Not going to be a long chapter because I don't think anyone is interested in this fic anymore.
/Flashback continued/
Buffy's grip got tighter and tighter on Tundra but the dog didn't squirm or try to move away, she stayed with the young girl.
Less people seemed to be coming from the buildings now but Buffy wasn't sure whether this was a good or bad thing, it meant either most people were free or there were many trapped, she guessed the second one.
She was seeing sights that could scar an adult for life not to mention a young child.
People were jumping from the building, clutching to each other with hope that what they found on the other side was better than this. Seeing them fall looked like a scene from an action movie except there were no parachutes or safety nets in real life.
"Please hurry up daddy," She whispered to herself.
Eventually she saw Amy, who was the only woman fire fighter on the team, come out of the building with a man flung over her shoulders. She handed the man to the paramedics who were waiting nearby and then started jogging in Buffy's direction.
Buffy had always liked Amy. She wasn't just the only woman on the squad; she was also the only permanent woman influence in Buffy's life.
When she reached Buffy she looked in a bad way. Her hair was a mess, she was covered in ash and dirt and she had scratches and burns on her face.
"Your dad told me to come and make sure you were okay," She told the small child even though this was not the whole truth. They had been guiding people down the stairs when she saw Hank disappear up them into the smoke.
'Hank, where do you think you're going?' She asked through her communication device.
'These people need my help and I'm not going to let them down, if anything happens make sure that silly brother of mine looks after my baby girl and tell her I love her,' he replied.
Amy wasn't sure whether he was going to come back or not. Hank loved what he did and he would honestly die doing it, in fact it was the way he wanted to die helping to save others.
Amy didn't return to the buildings, instead she stayed with Buffy.
"He said to say he loves you," She told Buffy and kissed the top of her head.
Amy took her big fireman coat off and rapped it around Buffy's shoulder and then hugged her to try and remove the devastating sights in front of them.
They sat like that for about another hour before Amy decided to take Buffy home. Although she had a responsibility to the team she also had a responsibility for the young girl.
"Come on kiddo lets leave the boys to their work," She told Buffy forcing a smile.
She went to the front of the engine and radioed to the others that she was taking Buffy home although she had no reply from them. This could mean anything though; they were okay……weren't they?
She went back to Buffy and clipped a lead to Tundra's collar and let Buffy clutch it in her hand before she scooped the girl up in her arms. She then headed over to a local police car whose driver she knew.
"Andy you couldn't do me a favour could you?" She asked the large bellied policeman.
"Anything for you Amy," He replied.
"Could you try and get me and Buffy home? Well back to hers anyway I don't know when the boys will be back and it's getting late," Amy's eyes were watery and she looked directly into Andy's eyes.
He could see the fear there it had been in everyone's eyes that night and he also knew what she was thinking. It wasn't when the boys returned it was if.
"Yes of course," He told her and put his hand on the shoulder Buffy wasn't leaning on to lead her to his car.
As he was opening the door to let them in Buffy looked over Amy's shoulder to get one last look at the buildings. It was scary to think that a human could cause this pain to their own species. These people were worse than wild animals in fact they are even worse than that, they are worse than anything the human imagination can think of. Worse than any monster or mythical beast because these people were real, they had hearts and felt emotion and yet they can still create such terror.
'We are the monsters," Buffy thought to herself. This may seem shocking, that a girl so young could see the truth that so may people seem unaware of, because we are in fact the monsters, but after witnessing what she had just saw Buffy grew up to see the world in a much different way.
Amy put Buffy down on the seat and did up her seatbelt and Tundra curled up on the girls lap. When her and Andy were both in the front seats with their seatbelts fastened they headed out of the mayhem, however this was not an easy task. People were blocking the roads and some were already closed.
Andy flicked a switch beside the steering wheel making the sirens above the car to turn on. "Promise not to tell anyone,"
Amy smiled, Andy was a good man. "Who do you think I am?"
She didn't tell on people especially when they were helping her out.
It took them a while but they eventually made it to Hank's house. Amy thanked Andy giving him a kiss on the cheek and looked back to find Buffy fast asleep.
'Who could blame her after everything that has happened today,' she thought to herself.
She went round the side of the house and removed the spare key from under a rock before opening the door. She then returned to the car and scooped Buffy up in her arms.
"Thank you again Andy," She said softly as to not awaken Buffy and then watched him drive away.
Once they were in the house she put Buffy on her bed and tucked her in.
"Goodnight Buffy," She whispered before leaving the room.
She went into the living room and sat down before sobbing. She had been strong for the girl but now she couldn't hold it in any longer. After about half an hour she calmed down and rang Rupert Giles a close friend of the family and the school librarian, to ask him to come over and look after Buffy. After all, her job wasn't finished yet.
When he arrived she thanked him again and rushed out the house to head back from the pain and destruction she had earlier left with Buffy.
