Author's Note: Ok, so I haven't done this in the longest time…years, actually. So please, bear with me.
This is gonna be a Buffy Supernatural Crossover, with an eventual Buffy/Sam pairing, or maybe a Buffy/Dean; one or the other, but not for a while, so we got time to figure that one out.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Buffy and Supernatural belong to their respective owners and creators. The story is mine though, and I do hold rights to it.
Summary: Buffy makes a deal with the PTB in exchange for some more time with her sister, but before she can be happy, she needs to help out two brothers who are in danger from a demon she has dealt with before.
Buffy plopped down on her couch and opened Dawn's edition of Cosmo to a random page. Scanning the contents, her eyes popped. "Dawn! What the hell are you reading!?!"
Dawn entered the living room of their 4 bedroom apartment and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Buffy showed her the offending page. "'10 New Ways to Pleasure your Man,'" she said. "'10 New ways' Dawn. New! When did you learn 10 old ways? Why do you need new ways?"
Dawn stared at her younger sister for a moment before she started to laugh. "Buffy, that's not mine." She laughed some more. "I think that's Xander's."
"Huh?"
Dawn laughed at the look of confusion on her sister's face.
(Dawn)
I leaned into Willow's half-hug as Xander took his turn saying goodbye to Buffy.
Buffy. My sister Buffy is dead. Yes, it's not the first time, nor the second. But we all know that this was different. There was no way we could try to find a loophole to this one. She didn't die in a mass of inter-dimensional energy for the world; she wasn't drowned by a master vampire. No, here she died a completely human death. A drunk driver hit her on her way back home from the coffee shop down the street. She was pronounced dead at the scene.
I sniffed and stepped forward to throw my arms around Xander as he looked at me, pain clearly written on his features. "Well, Dawnster…" his voice caught and he shut his mouth quickly and bowed his head, tears falling steadily from his remaining eye.
Willow took his hand and Giles came up behind us, the lines on his face deeper and clearer than any time before.
The four of us stood there, next to a cherry wood coffin that held the woman who kept us all alive and together as a family for over seven years. We stood there and held each other in our sorrow and grief.
The grave diggers pushed a button and a quiet whirring noise started. The coffin started to lower slowly into the ground. I started to cry. Great choking sobs tore themselves from my throat as I started forward.
Giles wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his voice thick. "We need to leave her be, Dawn. She has fought longer than any of us, harder that any of us. She has been through so much. Let her rest now, Dawn. She needs some peace, and we can give her that now."
I closed my eyes and cried as the coffin disappeared from my sight. Willow cried in Xander's arms and he led her away, through the crowd that had collected around her grave site. Faith was there, look of pure sorrow in her face, though there were no tears. She stood there with an army of Slayers behind her, slayers that had never spoken to Buffy, but who knew that she was the beginning and end of their line. The last original slayer and the first of their army; their leader was dead, and they couldn't help but feel the sadness of that in their hearts. Hundreds of people, people I have never seen before, were there, people that Buffy saved at some point in her life; holding flowers and candles. Wesley was there, so was Gunn and a demon that looked like Fred, but wasn't. Cordelia was there, although I was sure she had gone on to something higher. Oz stood beside her, looking as he always had. Spike was there, on his knees, sobbing. Angel stood next to him, a hand on his shoulder, tears on his face. Riley stood there near them, his wife Sam holding his hand with tears in her eyes. Buffy's entire senior class was there, looking somber and understanding at the same time.
If only Buffy could see this. If she could see how many people feel her passing, how many people knew what she did, and how many people understand what we lost...well, she would've still bitched and complained about it, but she would've understood what she meant to this world.
"Goodbye, Buffy. I love you, and I'll miss you for the rest of my life. I'll never forget you, and I'll hug you in my dreams."
I looked one more time at her grave marker, a simple white tombstone, surrounded by flowers and pictures of her. I smiled at the words engraved on the stone: Buffy Anne Summers/Beloved Daughter, Sister, Friend and Leader/ She saved us all/ she saved you too, you know.
A scoff escaped me, but I was ok with it. It was true.
I turned with Giles, Willow, and Xander around me. We turned away from a major part of our lives, willing to start a new one. But my breath still caught in my throat as I heard the first shovel full of dirt hit the coffin.
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Buffy sat on the floor in a large white room that didn't seem to end, naked as the day she was born. Actually, she was more naked. She wasn't covered in all that goop and gooey stuff. She looked around the room and saw walls, but knew that if she tried to touch them, she would be walking forever. Standing up, she stretched her muscles, not at all surprised that there were no problems with her. All her scars, except for one, were gone. The only mark on her body was the bite Angel had given her all those years ago. Putting her arms down, she spoke, her voice echoing in the strangest way, "Hello? Is there anyone here?"
