Title: Where Do We Go From Here?
Author: SlayerGirl
Rating: PG-13 through mild R
Disclaimer: I don't own anything; everything belongs to the almighty Joss. He is God.
Spoilers: Everything, including the series finale, Chosen.
A/N: This story is set after the ending of Chosen. It is definitely spuffy, although there may be some very slight bangel in there. Please, please, please: READ and REVIEW. Thank you.
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"I love you" "No you don't, but thanks for saying it" A blinding light consumed her and she awoke in spikes arms "shhh" he said calming her, she kissed him passionately and held him close. She felt his warm body against hers and she felt safe. At that moment she was jerked awake once more. This time for real. She had been dreaming again. About Spike.
She sat up in bed and pushed the covers off of her and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked over at the clock; it was only 6.30 in the morning. God, she felt like slaying something. There just wasn't much use for her powers here. The supernatural wasn't, well, natural around these parts. 'It must be the lack of Hellmouth' she thought to herself. And at that moment she missed Sunnydale, and her home, and slaying. There was so much she wished she could have brought with her. Of course the usual things like books, furniture, and clothes, but what she really missed where the other, little, things that were important to her. Like the cross and ring Angel gave her, Mr. Gordo, and the picture of her, Willow and Xander when they were still in High School. And Mr. Pointy, she admitted to herself almost laughingly. But most of all she wished she could have brought Spike. Saved him somehow from the ruble that once was her home. She missed him sorely, though she tried not to admit it to herself. She brushed off her thoughts of Sunnydale and stood up yawning. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She took a long warm shower and let the soothing water drops run down her, forgetting her cares and worries. She simply rested her mind. She stepped out of the shower after what seemed like forever and wrapped a big soft towel around her. She wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at the reflection. She looked different.Older. Not the same old Buffy.
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It was only 7.30 when Buffy went downstairs to the kitchen. She wasn't that hungry but she needed something to keep her occupied until the others were awake. 'How dare you wake up this early on a Sunday' she thought to herself sarcastically. She was surprised to see dawn up as well and sipping coffee at the kitchen table.
"Couldn't sleep either?" Buffy asked as she entered the kitchen.
"Nope." Her sister replied. "I just can't seem to stay asleep in that room. Not that it's a bad room, even with the bareness, but its just doesn't feel right. It's not."
".Home" Buffy finished. She leaned back against the counter with her arms on the edge to support her. "Well maybe when we get some more furniture it will add a more homey touch." She continued.
"We should get doilies" dawn added, "nothing says home like doilies:"
"I always wanted a tea cozy" Buffy said appreciatively. "I dunno. I guess it will all take some getting used to. New town. New house. New no Hellmouth."
"I'm sorta ok with that last part. Death and mayhem definitely something I can live without." dawn replied as she stood up to put her now empty cup in the sink. "Think Giles is up?"
"Dunno. I don't think so. Surprising really. He's usually 'up at the crack of dawn' guy." Buffy answered. Giles had moved in with them after they defeated the First. He was the one who bought the new house, and was basically supporting Buffy until she could get back on her feet. He didn't mind, he liked taking care of Buffy and her sister and although he missed England he had made the decision to stay with Buffy and her friends.
"Hmm." Dawn said in her usual casual way. "At least one of us is sleeping." She continued. "I'm gonna go take a shower and get dressed now." She said. She was still in her pajamas and her hair was all disheveled. "See ya," she said to her sister as she went to go upstairs, leaving Buffy alone with her thoughts.
Her life was so different now. Normal. They had only been in Torrance for 3 weeks after moving here following the battle against the Firsts army, and in that time she hadn't needed her slayer powers even once. Well, except when that peanut butter jar was causing her troubles. Xander and Willow had followed them and both lived nearby in their own homes. The potentials had all returned to their families and Faith went back to LA with Robin to fight the still active forces of darkness. As for Andrew, well, he decided to move in with Xander, and even though Xander pretended to hate it, deep down he liked having Andrew around.
Buffy, deciding she would never be able to sleep, especially if she kept dreaming about Spike every night, went into the living room and plopped herself down on the couch. She turned on the TV, and almost laughed; Passions was on. Tears filled her eyes at the thought of Spike and she laid her head down on the sofa, half watching the television. 5 minutes later she was asleep. And dreaming.
