Indigo knew, even before she opened the door, why she'd been called to Mr. Summers' office. She'd brought Lucy along with her for moral support.

Then she walked in, saw his blank face.

"No." She said, quite calmly.

"Indigo."

"No."

He pressed his lips into a thin line, hands clasped loosely on the desk in front of him. "Indigo, I'm sorry." His voice was as even as always.

"No! She's fine!"

"I'm so sorry." He continued talking, but she couldn't hear it through the buzzing in her ears. Mom.

Mom.

"It's your fault!" Indigo screamed. Mr. Summers looked just as blank as ever, and for a long moment she hated him, hated everything about the stupid man in front of her, everything he represented. "It's all your fault, you bastard! You and your stupid team got my mom killed! You're the reason she's dead. You called her in, you ordered her into battle, you got her killed!"

Indigo threw the words like darts, and even if she couldn't, Lucy could see Mr. Summers flinch as each landed.

"Indigo." Lucy said softly. "Indigo, that's enough."

Her friend screamed wordlessly, launching herself across the room at her teacher. Lucy went to drag her off, but Mr. Summers stopped her with a wordless shake of his head.

Indigo sobbed, screamed, pounded her fists on his chest. Mr. Summers just held her, head bowed, and Lucy just watched, tears streaming down her face. There was nothing they could say.

Jubilation Lee was gone; dead, by what means no one knew. And no amount of 'I'm sorry' or 'She died well' would bring her back.

"Faith, Spike." Piotr stopped them as they were getting ready to leave, handing them two wrapped rectangles.

Faith ripped off the paper of the first.

It was from the first photoshoot she and Spike had done. Three photos in a vertical line, all three framed in silver. In the first, she had a booted foot against Spike's throat, white dress slit to reveal a long, muscled leg. Then he was flipping over her head, black clothes tight to his body. In the third, they were locked in battle, him throwing a punch as she swept his legs out from underneath him. They both looked fierce, dangerous.

"Nice." She said, unwrapping the second.

Then she stopped, staring.

It was beautiful.

She and Spike danced in the forefront, arms around each other. Piotr had captured them in motion, as Spike dipped her down.

In the background, he'd added the sweeping columns, arches, golden lights of the time. Other couples danced behind them, and as she looked closer, she could recognize them all.

Piotr himself held Kitty, twirling her around. Dawn and Bobby danced, staring deep into each others' eyes. In the back, two men danced, candlelight reflecting red off one's face. Hidden almost behind them were two translucent figures, one bald man and a redheaded, tall woman. Willow and Xander were laughing as they danced, and Connor was bowing over Rogue's hand. Giles and Kennedy stood in back with some sort of drinks in their hands, and Gunn was lifting Jubilee high.

The whole thing was done in oils, framed in ornate, dark wood.

"It's beautiful." She said, eyes riveted. Then she handed it back. "But keep it for me, okay? I don't have a place for it."

Piotr nodded. "Of course."

As soon as they were all healed, the Scoobies left, scattering in groups of two or three, returning to wherever they came from. Jubilee's tiny yellow car stayed next to Kennedy's red bike, gathering dust in the corner of the mansion's garage.

Faith stopped, when her bike was pulling out, and gave Scott a solemn nod that he returned. Then she left as fast as she could, Spike on her tail. They were so out of there.