A shape appeared in front of her, a man shaped form made out of smoke and mist. Its eyes were empty, like holes in a cloud. It spoke without speaking, strait into her head. –What are you going here? You are not meant to be here.- The voice in her head was thick with anger and confusion.
"Where is here?" She asked, not worried about mist man's moodiness.
–You are nowhere. You are in dreams.-
Buffy was confused. She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her hip to the side, "Huh?"
The mist man didn't move. His 'face' didn't show any kind of emotion, but his voice held more than enough. –You are where dreams come from, where fantasies and nightmares are created by the minds of humans and demons alike.- The voice in her head spoke with a tired tone. –This place is not real, it is where dreams come to be kept and not forgotten, it is a place that I watch because dreams must never get free.-
"So wait, are you saying that I'm a dream? That someone dreamt me up and now I'm here?"
He was silent long enough to wonder if he was ever going to answer. But then he raised his arm and the walls that were too far away to reach seemed to come closer. The soft white light that radiated from them changed and became a screen into my life.
At super speeds, I watched myself be born, grow up, go to high school, and become the Slayer. I watched it all; amazed at all I'd been through. Meeting Xander and Willow, Giles, Angel, Riley, Spike, Mom, Dawn…all of them were there in front of my eyes. I was surrounded by so many different parts of my life in a room that didn't really exist. I saw myself die for the last time, a car speeding towards me. But then a saw something I never lived through: I saw my funeral. I saw everyone I had ever loved, those I saved, those who I never knew understood what I had to do, standing around my graveside, around my family, to mourn my passing. And for the first time, I heard sound from it all, "I'll hug you in my dreams."
It was Dawn.
The mist man raised his arm again and the walls went back to what they were before. –You have died before. You went to heaven.- He said in my head, almost accusatory.
"Yeah, and I was pulled out."
–Once one is in Heaven, and they are taken out, they cannot go back.-
"What?"
–You are here because there was nowhere else to go. You cannot reenter heaven, and you do not deserve hell. You soul would have disappeared into nothing, but your sister, who is not your sister, gave you a third option, to become a dream. Her powers from being the Key opened a door for you to come here.-
Buffy stared at the face that never moved. "So what, I'm stuck here now? What the hell? That's not right. That's not fair.
–Indeed, it does not matter if it is fair or not, that is how it is. But like you, I do not want you here. Your aura is too strong for this place, you mingle with the dreams already.-
"Well then get me the hell out of here." She said quickly and with much enthusiasm.
–I cannot send you back to where you were. I only have the power to control dreams, not reality.-
Buffy sighed and sat right back down on the floor, winching at the cold against her bare butt. "Well then what can we do? I want your company as much as you want mine."
For the first time, the mist man shape moved its head. It cocked its head to the side as if listening to something far away. –An angel spoke to me, gave me a message for you.-
"Well, what is it?" Buffy prompted as she stood up again.
–There is a task that must be taken care of in another world, like yours but not. If you complete it, the angel will send you back to your own time and heaven will be open for you once more when your time comes.-
Buffy smirked at him. "Well, tell this angel guy that I'll take it."
And just like that, Buffy's mind went dark.
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Bobby sat at his work table, reading up on the apocalypse and what he had to look forward to. "I'm getting too old for this…" he muttered to himself.
The wind blew through the window, faster and harder than it had been a moment ago. It brought with it the smell of lightening and blood. What the...
Bobby ran outside to see lightening strike the ground not 3 yards from his house. There, on the charred patch of earth was a symbol. A circle with a blade of some kind drawn in it, with the ends touching the edges of the circle.
Bobby pulled a pistol from his waistband and cocked it before walking towards it. Before he could take more than a few steps, lightening hit again. Blinded by the light, he blinked to clear his vision to see a scythe in the circle.
Lighting hit again, once, twice, three times. It hit again and again, quicker by the second. A dozen strikes later, Bobby saw a young woman lying next to the scythe, naked, but unharmed. She moaned in pain before she fell quiet.
Bobby put this gun up and went to her, still cautious. Checking her breathing, he was glad to find it even and deep. He carefully picked her up and took her inside the house and laid her on the couch.
Grabbing a blanket from a chair, he covered her before stepping into the next room and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call Sam and Dean.
Author: Ok, so yeah…what do you think? Kinda short, but still…Please review. I need three reviews before I post my next chapter. That's how it's gonna work for me, so you need to review if you wanna know what happens.
By the way, this is now a rewrite. One of you who reviewed did point out that Misty's choice did not really make any sense, so i changed it.
-Alli Lee