Title: The Way "End of Days" Should Have Been
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Please!
Chapter Title: Mourning
Previously: Hades has been launching attack after attack on the Scoobies, one of which caused Dawn to have a miscarriage and everyone wanting revenge. Less than a week after that, Hades sent Erinyes's, or Furies, to attack the Scooby Gang. The Furies only attack people who have taken another person's life, especially those who've killed in their own family. Meanwhile, Buffy is heading to the Underworld to have Hades lift the curse, but at the cost of Giles' life.
Summary: How the death effects the Scoobies and some come to terms with problems.
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The service had been small and brief. A few colleagues from England flew in. It was held in the daytime, in a quiet and secluded cemetery. All the men wore suits and a tie (including Andrew), and all the women wore a type of black dress. Dawn cried silently while Giles was being put in the ground, but she held her head up firm. With this action, it struck Buffy how grown up her sister had become. She felt an extra stab of guilt she didn't notice this sooner. She vowed to herself that they'd have sibling time after all this was over.
The funeral was held five days after Giles died, and Buffy still hadn't told anyone that they were going to war in nine days. In all honesty, she had forgotten about it until that morning. That past week had her confused and riding an emotional roller coaster.
After the service it was getting late. The gang went back home they all headed to the living room and sat. Buffy stood up. "I know this isn't a good time to talk about this, but it's all we've got. In nine days Hades plans to open the Hellmouth."
There were chorus's of 'what' and 'huh' and one 'oh dear, lord'. "Where's the Hellmouth?" asked Deanna.
"One of the things we need to figure out," said Buffy. "We need to know how many demons he's bringing out with him, how he's able to do this, why he's doing this-"
"He's doing this to rule both the Underworld and the mortal world," answered Spike, half-sitting, half-standing on the desk.
"Wouldn't Poseidon be angry?" questioned Tara timidly.
"Notice Hades isn't openin' the Hellmouth in the sea. All Poseidon cares about is his own territory. Hades's playin' his cards well on this one."
Buffy noted the sharpness in his words and looked at his confused. "I know this is shocking news, but right now, we all just need to get some rest and figure out all this tomorrow." Nobody moved for a few moments, until Willow and Tara got up and headed upstairs. Everyone else took this as an okay to move.
Connor leaned towards Dawn and whispered, "I'm gonna go downstairs and train for awhile. Do you want to?"
She looked at him teary eyed. "No. I think I'll sit here a little more and . . . think." He kissed her temple and left. It was only herself and Fred left in the room.
Fred shifted uncomfortably. "Hey, when things get rough like this for me, I either try to think of an equation and answer that will restore complete balance between good and evil to keep it permanently or play chess."
"Are you suggesting the equation or chess?" asked Dawn.
Fred grinned. "Well, unless you really want to hear my theories on visionary level's and quantum existence's, I suggest chess." The teen grinned slightly and rubbed her eyes.
Within ten minutes, the two girls were in a serious match, and Dawn felt she was fairing pretty well considering the fact she was playing a genius. "Check," said Dawn thinking she had finally trapped Fred's king.
Fred scanned the board thoroughly. "Ah! Checkmate!" Sure enough, Dawn's king was surrounded by a queen, king, rook, and knight. "Wanna play again?" She looked up when Wesley came in, and touched her shoulder. "Hey, did ya need something?"
"Actually, I need to talk to Dawn," he said putting down the stack of books he held and sat next to Fred. "I also would like your opinion on the matter."
"Oh, all right then." The scientist settled in and looked at some of the papers he held.
"Dawn, before Giles. . passed away, he proposed an idea to me that I believe would be an accurate suggestion. Given the fact you seem to know an extensive amount of demonology and folklore and the fact your grades have been improving greatly, this job would be perfect. Do understand what I'm asking?"
She gazed at him blankly. "Might help if you actually said it."
He glanced at Fred who looked up momentarily and nodded in agreement to her statement. "We think you should become a Watcher." Dawn raised her eyebrows. "He gave me some paperwork and sketches of his plans to where we could start working as soon as tomorrow morning if wanted."
Fred looked up again. "These notes are really thorough, although they are kinda hard to read. His hand writing's so small."
"Giles really wanted me to do this?" asked Dawn in sincerity.
"In a manner of speaking. He wanted it to be your choice."
"Deal."
***
Buffy walked outside to find Spike sitting on the steps. "What's wrong?" she asked sitting next to him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He flicked the cigarette into the yard.