Author: SlayerGirl
Rating: PG-13 through mild R
Disclaimer: I don't own anything; everything belongs to the almighty Joss. He is God.
Spoilers: Everything, including the series finale, Chosen.
A/N: This story is set after the ending of Chosen. It is definitely spuffy, although there may be some very slight bangel in there. Please, please, please: READ and REVIEW. Thank you.
* * *
"I love you" "No you don't, but thanks for saying it" A blinding light consumed her and she awoke in spikes arms "shhh" he said calming her, she kissed him passionately and held him close. She felt his warm body against hers and she felt safe. At that moment she was jerked awake once more. This time for real. She had been dreaming again. About Spike.
She sat up in bed and pushed the covers off of her and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked over at the clock; it was only 6.30 in the morning. God, she felt like slaying something. There just wasn't much use for her powers here. The supernatural wasn't, well, natural around these parts. 'It must be the lack of Hellmouth' she thought to herself. And at that moment she missed Sunnydale, and her home, and slaying. There was so much she wished she could have brought with her. Of course the usual things like books, furniture, and clothes, but what she really missed where the other, little, things that were important to her. Like the cross and ring Angel gave her, Mr. Gordo, and the picture of her, Willow and Xander when they were still in High School. And Mr. Pointy, she admitted to herself almost laughingly. But most of all she wished she could have brought Spike. Saved him somehow from the ruble that once was her home. She missed him sorely, though she tried not to admit it to herself. She brushed off her thoughts of Sunnydale and stood up yawning. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She took a long warm shower and let the soothing water drops run down her, forgetting her cares and worries. She simply rested her mind. She stepped out of the shower after what seemed like forever and wrapped a big soft towel around her. She wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at the reflection. She looked different.Older. Not the same old Buffy.
* * *
It was only 7.30 when Buffy went downstairs to the kitchen. She wasn't that hungry but she needed something to keep her occupied until the others were awake. 'How dare you wake up this early on a Sunday' she thought to herself sarcastically. She was surprised to see dawn up as well and sipping coffee at the kitchen table.
"Couldn't sleep either?" Buffy asked as she entered the kitchen.
"Nope." Her sister replied. "I just can't seem to stay asleep in that room. Not that it's a bad room, even with the bareness, but its just doesn't feel right. It's not."
".Home" Buffy finished. She leaned back against the counter with her arms on the edge to support her. "Well maybe when we get some more furniture it will add a more homey touch." She continued.
"We should get doilies" dawn added, "nothing says home like doilies:"
"I always wanted a tea cozy" Buffy said appreciatively. "I dunno. I guess it will all take some getting used to. New town. New house. New no Hellmouth."
"I'm sorta ok with that last part. Death and mayhem definitely something I can live without." dawn replied as she stood up to put her now empty cup in the sink. "Think Giles is up?"
"Dunno. I don't think so. Surprising really. He's usually 'up at the crack of dawn' guy." Buffy answered. Giles had moved in with them after they defeated the First. He was the one who bought the new house, and was basically supporting Buffy until she could get back on her feet. He didn't mind, he liked taking care of Buffy and her sister and although he missed England he had made the decision to stay with Buffy and her friends.
"Hmm." Dawn said in her usual casual way. "At least one of us is sleeping." She continued. "I'm gonna go take a shower and get dressed now." She said. She was still in her pajamas and her hair was all disheveled. "See ya," she said to her sister as she went to go upstairs, leaving Buffy alone with her thoughts.
Her life was so different now. Normal. They had only been in Torrance for 3 weeks after moving here following the battle against the Firsts army, and in that time she hadn't needed her slayer powers even once. Well, except when that peanut butter jar was causing her troubles. Xander and Willow had followed them and both lived nearby in their own homes. The potentials had all returned to their families and Faith went back to LA with Robin to fight the still active forces of darkness. As for Andrew, well, he decided to move in with Xander, and even though Xander pretended to hate it, deep down he liked having Andrew around.
Buffy, deciding she would never be able to sleep, especially if she kept dreaming about Spike every night, went into the living room and plopped herself down on the couch. She turned on the TV, and almost laughed; Passions was on. Tears filled her eyes at the thought of Spike and she laid her head down on the sofa, half watching the television. 5 minutes later she was asleep. And dreaming.