TITLE: The Bus
AUTHOR: Maid M
PAIRINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: Don't sue me, they aren't mine.
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Andrew looked out of the bus window. He wasn't supposed to be there. He was supposed to be dead. That was the plan. Die the lame-ass human trying to save the world. That's what he'd told Anya.
But she was gone.
He had excepted it, said his goodbyes, his thank yous, made his speech. He was at peace. He wasn't saying he was brave. Every time he thought about it his heart dropped to his feet. Death had seamed so inevitable to him that he couldn't not except it. To Andrew, death was part of life. But, who wasn't afraid of death?
Andrew wasn't ashamed of being afraid. He feared everything. His brother Tucker used to lock him in the closet. It was dark in there. Noises pressed their way around him and he had been afraid. Andrew had never liked the dark. Tucker knew that.
Andrew leaned his head against the cheap plastic coating on the bus seats. He looked around him. Girls bleed onto the upholstery or held broken bones, pulling and straightening them into suitable positions.
Some just sat, loss in their eyes.
Rona slept curled in a ball on one of the seats while Vi sat near by, arms crossed, keeping constant vigil over her injured friend.
Xander sat in the back, his eyes cast down. Andrew's gaze drew his attention and he looked up. Their eyes met for a moment, then looked away too quickly.
Everything was broken, gone. Slayers all over the world were awakening. Slayers even the first hadn't know existed. Girls, young and old, rich and poor, strong and weak. They didn't know how lucky they were, to be able to stand up for what they believed in. To have power. Power Andrew would never be able to comprehend.
Someone would have to tell them that.
Andrew smiled.