Willow a-woke in her room, on her bed, frowning she sat up, next to her was a picture of herself, Buffy, Xander and Giles grinning as Mrs, Summers took the picture. It was taken while everything was simple. Before Joyce died, just before Xander went on his 'road trip' in the holidays.
She sighed sadly, touching Giles' cheek, he died last year, in the big fight. Tears threatened to fall again, everyone is slowly dying off, now one of them. The main Scooby's, the Dad of all Scooby's, the one they looked up too.
Sighing again she stood, as she noticed her room was much bigger, and tidy. Pictures that weren't before in her room, now were, hung up or set on the side table. Some were on a desk that wasn't there before.
There were two doors, one closed, the other opened to revel a bathroom, she never had an en-suit before.
The other thing…she didn't remember going to bed last night, the last thing she remembered was…she was teaching a young girl to control her powers then…a horrible pain in chest. Then…she woke up here.
She opened the wardrobe to find her clothes, quickly slipping on jeans and a top, with a jacket, she walk to the door, listening for a moment, not hearing anything she tenderly opened the door. Ready for anything, even a bucket to fall on her head.
She was in a hallway, over 30 doors all the way down, at the end was a dead end, so she walked the other way, rounding a small corner to a staircase, slowly walking down it, touching each step before treading on it, she walked down, in to a doorway was a living room, she couldn't see anyone but could hear there voices.
"Then the cat jumped!" a man with an Irish accent laughed, a few laughed hesitantly, as if they didn't get the joke. Willow rose an eyebrow, properly a had-to-be-there moment.
She was ready to jump at anyone who tried to hurt her and walked into the room. A few gasp's went through the room, "Dinners Ready." A voice said on the over side of the room, a loud smash echoed through the room as Tara dropped the plate she was holding, "Willow." She gasped.
Willow stood shocked, staring at her once dead lover.
"Tara?" she whispered, slowly taking one step forward, then the next, as she watched Tara to the same, the lovers were soon running the short space to the other woman. Grabbing each other in a warm loving embrace, soft lips met the other, neither woman wanting to stop, but had to for lack of breath.
"Willow." Tara whispered, staring at the red head, as if, if she looked away Willow would disappear.
Doyle watched the women hug and then kiss each other as if they were long lost lovers. Perhaps they were. "Sweet." Doyle thought to himself, "Loved, lost, found."
The women finally separated, and looked over at the other people, the red head, 'Willow' Tara had called her looked at Joyce, then Anya, Spike, Angel, and her gaze paused on Dawn.
"We're in Heaven?" she asked, before anyone could replied she added, "It doesn't feel how Buffy described it."
"Different form of heaven we think." Spike explained, "Better than Hell though."
Willow couldn't help smiling at that, "Wouldn't anything be better then Hell Spike?"
"Pringles. Worse than Hell." Spike said, completely seriously, Angel was nodding with him, making a face.
"Vampires apparently don't like Pringles." A British accent said from behind her, Willow froze, and slowly turned around, Giles stood, wide grin on his face arms out stretched.
"Giles." Willow grinned, and accepted his hug, hugging him like should she let go he would disappear. Her Daddy's back. She felt him kissed her forehead.
