Willow stood by Tara, hand in hand. Wesley stood across from them, his head hanging low. Willow kept looking around, expecting someone to come. But no one was there. Not like there had been for Buffy, Xander, and Oz. This girl who had tried to fight evil and lost had no one to pay their last respects.

Tears streaked Willow's face as she held Tara's hand even tighter. Wesley finally looked up. "I'll be leaving in the morning. I'll be joining Angel and Cordelia in L.A." He sighed. "The watcher's council has decided it was best that I have no contact with the new girl."

"Will she be coming to Sunnydale?" Willow sniffled, trying to halt the tears. Tara let go of her hand and put an arm around her waist. Willow let her head fall gently on her shoulder.

Wesley nodded. "All I'm privy to at the moment is that the girl is sixteen. A new watcher will be sent as well." Wesley looked Willow in the eye. "They have asked that you have no further contact with any of the future slayers."

"What?" Willow broke herself away from Tara's reassuring touch. "Do they think that I'm responsible for either Buffy's or Heather's death?"

"No. It's that they would prefer a clean start for the girl." Wesley shook his head. "They feel that your link to a past slayer somehow influenced how Heather performed. I really rather think it is ridiculous. You were a great teacher, and at the end, a good friend."

Willow smiled shyly at the last comment. Since Tara had come into her life, some of the old Willow had come back. She was still harder and darker than she was before, but there was also a new softness. "And what about Spike? He's now after me. They aren't concerned about that fact?"

Another sigh escaped Wesley. "I tried to tell them the situation. They don't believe me. I'm afraid the two of you are on your own." Wesley looked at his watch. "Sorry, ladies, but I shall miss my plane." He bowed his head and quickly walked towards the entrance to the cemetery.

Willow turned towards Tara. "It seems we have a lot of work ahead. If there's going to be trouble with Spike, and no one to back us up..."

Tara quickly came to stand in front of Willow. She took her fellow wiccan in her arms. "W-we have each other. That will be enough."

More tears began to flow from Willow. "You know, it seems like I haven't stopped crying since Buffy, Xander, and Oz died." She smiled and pulled back from the embrace. "Except when I'm in your arms."

"Hey, Red. So you're pitching for the other team now."

Willow turned to see a dark haired girl standing before. She was dressed in black leather. "Faith!"

"What's a matter, you think I was still in a coma. Where's B? We have a score to settle." Faith's grin was pure evil.

Willow laughed, than began to cry. "She's over there." Willow pointed to a group of headstones.

Faith's eyes followed Willow's pointing. "You don't mean..."

"Giles beat you two it. On accident. But we still defeated your boss." Willow walked quickly to stand in front of the rogue slayer.

"But..."

"But what? You don't get the pleasure of killing her." Willow shook her head. "Unless you want some revenge with me, which I don't recommend, you might want to just leave."

"Buffy's really dead?" Faith looked confused.

"Yes, Faith." Willow was practically growling. Tara came up beside her and took her hand. "Unlike you, she died while fighting for good."

Faith shook her head. "I..." Suddenly, tears came flowing from Faith's eyes. "Damn!"

Willow stepped back. Tears were the last thing she expected from the slayer who had tried to kill Angel. And had held a knife to her throat. "Are you all right?" Willow practically whispered.

Faith looked up at her, tears still flowing. "I." She looked at Tara. "I guess I thought I wanted her dead, but now that I know she is." Faith stood straighter. "Where's everyone else? Whose grave are you guys standing at?"

"Xander and Oz are gone, too. Angel, Wesley, and Cordelia are in L.A. Giles is in a sanitarium in England." Willow pointed to the fresh grave. "This was Heather, the last slayer."

"Oh." Faith sat on the ground. "You mean Buffy and another slayer have died since I've been gone? What's going on at the watcher's council?"

"Not that you really care, but there will be a new girl. But they don't want her near me." Willow sighed. "And Spike is back. After me."

"Wait, you mean William the Bloody?" Willow nodded. "Never did meet him. Heard some stories from B. He's after you and the council doesn't care?"

"T-they think it's best if we don't influence the new slayer w-with tales of Buffy." Tara smiled shyly.

Faith sat looking from Willow to Tara. She kept rubbing her chest. "Are you all right?" Willow asked.

"I think something strange just happened." Faith looked at the grave she was sitting on. It was Buffy's. "It's like she came to me. It's like we're one now."

"Faith? Are you just saying this so I won't call the cops or watcher's council?" Willow looked at her suspiciously.

Faith smiled. "Give me your hand." Willow hesitated but stepped towards the slayer. There was an instant recognition by Willow. "See, I told you. We're one now."

Willow smiled. "Buffy? You really in there?"

Faith's smile grew larger. "Remember I told you to seize the day when you first came to Sunnydale."

"Carpe diem." Willow let out a little laugh. "You thought I had said fish of the day."

"Well, this is interesting." A dark voice came out of the shadows. The sun had set while they were talking. "You mean I get to kick a little witch ass and still have my fun with Buffy?"

"Spike!" Willow instinctively took Tara's hand. Faith jumped to a fighting position.

"Don't worry, pet. Not here to fight. Not just yet." Spike leered at the three. "But soon. Now I know what I'm getting into, this will be so much fun." Before any of them could react, Spike's leather jacket was flowing in the wind.

Willow turned to Faith. "I'm glad you're back. To both of you. I really need you now."