjoy, review please 3

The dust from the crater that used to be Sunnydale hadn't even settled when Rupert Giles, glasses askew, began rounding up the girls and herding them back onto the bus. The bruised and battered Scooby Gang, Faith and Kennedy ignored their protests and stared over the wreckage of what used to be their home.

Giles returned from the bus and wiped his glasses on a somewhat bloody handkerchief before setting them high on his nose. He frowned at the way they still didn't sit straight.

"All those stores gone... The Gap, Starbucks, Toys R Us... who will remember these landmarks unless we tell the world of them?" Xander said in reply to Dawn complaining about blowing up the mall.

"Yes, well there is still a lot of work to be done," Giles pointed out quietly.

Faith jerked her head up and narrowed her eyes at him. "Can I push him in?"

Willow looked at him over Kennedys shoulder and poked him with the tip of her finger, nudging him in the general direction of the gaping hole. "You got my vote," she mumbled.

"I just want to go to sleep, y'know, for like a week," Faith sighed.

Dawn wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms over her chest. "You know we actually could if we wanted to." She picked at a hold in her shirt but recoiled at the blood that wasn't hers staining the edges.

The group was quiet for a moment, Kennedy lightly picking pieces of debris out of Willows dull and dusty hair. "Yeah," Willow continued. "The first is all smushed, so... what do you think we should do now Buffy?"

"Yeah, you and me aren't the only chosen anymore B, just gotta live like a person now. How's that feel?"

The blonde didn't reply straight away, she was too busy scanning the ruins for any recognisable sign that would show her that it was still the place she had grown up in for the last seven years. Seven years, had it really been that long? She glanced over at the red head that was having a quiet conversation with her girlfriend, seven years since Willow was an innocent, mousey computer hacker. Xander moved into her view, seven years since he had been a socially awkward boy, now he was a heartbroken solider who had grown into a troubled man. Seven years since Giles had been Mister Watcher man, now he was more of a father to her than her own dad had ever been. Everything had changed so much.

"Buffy?" Dawn interrupted her thought process. "What are we going to do now?"

The slayer looks at them all, broken, bruised, scarred and then moved her eyes back to the hell hole. A small smile crept onto her lips. "We celebrate," she says. When everyone looked at her in confusion her smile got a little wider. "We won guys, and seriously, I need a new wardrobe," she gestured to her slashed, bloodied and burnt clothes and grinned.

Kennedy was the first to mirror her smile. She hoists Willow into her arms and bridal carries her back to the bus, laughing loudly, pointedly ignoring Willows orders to put her down. Daw grins and wraps an arm around Buffy's waist; she was taller than her sister but at the moment she didn't care, and was quite content to be led away toward the bus by the young woman. Giles, Faith and Xander are quite to join them and the unlikely group file onto the bus and, after one last look at what was their home, begin to drive away in search of their new life, and the new slayers that would have to be found.

They eventually made their way to Los Angeles and Angel immediately put them up. The Scooby's and Slayers were exhausted, the events of the war finally taking a toll on their bodies. It didn't matter how much they resembled super heroes, they were shattered and hurt and after the adrenaline had finally run out they could barely stand upright on their own.

Wesley, Fred, Cordelia and Faith busied themselves with wounds that still hadn't been seen to (with much complaint from Cordelia) and the ones who were worst off were given any bed that could be spared. Willow and Kennedy curled themselves into a ball onto one end of the sofa, while Dawn stole the other and Xander was content to lie on his back on the floor with the last two or three girls who weren't seriously injured, he daren't fall asleep for fear of Anya's face swimming before his eyes.

Buffy, Giles and Angel moved into a separate room so they could talk without waking anyone up.

"So much for celebrating," Buffy sighed, it wasn't a complaint because she was just as drained as the rest.

Giles smirked. "What are we going to do with them?"

Buffy shrugged, her thoughts still full of Spikes face in the last minutes of his life, and they made her shy away from Angel when he tried to lay a hand on her shoulder. "We could go to England."

Giles looked at her with a shocked expression.

"Well, that's where the last slayer central was, and since it went all boom we could start it up again, and make a better Watchers council, except we could name it something cool, like BuffyWorld..."

This brought a chuckle from both Angle and Giles. "Well I think we can work on the name, but England does sound like a good idea."

Buffy grinned.