Title: Life
Author: Christy trl_4@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss owns these.
Summary: This is basically a fic about Buffy's funeral. Her 'night-funeral' that her friends hold for her.
Spoilers: Buffy's death.
Rating: G
Feedback: Yes, always!
It seemed like only yesterday it happened. They all had tried to push it to the very back of their minds, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not. She was dead. She had committed the greatest act of courage and kindness by saving the world; something she did everyday, she put her life on the line everyday, and no one said thank you, or gave her an award. Buffy Summers was the chosen one. No matter how hard she tried to forget, she couldn't. It was a part of her; it was what made her Buffy.
Giles, Willow, Xander, Dawn, Anya, Spike, Tara, and Angel stood around her gravestone. They had already buried her. It was nighttime and they had all decided to hold a little private ceremony for her. They thought it was only right to hold it at night, in which she spent the most of her very own nights.
Everyone stood around her graveside, the dark soil, and the dull gray of the tombstone.
Why couldn't we have gotten her a bright pink color or something for her instead of gray? Willow thought to herself. Buffy was her best friend. She did not know how she had made it to this day, after she died all Willow could do was cry. She did not know how she made it to this point in her life. Being a grown-up. Having to go through all the grown-up stuff. She had no idea where her life was going. All she had ever wanted to do was help people, and Buffy brought that out in her. She didn't know how she was going to go on.
Willow stepped forward and dropped a piece of paper and a beautiful yellow rose by the gravestone. She simply whispered, keeping back tears. "I love you."
Her hair. Giles thought, staring longingly at the yellow rose Willow had dropped. It was Giles' turn to say his silent last words.
Giles looked down at the tombstone. He couldn't see it but he knew what it said. Giles had cared for Buffy as he was her father. He knew she loved him as a father, and he loved her back. Buffy had brought many things to Giles' life in the time they knew each other. She had brought him many friends. Although Giles would never admit it, he did not have friends. She brought life out in everybody, the little fraction in your mind that says live life to the fullest, and Buffy did that every day. Giles didn't know how he was going to go on everyday not seeing Buffy walk through the door of the magic shop.
Giles walked up to her gravestone, and dropped a stake. He said. "I loved you like a daughter, and always thought of you as one."
Xander looked down at the ground, he knew it was his turn. He didn't know how he could say goodbye, or even if he could.
Xander had held his life in his hands many of times. He did it so he could be around an amazing young woman called Buffy. After they had, did it so long, it had become second nature, to just ask. "What big baddie is in town now?" But Xander would never get to ask Buffy that question again. Xander would never get to tell one of inapproiatley timed joke. Xander thought of all the things Buffy had given him. She had also given him his fiance. Anya, if Buffy had never reversed Anya's wish then there would be no Buffy or no Xander and Anya. Buffy had given friendship, which had helped him survive his hellful years of high school.
Xander then walked up and dropped a piece of paper, and a friendship ring. "I'm going to miss you." He said in a whisper.
Anya walked up to the gravestone. Anya thought of all the times she had no idea what was going on, but it seemed that all the answers had come to her this time. She had lost a good friend. She smiled, and said. "I'll miss you."
Tara then decided she should go up, she thought of how Buffy was such a great person. Her and her mother would be missed. She knew Buffy is in a better place. "You're in a better place." She paused looking up at the sky. "With your mother." Tara bent down, set a beautifully colored white candle down, and lit it.
Spike took a very deep breath. He stepped forward. Dawn was just to the right of him. She could not seem to meet his gaze. Buffy had made Spike fight for the side of good.
To everyone's surprise, Spike started talking.
"Buffy was a great person. I'm a better man because of her." Spike paused. He tossed down a red rose. "You made me what I am now. I will always love you." Spike almost started crying.
It was Angel's turn. Angel had had too much time to sit and think about all the things he meant to her. There was only one thing for him to say. He loved her, with all of his heart and soul. She knew it. Everyone knew what Buffy meant to Angel, and what Angel meant to Buffy. Angel couldn't even think about all the things she meant to him or he would start crying again. Angel walked up and dropped a white rose. "You are my always and forever." He dropped a cross and a cladaugh ring.
Dawn faced the others; she had just started crying again. She then turned to her sister's grave, which was right beside her mothers. All Dawn had left was her friends, which had now become her family. She loved her mother and sister, and it hurt so bad inside every time she thought of them. She knew they were in a good place together, but why could they be with her and everyone else. She didn't understand why. Her sister had saved her many times. Her mother cared for her. They had both loved her. She then walked up to her sisters grave and dropped her sisters necklace. It was her favorite. Dawn had given it to her for her birthday. She then pulled a picture of her, Buffy, and her mother and gently placed it on the soft ground. "I love you both. Thanks mom for loving me. Thanks Buffy for saving me, and being my sister. I love you guys."
Dawn then started balling. Spike walked up to Dawn and comforted her.
They all said their silent goodbyes to their beloved friend. They all knew they would be back, but they
Author: Christy trl_4@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss owns these.
