TITLE: Things We Shouldn't Forget (This is only an introduction)
DISCLAIMER: This is the Buffy Verse solely owned by the ol' mighty Joss Whedon, I do not claim to own any of these characters yada yada yada
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Pretty Much Everything! It's set straight after season 6. Willow and Giles are in England whilst the rest of them try to get on with there normal lives back home. But im playing the Willow card different, she still has some power left. She not completely drained like she was at the end of Grave. Also, Spike has not yet returned from Africa and will not do during this fic.
Willow sat quietly perched on the end of a bed whilst the sound of news reporters blurred out in the background. She wasn't really listening but she just needed for the voices to be there as a way of calming her down Five days had passed since Xander had stopped her on Kingmans Bluff. She felt awkward now; travelling to England had been difficult. Sitting on the plane like a normal person, watching as the ordinary people went about their lives. She use to be ordinary once, that felt like a lifetime ago now. It was like a distant memory, you can recall it but you don't remember exactly what it was like. She'll probably never be ordinary again, ever since Buffy things had been a rollercoaster ride of action and emotion. There was never regret, until now.
"An amazing discover was made yesterday, but with it came a price." Willow eyes became infixed on the Television screen, she concentrated on every word to give herself something to do, a way of blocking out unpleasant thoughts. "Believed to be Babylonian in origin it is held as one of the greatest discoveries of this century." Willow put her hands together in her lap and continued to listen. "Three archaeologists were found dead at the entrance of this long forgotten tomb, it is unknown at this time why these unfortunate deaths occurred."
A knock sent Willows concentration off and as her head snapped quickly to see who was at the door the knocking was followed by a loud bang and the crackling off energy. Giles peered in through the doorway to spot Willow sat on the bed and across from her lay the TV set with a cracked screen and smoke rising from it. The faintest crackling of energy emerged from it before dissipating. Turning his attention to Willow he noticed she began to sob. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too." She brought her hands to her face as the tears began to fall." Giles moved slowly by her side and place himself on the bed next to her. "Its ok, we both know your recovery is going to be a long gruelling task and there are going to be times when things like this happen. Your body is trying to free itself off deep mystical energies and sometimes it just can't stay bottled up." He looked at her solemn face, the guilt etched across it was evident and Giles knew at any moment she could be overwhelmed with power and lose the one spark of humanity that Xander lit within her. "Are you ready to meet with them?" Giles looked at her kindly with his best comfiting smile. She turned to him trying to make it through the tears but she didn't say a word.
"Buffy down!" Dawn screamed as loud as she could and let go of the small knife that was firmly held in her palm. It flew through the air but as usual missed by a mile and struck the side of a nearby tree. "Ok, need to stop doing that." Before she could even react she was swung round and then on to the ground, flying over a tombstone she scrambled and then looked up for a weapon. Just ahead of her she could see her sister fighting two vamps and on the floor not far away laid an axe. "Gotcha." Springing upwards she leapt forward. Picking up the pace she lifted the axe with both hands. Turning she saw her own attacked in close pursuit. "That's right sharp teeth, Dawns gonna give you some." She paused for a moment and thought about what she had just said. The vampire charged and she swung the axe wide and missed. "Ok check, learn to pun… and fight"
Buffy jumped up and swiftly kicked one of the vamps in the jaw, the vamp reeled backwards giving her enough time to attack the other. Gripping her stake in one hand she charged at the other vamp, grabbing him by the arm she yanked him forward. Kneeing him in the stomach she raised the stake high for a quick follow up. "Another one bits the dust." Throwing her arm down with force she caught the vamp in the chest and as the stake pushed through his skin and into his heart he exploded into a million dust particles. Shooting around she cracked the first vamp in the knee and as he keeled over she grabbed his head with both hands and twisted his head with all her force. As the bones cracked she looked pleased with herself. Behind her she could hear her sister calling out for help. "Ok Dawn you ask to come on patrol and I train you but I always seem to be saving you." She cursed under her breath before running over and making quick work of the attacking vamp. Dawn stood in front of her panting and out of breath "I… was just… about… to do… that." Buffy nodded and then held out a hand to help her sister up off the ground.
"How many times have I told you not to throw knives? Your aim sucks!" Buffy chuckled as the two siblings walked slowly home. "Well yeah, but it does always seem to confuse them. They're like 'What's she doing?' that's always good right?" Buffy smiled but didn't say a word. Things were getting better; just these little moments with her sister really made her feel lucky. After the doom and gloom of the past year it was refreshing to have a little laughter breach her outer shell. Life in Sunnydale seemed to be slowly returning to normal, with Giles and Willow gone there was hardly anyone around. Xander always seemed to be there as always but he seemed more interested in winning Anya's affection back. So many people had gone. Her Mum, Tara and even Spike. At the moment she didn't want to lose anyone else and that's why these moments with Dawn were so precious. The two continued to joke as they moved on out of the graveyard.
A pair of eyes lay fixed on the two young women as they left. Nothing could be seen of this thing, not being able to tell who or what it was. Covered in black from head to toe it had the shape of a human. Not saying a word it turned and seemed to walk into a mist that appeared before it. The only thing it left behind was a gentle hissing and then it was gone.
