Title: While I was sleeping
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to Joss Whedon etc.
Summary: Spoilery for the Gift. My intake on how and why Buffy wakes from the dead.
Buffy slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, except there didn't seem to be any. She felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, she stood-up and frowned remarking dryly, "Well, the after-life really isn't all it's cracked-up to be"
"That's because your not in it Buffy"
Whirling round Buffy found herself face to face with a familiar figure that she couldn't quite place and said the first thing that came to her confused mind, "Huh?"
Smiling slightly the man answered with an Irish lilt, "You're in nothing, seems the PTB haven't quite decided to let you go. Can't quite understand myself but I guess that's the way it goes" Pausing he looked at her still confused expression, "You don't remember me do you?"
Buffy shook her head almost apologetically, "Sorry, you kinda seem familiar but the name's not coming"
"Makes sense, you only saw me for a couple of minutes. Cordelia dragged me out to give the two of you space while yous "talked" out your differences. I'm Doyle, friend of Angel's"
Recognition flashed over Buffy's face and she smiled somewhat in relief, "Right, i remember you. Oz mentioned you were big on the drink after he delivered something to Angel for me"
Embarrassed Doyle quickly changed the subject, "Right, well the PTB-"
He stopped cut-off by Buffy's blank look, "The PTB?"
"Powers that be, they're the big noise in everythin' worldly and un-worldly too probably. Anyway, they decided after weighin' up their options that it'd be best for them to bring you back. Your death didn't cause an activation of the next slayer considerin' you weren't the current slayer and since that other one's in jail the world's probably gonna crumble from under everyone on it's feet". He stopped to take in the look of dread on her face and hastily added, "Course you do have the choice"
Cautiously Buffy looked up at him, "A choice? What kind of choice?"
Looking at her seriously for the first time he answered calmly, "The choice to go to paradise, heaven whatever you want to call it or to go home, back to Earth and your friends"
For the first time since she woke-up Buffy realised what she was feeling, peace. The problem was, she liked it a little too much.
Pacing in what she had discovered was a completely white narrow corridor Buffy looked accusingly at Doyle, "So basically your saying that i have the choice of going on to heaven or whatever, spending the rest of eternity with my mother and doing whatever i want. Or going back to Earth to avert apocalypses, fight demons and the rest of the slaying duties?"
Doyles shrugged helplessly, "Well, yeah but we really do need you to go back if you don't mind"
Buffy stalked over to him and shoved him up against the wall angrily, "If i don't mind? Of course i mind! I've done the whole slaying thing and i've stopped at least five apocalypses and god knows how many demons and vampires. It's meant to be over, i'm meant to just stop now, all of it's meant to stop". She gently let go of him and looked at the clean white floor which now that she thought about it reminded her of the hospital floor. Actually, the whole corridor reminded her of a hospital full stop. Oh god, she was being asked to make a big decision in a hospital of all places, they couldn't have picked a nice hot beach in the South of France or...
Her mind rambling was stopped as Doyles placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "It's not going to be easy Buffy, no-one's saying it is and no-one's telling you what your answers to be"
Looking up she gave him an amused look, "Then why are you here?"
Smiling at her he answered innocently, "Me? Oh, i'm just along for the ride princess"
She smiled before her brow creased and she frowned again, "How long do i have to decide?"
"What? You've still got a couple more stages to go through before you make your decision darlin', this is just the first step"
She grinned at him in amusement, "The first step? What have i wandered into the AA or something?"
"No love, you've wondered into No Mans Land"
Before she could reply he reached out and touched her temple, just before her vision blacked out completely she could see Doyle's encouraging smile. And then everything went black.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to Joss Whedon etc.
Summary: Spoilery for the Gift. My intake on how and why Buffy wakes from the dead.
Buffy slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, except there didn't seem to be any. She felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, she stood-up and frowned remarking dryly, "Well, the after-life really isn't all it's cracked-up to be"
"That's because your not in it Buffy"
Whirling round Buffy found herself face to face with a familiar figure that she couldn't quite place and said the first thing that came to her confused mind, "Huh?"
Smiling slightly the man answered with an Irish lilt, "You're in nothing, seems the PTB haven't quite decided to let you go. Can't quite understand myself but I guess that's the way it goes" Pausing he looked at her still confused expression, "You don't remember me do you?"
Buffy shook her head almost apologetically, "Sorry, you kinda seem familiar but the name's not coming"
"Makes sense, you only saw me for a couple of minutes. Cordelia dragged me out to give the two of you space while yous "talked" out your differences. I'm Doyle, friend of Angel's"
Recognition flashed over Buffy's face and she smiled somewhat in relief, "Right, i remember you. Oz mentioned you were big on the drink after he delivered something to Angel for me"
Embarrassed Doyle quickly changed the subject, "Right, well the PTB-"
He stopped cut-off by Buffy's blank look, "The PTB?"
"Powers that be, they're the big noise in everythin' worldly and un-worldly too probably. Anyway, they decided after weighin' up their options that it'd be best for them to bring you back. Your death didn't cause an activation of the next slayer considerin' you weren't the current slayer and since that other one's in jail the world's probably gonna crumble from under everyone on it's feet". He stopped to take in the look of dread on her face and hastily added, "Course you do have the choice"
Cautiously Buffy looked up at him, "A choice? What kind of choice?"
Looking at her seriously for the first time he answered calmly, "The choice to go to paradise, heaven whatever you want to call it or to go home, back to Earth and your friends"
For the first time since she woke-up Buffy realised what she was feeling, peace. The problem was, she liked it a little too much.
Pacing in what she had discovered was a completely white narrow corridor Buffy looked accusingly at Doyle, "So basically your saying that i have the choice of going on to heaven or whatever, spending the rest of eternity with my mother and doing whatever i want. Or going back to Earth to avert apocalypses, fight demons and the rest of the slaying duties?"
Doyles shrugged helplessly, "Well, yeah but we really do need you to go back if you don't mind"
Buffy stalked over to him and shoved him up against the wall angrily, "If i don't mind? Of course i mind! I've done the whole slaying thing and i've stopped at least five apocalypses and god knows how many demons and vampires. It's meant to be over, i'm meant to just stop now, all of it's meant to stop". She gently let go of him and looked at the clean white floor which now that she thought about it reminded her of the hospital floor. Actually, the whole corridor reminded her of a hospital full stop. Oh god, she was being asked to make a big decision in a hospital of all places, they couldn't have picked a nice hot beach in the South of France or...
Her mind rambling was stopped as Doyles placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "It's not going to be easy Buffy, no-one's saying it is and no-one's telling you what your answers to be"
Looking up she gave him an amused look, "Then why are you here?"
Smiling at her he answered innocently, "Me? Oh, i'm just along for the ride princess"
She smiled before her brow creased and she frowned again, "How long do i have to decide?"
"What? You've still got a couple more stages to go through before you make your decision darlin', this is just the first step"
She grinned at him in amusement, "The first step? What have i wandered into the AA or something?"
"No love, you've wondered into No Mans Land"
Before she could reply he reached out and touched her temple, just before her vision blacked out completely she could see Doyle's encouraging smile. And then everything went black.