"I just forgot," she responded quietly, looking down.
"How can you just 'forget' something like that?" Spike demanded angrily. "What if you had 'just forgotten' to tell us until the world turned out to be hell?"
Buffy resisted all urge to slap him at that moment. "I would never let that happen!"
"How can you be sure?"
Buffy tried to breathe and stop her body from shaking in anger. "There's still time to get a good plan and we all needed a little time. Five days isn't a big deal. Especially when there's over a week left."
"If we'd known earlier we could've gotten the Slayers together-"
"We don't even know what's coming out of there ourselves. They've barely been called for two months and then all of a sudden, having them fight some sort of hell-ish thing? We don't even know if they're vampires. I get your point, really I do, but-" She looked up at him with teary eyes. "I just lost my dad. And whenever someone I love dies, the world just stops for a few hours or days. And at that time, screw authority."
Spike walked up and started to hold her, rubbing her back. Buffy didn't know why, but whenever someone comforted her whenever she would try not to cry, she always ended up bawling. Like she was doing now.
When she had calmed down, he kissed her head. "Okay," he said. "Just promise me, the next time you get information ahead of time. . ."
"I'll tell," she sniffled. "I promise." They stood like that for awhile, just looking at the stars. "Guess what I heard in the living room?" Spike grunted. "Dawn's gonna be a Watcher."
He raised an eyebrow. "And you're all right with that?"
Buffy shrugged. "She's old enough, and I'd hope she wouldn't do anything too stupid. But the minute her grades start going down, she being taken off."
***
Robin crawled into bed after Faith and held her. "This probably isn't a good time to ask-" Faith snorted at that remark since everyone had been saying it lately. "-but who were the Furies torturing you about?"
"The deputy mayor and some other guy," she replied bluntly.
He rubbed her arm. "Who else?" When she didn't answer, he continued. "Believe me, if you don't talk about it now it'll build and I've seen what pent up emotions do to people." She tensed up slightly. "I'm not going to hate you for it."
Faith wriggled out of his grip and stood up and paced. "That's what everyone says to me and then they all of a sudden change their minds deciding my reason was a crappy one."
He sat up. "Faith-"
She began whipping away tears. "I had my emotions under control until I came back to Sunnydale. Better yet. Until I met you!"
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Yes!"
"And you hate me for it?" he stretched out the questions.
"Yes! No! I mean. ." She flipped her hair back with her hand. "It was my mother. Right after I was called, some vamp turned her and I had to be the one to do the duty. But when I staked her, I felt nothing! Because at the time, I had nothing! I had a dead Dad and a Mom who was never sober since that happened! And all of a sudden five years later, I care! I care that she died! I care that I'm the one who killed her." Faith began to convulse with sobs.
Robin got up and held her. She resisted for a moment before allowing herself to be held. "Do you know how my mom was killed?" He felt her shake her head. "By Spike." Faith looked up confused. "I tried to stake him just before you came, it didn't work obviously, but I realized that the man who killed my mother isn't there anymore. And you should realize, that the woman who staked your mother isn't there anymore either. You've grown as a person and because of that you've become better. I believe that you've done a good job at it, too."
He kept holding her until he couldn't feel her crying anymore. Robin picked her up and put her into bed before climbing in himself.
***
Tara looked at the wall across from where she was in bed reading. There were muffled sounds of yelling. "Do you think they'll be okay?"
Willow looked over after closing the door. "Yeah. Faith's having an emotional break down at the moment, so we'll have to be nice to her in the morning." She climbed in and laid her head on Tara's stomach. "Do you think we'll make it?"
"Out of the battle?" She giggled when the red head nodded. "I'm going to say yes. Just because that's what I wanna believe."
Willow looked up and smiled. "I know what you mean." She repositioned herself on her lap. "What do ya think we're gonna be facing?" Tara gasped and flung her head strait back. The red head sat up in confusion. "Baby? What's wrong?"
She gazed at her lover, eyes wide in shock. "I know what's coming."
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TBC. . .
We're really really really sorry for not updating! But the thing is, Bunny's grandmother has gotten better, but her sister's godmother passed away recently. She also has another cousin who's in intensive care, so needless to say there was a small break. But we think we'll be able to write quickly now.
(Note from Kat: To those who are reading "Visions Cause Trouble", we'll have the next chapter up soon!)
