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to keep going…( Anyways, here it is
Her shoes made a steady click-click-click on the sidewalk. The quiet street was empty, everybody content and warm in their beds. All except one. Buffy had been walking around the small town of Sunnydale ever since Tara had broken the news.
The scene looked so serene on the outside. A young woman walking alone on a small safe street. But in her mind was a tornado. What would she do? Where would she go? What about her Slayer duties? What would the Powers That Be do? What about the Watcher's Council? They would fire her for sure. What would happen to Dawn? Would she still get to keep her? Thoughts coming and going, questions squeezing in where she would have thought there was no possible way they could fit. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted her brain to be numb, to be empty. She was tired of analyzing thoughts and answering questions.
She fell to her knees, right in the middle of her driveway. She brought her hands up to her head and gently rocked back and forth. They had finally done it. They broke her. They broke the Slayer. One silly small impregnation was all it took. She was at the end of her rope. A person could only be so strong for so long. And her expiration date was apparently upon them. She dried her face where tears had involuntarily fell.
She wiped her hands and walked to the door with her head down and her hands defeatedly in her pockets. She was getting ready to place her hand on the doorknob when she stopped. She looked back to the spot where she had cried and there it stood. The old beat-up DeSoto.
It suddenly occurred to Buffy that Spike would have to know. How on earth would he handle it? Would he leave? Like the others? The thought bothered her more than she liked. She couldn't stand it if he did. He had to stay. How would the Scoobies react? Would they look down on her? Think less of her?
She furrowed her brow and walked into the house, her body and mind exhausted. She could hear Dawn and Spike laughing about something that had happened on the TV.
"Buffy? Is that you?" Dawn got up from the couch and walked over to her sister. Spike followed behind. Dawn put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "Where have you been? Tara said you ran out of her apartment and she didn't know where you went." She looked expectantly at Buffy. Buffy stared back blankly, not really understanding the words that were coming out of Dawn's mouth.
"It's late. You should be in bed Dawn. It's a school night. You have to go to school, or else they might take you away." The words flowed emotionlessly from her mouth.
"Buffy-"
"Dawn just do it!! Got to your room! Go to bed!!" She screamed. Buffy had to make sure Dawn went to school. Dawn looked shocked and hurt. It was as if she pet a puppy and it bit off her hand. She had been truly worried about Buffy. She ran up the stairs fighting back tears.
Spike led a shaking Buffy over to the couch and set her down. His expression was that of serious and ready for a battle.
"You shouldn't yell at the Bit. She worried about you so. The witch said something serious was going on. What's the matter pet?" He grabbed her frail hand.
"I…it's just…" She trailed off. She couldn't look him in the eye. She couldn't let him know. "I have the flu." She lied.
"Is that all?" He tried to meet her eyes, but she kept her head down. He seemed temporarily satisfied with the answer and put his arms around her. She rested on his shoulder. She couldn't let him leave. He had to stay.
Her shoes made a steady click-click-click on the sidewalk. The quiet street was empty, everybody content and warm in their beds. All except one. Buffy had been walking around the small town of Sunnydale ever since Tara had broken the news.
The scene looked so serene on the outside. A young woman walking alone on a small safe street. But in her mind was a tornado. What would she do? Where would she go? What about her Slayer duties? What would the Powers That Be do? What about the Watcher's Council? They would fire her for sure. What would happen to Dawn? Would she still get to keep her? Thoughts coming and going, questions squeezing in where she would have thought there was no possible way they could fit. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted her brain to be numb, to be empty. She was tired of analyzing thoughts and answering questions.
She fell to her knees, right in the middle of her driveway. She brought her hands up to her head and gently rocked back and forth. They had finally done it. They broke her. They broke the Slayer. One silly small impregnation was all it took. She was at the end of her rope. A person could only be so strong for so long. And her expiration date was apparently upon them. She dried her face where tears had involuntarily fell.
She wiped her hands and walked to the door with her head down and her hands defeatedly in her pockets. She was getting ready to place her hand on the doorknob when she stopped. She looked back to the spot where she had cried and there it stood. The old beat-up DeSoto.
It suddenly occurred to Buffy that Spike would have to know. How on earth would he handle it? Would he leave? Like the others? The thought bothered her more than she liked. She couldn't stand it if he did. He had to stay. How would the Scoobies react? Would they look down on her? Think less of her?
She furrowed her brow and walked into the house, her body and mind exhausted. She could hear Dawn and Spike laughing about something that had happened on the TV.
"Buffy? Is that you?" Dawn got up from the couch and walked over to her sister. Spike followed behind. Dawn put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "Where have you been? Tara said you ran out of her apartment and she didn't know where you went." She looked expectantly at Buffy. Buffy stared back blankly, not really understanding the words that were coming out of Dawn's mouth.
"It's late. You should be in bed Dawn. It's a school night. You have to go to school, or else they might take you away." The words flowed emotionlessly from her mouth.
"Buffy-"
"Dawn just do it!! Got to your room! Go to bed!!" She screamed. Buffy had to make sure Dawn went to school. Dawn looked shocked and hurt. It was as if she pet a puppy and it bit off her hand. She had been truly worried about Buffy. She ran up the stairs fighting back tears.
Spike led a shaking Buffy over to the couch and set her down. His expression was that of serious and ready for a battle.
"You shouldn't yell at the Bit. She worried about you so. The witch said something serious was going on. What's the matter pet?" He grabbed her frail hand.
"I…it's just…" She trailed off. She couldn't look him in the eye. She couldn't let him know. "I have the flu." She lied.
"Is that all?" He tried to meet her eyes, but she kept her head down. He seemed temporarily satisfied with the answer and put his arms around her. She rested on his shoulder. She couldn't let him leave. He had to stay.