I had an idea, ran with it again.
Summary: The gang wrote letters to each other the night before the Big Fight. Andrew's the postman.
Spoilers: None really. If you haven't seen "Chosen", you've been living under a giant rock.
Rating: Tame
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I just like to borrow. Joss is the King and I am just a lowly subject.
Just In Case
Chapter One: Searching For Something
Andrew picked up a torn bag and threw it over his shoulder. He had to find it. He just had to. He hid it in the bus before the Big Fight, just in case he didn't make it. He found it ironic that everyone gave him their letters to their friends and loved ones when he thought for sure he'd be the last one to survive. They didn't know they had all written just-in-case-I-don't-make-it letters to each other. Andrew had taken all the letters and put them inside a magically protected silver case then before the fight he put it on the getaway bus. Now he was looking for it so he could give the letters to the right people.
Anya had been the first to give him a letter. "Listen to me," she had said, "Andrew, if I die, I want you to give this to Xander, okay?"
Andrew took the letter, "But what if I die?"
"It won't matter because I'll still be alive," she told him.
"But what if both of us die?" Andrew asked.
Anya frowned, then shook her head, "No, one of us will make it. Okay? Whether it be you or me, one of us will live."
So, Andrew had taken the letter and put it in the case. He needed to find that stupid case so he could give Xander and Buffy their letters. He rummaged through more junk, mostly clothes, and other debris. "Ah ha!" he cried when he spied a silver glint underneath a pair of jeans. He grabbed the case and opened it by chanting a spell he had cast over it. He smiled, all the letters were still there.
Andrew thumbed through all the letters. He knew he was only supposed to give the ones of the people who died, but what was he supposed to do with the rest? There were nearly fifteen letters. He debated on reading them, but he didn't. He grabbed one and stuck it inside his pocket, shut the case and took off to deliver the letters.