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Please!
Chapter Title: Mourning
Previously: Hades has been launching attack after attack on the Scoobies, one of which caused Dawn to have a miscarriage and everyone wanting revenge. Less than a week after that, Hades sent Erinyes's, or Furies, to attack the Scooby Gang. The Furies only attack people who have taken another person's life, especially those who've killed in their own family. Meanwhile, Buffy is heading to the Underworld to have Hades lift the curse, but at the cost of Giles' life.
Summary: How the death effects the Scoobies and some come to terms with problems.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
The service had been small and brief. A few colleagues from England flew in. It was held in the daytime, in a quiet and secluded cemetery. All the men wore suits and a tie (including Andrew), and all the women wore a type of black dress. Dawn cried silently while Giles was being put in the ground, but she held her head up firm. With this action, it struck Buffy how grown up her sister had become. She felt an extra stab of guilt she didn't notice this sooner. She vowed to herself that they'd have sibling time after all this was over.
The funeral was held five days after Giles died, and Buffy still hadn't told anyone that they were going to war in nine days. In all honesty, she had forgotten about it until that morning. That past week had her confused and riding an emotional roller coaster.
After the service it was getting late. The gang went back home they all headed to the living room and sat. Buffy stood up. "I know this isn't a good time to talk about this, but it's all we've got. In nine days Hades plans to open the Hellmouth."
There were chorus's of 'what' and 'huh' and one 'oh dear, lord'. "Where's the Hellmouth?" asked Deanna.
"One of the things we need to figure out," said Buffy. "We need to know how many demons he's bringing out with him, how he's able to do this, why he's doing this-"
"He's doing this to rule both the Underworld and the mortal world," answered Spike, half-sitting, half-standing on the desk.
"Wouldn't Poseidon be angry?" questioned Tara timidly.
"Notice Hades isn't openin' the Hellmouth in the sea. All Poseidon cares about is his own territory. Hades's playin' his cards well on this one."
Buffy noted the sharpness in his words and looked at his confused. "I know this is shocking news, but right now, we all just need to get some rest and figure out all this tomorrow." Nobody moved for a few moments, until Willow and Tara got up and headed upstairs. Everyone else took this as an okay to move.
Connor leaned towards Dawn and whispered, "I'm gonna go downstairs and train for awhile. Do you want to?"
She looked at him teary eyed. "No. I think I'll sit here a little more and . . . think." He kissed her temple and left. It was only herself and Fred left in the room.
Fred shifted uncomfortably. "Hey, when things get rough like this for me, I either try to think of an equation and answer that will restore complete balance between good and evil to keep it permanently or play chess."
"Are you suggesting the equation or chess?" asked Dawn.
Fred grinned. "Well, unless you really want to hear my theories on visionary level's and quantum existence's, I suggest chess." The teen grinned slightly and rubbed her eyes.
Within ten minutes, the two girls were in a serious match, and Dawn felt she was fairing pretty well considering the fact she was playing a genius. "Check," said Dawn thinking she had finally trapped Fred's king.
Fred scanned the board thoroughly. "Ah! Checkmate!" Sure enough, Dawn's king was surrounded by a queen, king, rook, and knight. "Wanna play again?" She looked up when Wesley came in, and touched her shoulder. "Hey, did ya need something?"
"Actually, I need to talk to Dawn," he said putting down the stack of books he held and sat next to Fred. "I also would like your opinion on the matter."
"Oh, all right then." The scientist settled in and looked at some of the papers he held.
"Dawn, before Giles. . passed away, he proposed an idea to me that I believe would be an accurate suggestion. Given the fact you seem to know an extensive amount of demonology and folklore and the fact your grades have been improving greatly, this job would be perfect. Do understand what I'm asking?"
She gazed at him blankly. "Might help if you actually said it."
He glanced at Fred who looked up momentarily and nodded in agreement to her statement. "We think you should become a Watcher." Dawn raised her eyebrows. "He gave me some paperwork and sketches of his plans to where we could start working as soon as tomorrow morning if wanted."
Fred looked up again. "These notes are really thorough, although they are kinda hard to read. His hand writing's so small."
"Giles really wanted me to do this?" asked Dawn in sincerity.
"In a manner of speaking. He wanted it to be your choice."
"Deal."
***
Buffy walked outside to find Spike sitting on the steps. "What's wrong?" she asked sitting next to him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He flicked the cigarette into the yard.
