Buffy the Vampire Slayer hovered in that space between sleep and consciousness peacefully in the Scottish castle where she lives' in, momentarily forgetting about her responsibility-not saving the world, for once, but training the newbie Slayers. She smiled, happy that she finally isn't the only one with the weight of the world on her shoulders.
She was back in Sunnydale, in Giles's apartment. Buffy smelled a delicious scent, and wandered off to where it came from.
Willow was there, with oven mitts, baking something...cookies?
"Hey, Buff!" Willow exclaimed, waving at her.
"Will!" Buffy squealed, hugging Willow. Buffy missed Willow; she was in Brazil, with Kennedy.
"Whoa!" Willow laughed, "What's up with the hyperness? I mean, we're just baking cookies!"
"Nothing..." Buffy smiled impishly, "So," she gestured to the oven "Is it done?"
"I don't know" Willow answered, "Why don't you tell me?"
Buffy shook her head "No...no...It's not ready."
Willow smiled, shaking her head "Don't be silly!" she reprimanded Buffy, "You let it sit there a lot longer than it was supposed to be, if you wait any longer, it will be burnt."
The Slayer sighed, truth be told, she knew it was ready, but she was scared to take it out. What if it came out wrong? What if it tasted horrible? What if nobody wanted it? Oh, god, what if nobody wanted it? What will she do then?
No...She promised.
Buffy took a deep breath, and slowly opened the oven door.
"Careful!" Willow exclaimed, "It's still hot, it might burn you!"
Buffy nodded, carefully reaching in with her bare hands, she grabbed for it and...
"Oomph!" She yelped, "Ow!"
"I told you to be careful!" Willow yelled, shocked. She reached down and caught the cookies. "Thank god, it didn't break; it will be majorly bad if there were cookie breakage." She looked over at her best friend "are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
Buffy nodded, slightly disorientated, "yea...I'm fine." She said weakly, still clutching her burnt hand. It didn't even hurt that much, actually, but she just experienced a huge amount of déjà vu.
She looked at her hand, it was slightly red and there was a raised scar where it hit her hand the most. She pressed it and felt a jolt of pain.
"GAH!" Buffy yelled, abruptly waking up. She moaned, pressing her fingers to her temples.
"Stupid Slayer dreams." She mumbled, shaking her head.
Then she remembered...that scar...the fire. For a moment, Buffy was back in Sunnydale again, on that fateful day...
"NO!" Buffy scolded herself, "Bad thoughts!" She moaned, and her head hit the pillow again, hoping for a good night's sleep.
R&R