What if there was life beyond death? What if heaven and hell were real? What if when Angelus killed Jenny, she was a part of her that still lived on, somewhere?

Time: After the episode 'Passion' in Season 2.

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Rating: K+ for some major character death

Warning: Character death and spoilers (late season 2).

A/N: Hi! This is just a short fic that popped into my head after watching the episode 'Passion'. I loved Jenny. She was so nice, and in the beginning she brought a light, quirky feel to the show. I loved how she brought out the personal side of Giles, so he wasn't just a stuffy librarian anymore. She made him a real person. I was devastated when Angelus killed her. I wrote this in memory of Jenny Calendar, Willow's idol, Giles' love and the Scooby Gang's friend.

*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy characters. If I did, Jenny Calendar would still be alive.*

My death was quick. I felt no pain, besides the pain I felt when he was trashing the research on how to get his soul back. My pain was mostly for Buffy. I was hoping to restore Angel's soul, not just to save lives, but so Buffy could be happy again.

Since Angel had gone, Buffy had been an empty shell. She'd fight, she'd talk and she'd research, but she'd always seem empty while doing so. She was a mere echo of the girl she used to be. I don't think any of us had realised how much Angel meant to her until he was gone. Now I, Janna of the Kalderash people, was gone too. Dead.

I had been onto something. I was so close to restoring Angel's soul. Now Angel would be a heartless killer forever. My research had died with me. The Orb of Thesulah smashed, the translation on the floppy disk lost, the copy of the Ritual of Restoration torn and burnt. I could only hope Willow, the young girl who idolized me, would somehow manage to find the way to restore Angel's soul.

Then there was Giles. Oh, Giles. Our relationship had stalled when he found out I was a gypsy of the Kalderash people and that I knew Angel would lose his soul. That night Angel killed me, we had been so close to getting back on track again. It killed me – metaphorically, of course – to know that Giles would find out I had been killed. I wanted someone to be there, to comfort him when I couldn't. I wanted someone to stop him doing something rash in a blind frenzy of anger and pain, to talk sense into him.

I hoped Willow or Buffy would. What would happen to Willow now? Would she carry on and try to finish the work I had started or would she stop having anything to do with computers or magic, for fear of awaking memories? Willow was such a good person. She was the kindest girl I've ever met. She was always so willing to help. She'd always comfort people when they were upset. She'd always do her fair share of research, always eager to learn. I hoped she'd stay like that after my death.

Buffy. Buffy, the Slayer, the Chosen One, destined to slay vampires. The Slayer who loved the vampire. She had loved Angel so much. How would she react when she found out Angel had killed me? Would she kill him like she promised she would ever since she found out he had lost his soul? Would she be able to?

There were so many questions, questions that I'd never have the answers to. One thing was for certain though. Things had just got a lot more serious.