"I just forgot," she responded quietly, looking down.
"How can you just 'forget' something like that?" Spike demanded angrily. "What if you had 'just forgotten' to tell us until the world turned out to be hell?"
Buffy resisted all urge to slap him at that moment. "I would never let that happen!"
"How can you be sure?"
Buffy tried to breathe and stop her body from shaking in anger. "There's still time to get a good plan and we all needed a little time. Five days isn't a big deal. Especially when there's over a week left."
"If we'd known earlier we could've gotten the Slayers together-"
"We don't even know what's coming out of there ourselves. They've barely been called for two months and then all of a sudden, having them fight some sort of hell-ish thing? We don't even know if they're vampires. I get your point, really I do, but-" She looked up at him with teary eyes. "I just lost my dad. And whenever someone I love dies, the world just stops for a few hours or days. And at that time, screw authority."
Spike walked up and started to hold her, rubbing her back. Buffy didn't know why, but whenever someone comforted her whenever she would try not to cry, she always ended up bawling. Like she was doing now.
When she had calmed down, he kissed her head. "Okay," he said. "Just promise me, the next time you get information ahead of time. . ."
"I'll tell," she sniffled. "I promise." They stood like that for awhile, just looking at the stars. "Guess what I heard in the living room?" Spike grunted. "Dawn's gonna be a Watcher."
He raised an eyebrow. "And you're all right with that?"
Buffy shrugged. "She's old enough, and I'd hope she wouldn't do anything too stupid. But the minute her grades start going down, she being taken off."
***
Robin crawled into bed after Faith and held her. "This probably isn't a good time to ask-" Faith snorted at that remark since everyone had been saying it lately. "-but who were the Furies torturing you about?"
"The deputy mayor and some other guy," she replied bluntly.
He rubbed her arm. "Who else?" When she didn't answer, he continued. "Believe me, if you don't talk about it now it'll build and I've seen what pent up emotions do to people." She tensed up slightly. "I'm not going to hate you for it."
Faith wriggled out of his grip and stood up and paced. "That's what everyone says to me and then they all of a sudden change their minds deciding my reason was a crappy one."
He sat up. "Faith-"
She began whipping away tears. "I had my emotions under control until I came back to Sunnydale. Better yet. Until I met you!"
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Yes!"
"And you hate me for it?" he stretched out the questions.
"Yes! No! I mean. ." She flipped her hair back with her hand. "It was my mother. Right after I was called, some vamp turned her and I had to be the one to do the duty. But when I staked her, I felt nothing! Because at the time, I had nothing! I had a dead Dad and a Mom who was never sober since that happened! And all of a sudden five years later, I care! I care that she died! I care that I'm the one who killed her." Faith began to convulse with sobs.
Robin got up and held her. She resisted for a moment before allowing herself to be held. "Do you know how my mom was killed?" He felt her shake her head. "By Spike." Faith looked up confused. "I tried to stake him just before you came, it didn't work obviously, but I realized that the man who killed my mother isn't there anymore. And you should realize, that the woman who staked your mother isn't there anymore either. You've grown as a person and because of that you've become better. I believe that you've done a good job at it, too."
He kept holding her until he couldn't feel her crying anymore. Robin picked her up and put her into bed before climbing in himself.
***
Tara looked at the wall across from where she was in bed reading. There were muffled sounds of yelling. "Do you think they'll be okay?"
Willow looked over after closing the door. "Yeah. Faith's having an emotional break down at the moment, so we'll have to be nice to her in the morning." She climbed in and laid her head on Tara's stomach. "Do you think we'll make it?"
"Out of the battle?" She giggled when the red head nodded. "I'm going to say yes. Just because that's what I wanna believe."
Willow looked up and smiled. "I know what you mean." She repositioned herself on her lap. "What do ya think we're gonna be facing?" Tara gasped and flung her head strait back. The red head sat up in confusion. "Baby? What's wrong?"
She gazed at her lover, eyes wide in shock. "I know what's coming."
-----------------------------------------------
TBC. . .
We're really really really sorry for not updating! But the thing is, Bunny's grandmother has gotten better, but her sister's godmother passed away recently. She also has another cousin who's in intensive care, so needless to say there was a small break. But we think we'll be able to write quickly now.
(Note from Kat: To those who are reading "Visions Cause Trouble", we'll have the next chapter up soon!)