TRANSITION

Summary: A short Andrew musing from season 7.

Disclaimer: ::snorts:: I do not own the BtVS empire and all of its properties. They belong to people like Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, Mutant Enemy, Fox, UPN, WB, etc. The caterers are higher up on the list then I am.

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So it begins.

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"blessed are the geeks; they shall inherit the earth"

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Han Solo had it all. The moves, the looks, Leia… everything. I would give anything to be Harrison Ford in 1979. Or to be born in a galaxy far, far away, long, long, ago. Alas, I was destined for neither.

Warren was the Han Solo. As much as I'd like to say it was me, I know it wasn't. I was the Luke; the whiny protégé being led around. Maybe that's a little harsh, but seriously, Luke was a loser. Sure he had the force, but Han got the ladies. Then again, Luke had a lightsaber, so it is kind of a draw. Jonathan would have been Chewy, I guess.

Or maybe Warren was the Darth Vader. It all depends on how you look at it. When everything was happening, I would have equated us to Luke and Han and Chewbacca. Now, I'm not so sure. We knew what we were doing was wrong, we knew that. But deep down underneath, there was no malice, at least on my part.

I've had to accept what I've done. I followed Warren blindly; I killed my best friend. All in the name of world domination.

I didn't know it would get this far when we started.

I didn't know I'd be the last one standing, guilt tearing me down. Jonathon was murdered by someone whom he trusted.

Sometime in there, I think we joined the Dark Side.

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