I'm sorry I couldn't give you a drawer. But I wanted this to be yours. Ours. You'd have all the drawers you could ever want.
They spent the first night in the old Mansion. They'd never really gone through all the paperwork Mayor Wilkins left behind. The town was inextricably linked to the Hellmouth - it harnessed energy, attracted demons and power-hungry sorcerers, and drew gullible citizens to feast upon. Whatever they left behind was gone, and everything within the city limits had collapsed with it. But nothing outside the town limits was harmed. The Route 17 Ice Rink. The caves down by the beach. And the Crawford street mansion.
I never stopped going there. But I had to be careful, because I didn't want them to know. Especially him. There's a part of me I didn't want people to know. I didn't think they could handle it...
While the girls were complaining about dragging their tired selves into the deserted building, Buffy went straight to the master bedroom.
And while Angel wasn't there to congratulate her or celebrate, he didn't have to be. He'd known she would win, and he knew what it would cost. He'd left thirty suitcases full of women's clothing, and quite a few pieces of luggage for the male contingent as well. There were provisions for at least a week, and enough medical supplies to set up a triage unit. Sleeping bags and blankets were strewn about the great hall.
"I don't think the clear-out was in the First Evil's plan. Win or lose, there's a good chance that the town won't survive. Just tell me when you can't see Revello anymore..."
Angel was nothing if not efficient on short notice. She went over to the boxes. Willow and Dawn's computers and schoolbooks. Giles' meager collection. Xander and Andrew's comic and movie collections.
The weapons chest Xander made for her. And some very special packages for Buffy. And her jewelry box. With a new addition.
Winning doesn't
matter if there's nothing left to enjoy. Oh life, how much we've missed
you!