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Chapter Seven – The End.
"Xander? Said Buffy. "Xander?" She repeated a little louder this time.
Xander suddenly looked up at her as if bought out of a daydream, "Huh? What?"
"You haven't said anything for like an hour."
"Sorry I don't feel much like talking right now."
"Is it because I said that you and Anya shouldn't get back together?"
"No. Absolutely not…. well…in a way, yes."
"Really?"
"It got me thinking."
"About what?"
"Stuff."
"Stuff? What kind of stuff."
"Important kind of stuff."
"How important?"
"Life-changing."
"What is it?"
Xander stayed silent.
"Oh you are so not doing this to me, Xander Harris."
"Doing what?"
"You can't tell me you are thinking about life-changing stuff and then not tell me what it is."
"I can and I will."
"Alright, you are forcing me to guess. Let me think, life-changing stuff? And me saying that you and Anya shouldn't be together started it? Hmm…"
"This is going to be one of those really long guessing games."
"If it is annoying you can always just tell me."
Xander just smiled.
"Fine, have it your way. My first guess is that it is something to do with relationships."
Xander's left eye twitched ever so slightly.
"Ah-hah."
"Ah-hah what?"
"Ah-hah, I was right."
"How do you know that?"
"You have a tell."
"I don't have a tell."
"Uh-huh. Your left eye twitched."
"That doesn't mean you were right. It could have been itchy."
"Okay, let's test it. You cried at the film, Bambi."
Xander's left eye twitched again.
"See!" Said an excited Buffy.
"Damn! Wait, how did you know that?"
"Willow told me."
"Oh, she is so dead." Xander said under his breath. "What else did she tell you?"
"Nothing really. Just that when you were seven you used to prance around and say you were a ballerina."
"That's not true. I was six and I didn't prance. Just jumped occasionally."
"Did you wear one of those pink thingy?"
"Yes."
Buffy tried to stop herself laughing but couldn't.
"Laugh it up Slayer. But I was pretty damn good."
"As a ballerina?"
"Yeah, I had raw talent. If I continued it I could have been one of the best in the world."
"Why didn't you continue?"
"Only a woman would ask that question."
"What? What is wrong with that question?'
"You do remember a little thing called school, right?"
"Point taken."
[Moment of silence]
"Is it to do with Anya?"
"Is what to do with Anya?"
"Your life-changing stuff."
"No comment."
"Willow?"
"No comment."
"Giles?"
This time Xander said nothing but just looked at the ground
"Dawn?"
Again Xander just looked at the ground.
"Me?"
Xander's left eye twitched.
"It's to do with me?"
"No, of course not."
"But your left eye twitched."
"So? I think you are putting a little too much faith in the whole left eye twitch thing."
"So it is not to do with me?"
Xander's left eye twitched, again.
"It did it again!"
"Alright fine. It is about you."
"What is it?"
Xander fell silent.
"Come on, I think I have a right to know."
"What makes you think that?"
"I don't know. I just do."
"Why because you are the Slayer? Because you're Buffy? And you have to know everything? Well this is one thing you don't have a right to know!" Xander was shouting by now.
Buffy didn't say anything but her face was betrayed her feeling of complete shock.
Xander spoke again but this time his voice was quiet and calm. "Listen Buffy, I didn't mean…"
However before he could finish the shadows of four figures was projected onto the wall behind Buffy.
That is the end of this fan fiction. I would like to thank all the people who made this piece of writing possible. Unfortunately that would involve me thanking myself, which I think we can agree is slightly egocentric. So I will simply finish by giving you a quote that I think sums up exactly how I feel, "Screw you guys, I'm going home."