Buffy awoke early the next morning, she kept blinking to remove the tiredness from her eyes and when the blurriness faded she could see Rupert Giles sitting beside her bed, although she affectionately call him 'Giles'. She sat up trying to remember how she had ended up in her bed and why Giles was with her.
"How did I get here? And why are you here?" She asked him.
"Amy brought you here. Do you remember what happened last night?" He gently asked her.
It all came rushing back to Buffy. The pain, the devastation, she felt like she was crumbling away as she thought about the events of the night before.
"Dad! Is he okay? Where is he?" She asked with urgency.
"I only know briefly but…" Giles was struggling to find the right words. "But no one has seen him since he went in the building or Billy."
"But that can't happen. He always comes back!" She was scared, more scared than she had ever been.
When she started sobbing Giles rapped his arms around her a tried his hardest to comfort her.
They sat like that for a while until the phone rang and Giles went to answer it.
Buffy followed him hoping and praying that it was someone calling to say her dad and uncle were safe and that it had all been a mix up.
When Giles put the phone back on the hook he turned to the little girl. "They found Billy and he is going to be okay."
Buffy knew she should have been grateful but she had wished it was her dad they had found. Even though she loved her Uncle with all her heart no one could replace her father.
She didn't speak. She simply went over to the television and turned it on and sat there staring at the screen although she had no idea what she was seeing. Her mind was too confused to concentrate on it.
The next day they went to the hospital to see Billy. He had a broken leg and some broken ribs but he would make a full recovery. She didn't know what to do or say so instead she stared at the floor until eventually Giles gave her a nudge from behind.
She decided it was now or never and walked slowly over to Billy's bed, thumb in mouth.
'At least he's here still,' she thought to herself. 'I could have lost both of them,'
She entered the room and saw Billy hooked to some machines. His face was cut and his hands were wrapped up from being burned but other than that he still looked the same to her. His face looked worried for some reason and the slight wrinkles on his forehead were scrunched up, he looked so much like her dad that it was scary.
She walked nearer to him and put a hand on his; although he didn't wake Buffy felt that he was listening and she stayed the night there just holding his hand and talking endlessly about the old days that she could remember until she fell asleep.
Billy eventually made an almost full recovery and was released from hospital, but it wasn't over there. People were still searching for survivors amongst the rubble where the two towers used to stand and everyday she would bolt out of bed and join Amy and Billy at the radio. A list of names would be read out as they uncovered bodies of those who had lost their lives. Everyday Buff sighed with relief when the announcement was over and her fathers name had not been read out as it meant there was still the tiniest bit of hope that her dad could still be alive. And at a time like this it was all Buffy had to keep going.
One morning Buffy overslept a bit. When she awoke she did not have time to get ready before the announcement on the radio so instead she rushed downstairs and turned it straight on, she was soon joined by Billy but Amy was listening to it at home that day.
She sat in silence. Although they had been listening to the announcement for a few days now Buffy's hope, of her father being alive, hadn't dwindled. It couldn't, he was her father and she wouldn't give up hope on him. That's why this day came to a shock to her, a day that she would never forget.
A few names were read out, mostly civilians who had been in the building that day. Buffy prayed she wouldn't hear his name.
'John Walkers,' the man on the Radio said with a touch of sadness to his voice. 'And lastly Hank Summers, Captain of fire fighter's team downtown and a hero. We are very sorry for everyone's losses on this…'
Buffy couldn't listen anymore, she couldn't believe it. He said he would be back and he always returned, they must have got it wrong she initially thought. During her daze a hand rested on her shoulder and she felt a gentle squeeze that made her jump. She turned around to see Uncle Billy with a tear trickling down his face. She jumped into his arms and stayed there most of the day, both of them crying at the thought that they would never see their loved one again and for the fear they felt of living life without him. Many people cried at this time. For the loss of a mother, a brother, a friend or just the loss of something we pride ourselves on, our humanity.
About a week later they had to attend the funeral. The thought scared the hell out of Buffy as it meant he was truly gone and would never be coming back. It was a quiet affair with just friends and family. But it was honourable. Hank Summers lived in the world as a hero, he died a hero and was buried as a hero.
After everyone had left Buffy stayed beside the grave whilst Billy waited in the car.
"Goodbye Daddy, I will never forget you. I love you." She whispered as she placed a white rose on his grave. A tear trickled down her face and landed on his grave, the first she had cried that day. "You can be at peace now daddy."
She turned and walked away only glancing back to look at where Hank now rest.
/End of flashback/
Okay ignore what I said at the start of this chapter. I am going to carry on with this but it most likely won't be as detailed as before and I may leave stuff out. I don't want to write something so important if it's not going to be read.
Angel is going to be in the next chapter!!
This chapter is dedicated to Bella Danvers for her review on this fic. Sorry I made you cry! Every chapter will have a dedication to someone who gave me the boost to write the next chapter.
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