My personal fantasy of what the Scoobies do after Sunnydale ... including but not limited to getting Tara back! Enjoy
Chapter One
Welcome To The (Cleveland) Hellmouth.
Buffy Summers stared at the strange girl in front of her.
"What did you say?" Willow Rosenberg put her hand on Buffy's shoulder, calming her down.
"I said that I, ah, Angel sent me. He wanted me to help you," the girl told Buffy. "I'm … well …" she glanced at Buffy nervously. "A Slayer. I've been helping Angel and Cordy, and Wes, and he thought I should help you. To tell the truth," she laughed slightly, "I don't think he likes me."
"Why not? You're a girl, he's a guy, he has a …" Xander Harris trailed off awkwardly. "Hey, look, food to stuff my mouth with." He hurried away.
The girl stifled a laugh. "So, uh, I'm Lynnetta. But, I prefer Lynn. You're Buffy, right? Who're you guys?"
"I'm Willow, and the doofus that just ran away is Xander."
"Nice. He your boyfriend?"
"Nope. He's a single doofus."
"And you're dating who now?" Lynn asked Buffy.
"What's it to you?" Buffy replied defensively.
"Nothing. But a rather lot to Angel, you know."
"Oh. Nobody."
Willow rubbed her hands together. "Have you got a place to stay, Lynn?"
Lynn shrugged. "Hotel. Nothing fancy. I'm sponsored by Angel Investigations. Which reminds me, I have to hand out his card. Why on Earth I'd hand out his card to people in Ohio, I don't know, but money's money."
"Well, if you don't have a place to stay, why don't you stay with me and Kennedy?"
"Who's Kennedy?"
"My, you know, roommate."
"Sure, thanks. Oh, also, Angel gave me something he said you might like, that he'd been looking for since the last time you were there." Lynn handed Willow a book. "It's all about making wrongs right, or something. He said you'd know. Oh, he also told me it was about Tara. Should have told you earlier. Damn."
Willow took a deep breath and took the book. "I-I have to go." She ran off.
Lynn turned to Buffy. "I guess I turned all your friends away, Yoda."
"Yoda?"
"Well, the way I see it, I'm like Luke Skywalker, and you're Yoda. But not green and short and you have proper grammar and normal ears. So more like Obi-Wan. But not old. And not a guy."
A long-faced redheaded boy rounded the corner. "And who is this fine young lady who apparently likes Star Wars?"
Buffy groaned. "Andrew, go away! This is a Slayer."
A short brunette jumped out. "A Slayer? Cool!"
Buffy buried her head in her hands. "Just go, everyone. Lynn and I need to talk."