Summary: This is basically a fic about Buffy's funeral. Her 'night-funeral' that her friends hold for her.
Spoilers: Buffy's death.
Rating: G
Feedback: Yes, always!
It seemed like only yesterday it happened. They all had tried to push it to the very back of their minds, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not. She was dead. She had committed the greatest act of courage and kindness by saving the world; something she did everyday, she put her life on the line everyday, and no one said thank you, or gave her an award. Buffy Summers was the chosen one. No matter how hard she tried to forget, she couldn't. It was a part of her; it was what made her Buffy.
Giles, Willow, Xander, Dawn, Anya, Spike, Tara, and Angel stood around her gravestone. They had already buried her. It was nighttime and they had all decided to hold a little private ceremony for her. They thought it was only right to hold it at night, in which she spent the most of her very own nights.
Everyone stood around her graveside, the dark soil, and the dull gray of the tombstone.
Why couldn't we have gotten her a bright pink color or something for her instead of gray? Willow thought to herself. Buffy was her best friend. She did not know how she had made it to this day, after she died all Willow could do was cry. She did not know how she made it to this point in her life. Being a grown-up. Having to go through all the grown-up stuff. She had no idea where her life was going. All she had ever wanted to do was help people, and Buffy brought that out in her. She didn't know how she was going to go on.
Willow stepped forward and dropped a piece of paper and a beautiful yellow rose by the gravestone. She simply whispered, keeping back tears. "I love you."
Her hair. Giles thought, staring longingly at the yellow rose Willow had dropped. It was Giles' turn to say his silent last words.
Giles looked down at the tombstone. He couldn't see it but he knew what it said. Giles had cared for Buffy as he was her father. He knew she loved him as a father, and he loved her back. Buffy had brought many things to Giles' life in the time they knew each other. She had brought him many friends. Although Giles would never admit it, he did not have friends. She brought life out in everybody, the little fraction in your mind that says live life to the fullest, and Buffy did that every day. Giles didn't know how he was going to go on everyday not seeing Buffy walk through the door of the magic shop.
Giles walked up to her gravestone, and dropped a stake. He said. "I loved you like a daughter, and always thought of you as one."
Xander looked down at the ground, he knew it was his turn. He didn't know how he could say goodbye, or even if he could.
Xander had held his life in his hands many of times. He did it so he could be around an amazing young woman called Buffy. After they had, did it so long, it had become second nature, to just ask. "What big baddie is in town now?" But Xander would never get to ask Buffy that question again. Xander would never get to tell one of inapproiatley timed joke. Xander thought of all the things Buffy had given him. She had also given him his fiance. Anya, if Buffy had never reversed Anya's wish then there would be no Buffy or no Xander and Anya. Buffy had given friendship, which had helped him survive his hellful years of high school.
Xander then walked up and dropped a piece of paper, and a friendship ring. "I'm going to miss you." He said in a whisper.
Anya walked up to the gravestone. Anya thought of all the times she had no idea what was going on, but it seemed that all the answers had come to her this time. She had lost a good friend. She smiled, and said. "I'll miss you."
Tara then decided she should go up, she thought of how Buffy was such a great person. Her and her mother would be missed. She knew Buffy is in a better place. "You're in a better place." She paused looking up at the sky. "With your mother." Tara bent down, set a beautifully colored white candle down, and lit it.
Spike took a very deep breath. He stepped forward. Dawn was just to the right of him. She could not seem to meet his gaze. Buffy had made Spike fight for the side of good.
To everyone's surprise, Spike started talking.
"Buffy was a great person. I'm a better man because of her." Spike paused. He tossed down a red rose. "You made me what I am now. I will always love you." Spike almost started crying.
It was Angel's turn. Angel had had too much time to sit and think about all the things he meant to her. There was only one thing for him to say. He loved her, with all of his heart and soul. She knew it. Everyone knew what Buffy meant to Angel, and what Angel meant to Buffy. Angel couldn't even think about all the things she meant to him or he would start crying again. Angel walked up and dropped a white rose. "You are my always and forever." He dropped a cross and a cladaugh ring.
Dawn faced the others; she had just started crying again. She then turned to her sister's grave, which was right beside her mothers. All Dawn had left was her friends, which had now become her family. She loved her mother and sister, and it hurt so bad inside every time she thought of them. She knew they were in a good place together, but why could they be with her and everyone else. She didn't understand why. Her sister had saved her many times. Her mother cared for her. They had both loved her. She then walked up to her sisters grave and dropped her sisters necklace. It was her favorite. Dawn had given it to her for her birthday. She then pulled a picture of her, Buffy, and her mother and gently placed it on the soft ground. "I love you both. Thanks mom for loving me. Thanks Buffy for saving me, and being my sister. I love you guys."
Dawn then started balling. Spike walked up to Dawn and comforted her.
They all said their silent goodbyes to their beloved friend. They all knew they would be back, but they