Title: True Colors
Category: Post-BTVS Finale
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Joss is boss, I don't own the Xandman but sometime is wish I did.
Summary: Xander realizes you really can't go home again.
Authors note: This one of a series of POV ficlets about how how Buffy deals with Spike's death. They can be read in any order and are leading up to my fic titled Crazy Faith.
Will say's she's ok. Dawn just doesn't say anything. Most of the time when I call she talks about everything but Buffy.
Both of them tell me I need to come home.
What's that old adage…home is where the heart is. Well since the whole cyclops thing I don't have access to a bulldozer anymore.
Home was rainbow of hair colors and brutal honesty.
She's blonder than I remember. I mean I guess she was always blond, but the Italian sun has done her good. But even with the tan she doesn't glow like she used to. It's like her soul got a fake bake.
And for the first time I see her. Not the Buffy who was and will always be my hero, but a women who's just as homeless as I am. Well maybe not just as homeless, she seems to have found a nice cardboard box to get by in. But at the end of the day there is still no roof over her head and nothing but walls around her heart.
I guess I'm not the only one who thinks home is Clairol and candor.