Do Not Disturb
They stood looking at each other in the kitchen, her gripping the scythe, his hand on the back door. So much had happened between them, so much still could. He'd changed everything he could for her. They were so wrapped up in each other, afraid of what had happened, afraid to admit what they'd felt that they didn't hear the footsteps behind them.
"Buffy?"
She turned to see her sister standing there. "Dawn…do you mind?"
"What? You're just standing there."
"We're having a discussion."
"No, Slayer don't worry about it. I should go. Got things to do."