THREE: ANYA
Anya,
Make them smile
Love Buffy
Anya felt horribly guilty. If she'd listened to Giles and hadn't told Buffy, the Slayer would still be there, and they wouldn't be tucked up in her room, tears dampening them all, as sobs filled the otherwise quiet room. She took the note from Dawn, almost surprised that she was actually getting one.
She'd always felt like an outsider of the Scoobies, especially recently, though that had been for a good reason. She'd been a demon. Anya unfolded the note and smiled as she saw the words written within the letter.
Make them smile.
As much as the group had always complained about her obsessive way of speaking about sex, it had always made the Scoobies smile, either with Anya or at her. Buffy had told her only recently that she sort of missed the bluntness of Anya's tactless talks about sex.
Anya could still recall the day after their attempted battle to the death. Buffy had arrived at her doorstep, smiling nervously and bearing two mochas. Anya had regarded her suspiciously at first, but had invited the girl in anyway. Buffy had offered her one of the cups which Anya took cautiously, almost expecting the drink to be poisoned, but at that stage in her life, she hadn't cared if she lived or died, and figured that the worst that could happen was death, which she wouldn't have minded.
So, the two girls had drank their drinks in silence until Buffy had finally spoken up.
"I'm sorry. You know…for trying to kill you. I'm glad I didn't have to. Killing friends…not fun."
Anya had been surprised to hear Buffy call Anya her friend, but had relaxed around the slight blonde girl after that. They'd fallen into a comfortable conversation that had ended with the two of them going shopping for the afternoon. And when Anya had woken up the next day, still in perfect health, she knew that Buffy had been genuine the previous day in her offer of friendship.
Anya sniffled and silently vowed that she wouldn't let Buffy down. She would make them smile or die trying.