*Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the glorious Buffy
universe that Mr. Whedon has created. Except my character that is a Jane
Doe at the moment.
Post "Chosen"-
However, Kenndy was killed, I personally really didn't like her at all. Buffy is enjoying her freedom from her slaying duties a little too much, and well the little mishap that Anya had with death and all, well she gets around it.
Two months had gone by since that life altering day in Sunnydale, the Scoobies have gone to LA for the time being, settling into Angel's until they get their feet back on the ground.
Willow was sitting in the main lobby, sipping her tea, and staring out of the window as the sun rose. It was beautiful, she really wasn't thinking about the sunrise though, she thought the whole aspect of normal life was beautiful. She did love the many close encounters with death and all, but having a normal life just seemed like a whole new kind of adventure, without the close encounters.
Dawn came groaning down the stairs, causing Willow's daydream to come to a standstill.
"Why do I have to go to school? I should get time to recuperate," Dawn wined.
Willow put down her tea, "For what?" she chuckled.
"Well, you know the hole that is Sunnydale. That pesky life and death thing," Dawn made a fainting noise and collapsed on the couch, "I'm very distraught".
"Well, I really don't know how you think being around here will make you feel any better, with Buffy around anyways"
Dawn sat up and looked at her, "Yeah, why has she gone all Betty Cocker happy"?
"Dawnie, your sister has lived a life of creepies and the occasional goo. She's just trying to make up for lost time. It's a phasy thing, she'll snap out of it once she realizes she didn't miss anything. Besides, sister bonding, isn't that nice?"
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Hardly".
Willow gave her a questioning look.
"Well, don't tell her I told you," Dawn leaned in close and whispered, "I think she wants me to get fat".
Willow straightened back up and a smile creped across her face, "Oh, Dawn I think your over reacting a tad".
"There is no overacting here! None," Dawn stated crossing her arms.
Buffy walked in seconds later, holding a very overstuffed brown lunch sac, she was smiling the whole way over towards Dawn and Willow.
"Good morning! My happy brighty people," Buffy glowed "Here's your lunch Dawn".
Dawn threw Willow a look before snatching the bag away from Buffy and heading towards the door.
"I'll see you after school Dawnie!" Buffy shouted after her.
Dawn grumbled something under her breath rounded the corner and threw the lunch in the trash bin.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Buffy sighed still looking towards the door Dawn exited.
"What?" Willow asked, walking up behind her.
"This," Buffy gestured to everything around her, "No, baddies or death. The only worries on my mind.." she trailed off and broke into a broad smile, "There are no worries!" without warning she pulled Willow into a tight embrace. Willow was happy for her, she hadn't seen Buffy happy for a long time. But, Willow couldn't take much more of this hug, Buffy was crushing her bones, literally.
"OK! How bout you let me breathe a little," Willow choked.
Buffy let go instantly, "Sorry, hey um, I'm going to go do that surfing the web thing for Giles. He's still doing the hunt for the slayer thing. Wanna come with?" she asked the last part with more of a plea in her voice.
"Nah, I'm going to go wake up the Xan man. But, oh, her take Norah Jones, you'll enjoy her singing more then my yakking".
Buffy headed off towards the office and Willow started to ascend the stairs that lead to Xander's room. He had been down lately, both of them really. Buffy was to wrapped up in her happy go lucky binge to notice, but Willow really didn't mind. Buffy was good at a lot of things, slaying that is, but comfort and good advice about relationships was not one of her main skills. To which she would always retort with,
"Hey! I've had two vampires and a secret agent guy as old beaus! I'd like you to try to keep those relationships steady and last"!
But it really wasn't herself she was concerned about, it was Xander. Xander took Anya's death harder then Willow thought he intended to.
She walked up to the door and knocked. She heard movement on the other side.
"What?" he asked in a tired whisper.
"Can I come in? It's Willow".
"Yeah"
Willow pushed open the door and shut it behind her, "Morning sleepy"
Xander had one of his arms over his face to cover the sunlight. He looked over at her, moving his hand away from one of his eyes.
"Morning, did Buffy do her crazy dance this morning?"
"With maracas" Willow said with a smirk.
"Ah, the Buffster finally went off the deep end. About time, I was beginning to worry," Xander sat up rubbing his face.
"How are you this morning?" Willow cooed as she moved toward the bed and sat down.
Xander looked her straight in the eye, "Any peril?"
"No peril here"
Xander broke into a grin, "then dandy, beginning of a good day," he closed his eyes.
"I meant emotionally," she whispered.
Xander opened his eyes, "I'm still breathing," he turned and faced Willow, "You?"
"Oh, I'm fine" Willow said brightly, "as happy as a homeless man getting a big box"
"In denial much"?
Willow gave a weak smile, "Not one of better analogies, but hey, it's true".
Xander gave her a look.
"I sound pretty denially don't I"?
"Well for a nickel you can join the club"
"I don't have a nickel, but my company is about worth that much"
"Oh, don't put yourself down Willow, of course your worth more then that"
Willow gave a smile.
"Ten nickels at least," Xander finished.
Willow punched him on the leg, "Meanie"
"It could be like old times again, the Xan-man and the Willster, we could fight crime,"
"Can we get masks?"
"What do you think the five cent membership fee is for"?
Willow laughed, "of course, what was I thinking?"
They were silent for a long while, staring up at the ceiling, lost in their own train of thoughts.
"I miss her Xander," Willow choked, breaking the silence. Xander looked down at Willow, "I miss her so much".
Xander stoked her head, "I know, but you can't blame yourself. She died for a good cause".
"I know you're sick of hearing this, but Anya did as well you know".
Xander looked back up at the ceiling, "I know, I just wish I was there, even if I couldn't have done anything to help her. Just to be there, with her. She was one of the most important things in life, and like everything else I threw it away. And now, she's gone".
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The crater that now is Sunnydale, lies motionless and cold. There is not a sound, just mountains upon mountains of rubble. Everything is in shambles, and there doesn't seem to be a living thing in sight.
However, in the dead of night a demon dressed in long robes, steps along the rubble apparently looking for something. He moves along at a brisk pace, finally arriving at what seems to be his destination.
It's were the high school once stood, he kicks around at the bottom of some of the piles, finally finding what he was searching for.
Before he touches what he finds, it moves suddenly, he steps back, waiting. He watches as the hand that is sticking out of the rubble twists frantically. The hand soon extends into an arm and then quickly there after a women pulls herself from the crumbled concrete and rock. She rolls down and out of the rubble, sliding to his feet.
She looks up, stunned and bewildered.
He kneels down and places her head in his hand, "My precious Anyanka".
* I hope you guys like this story so far, it's my first Buffy fic, so be kind. Please review! I really enjoy your feedback! Thanks. Reversal
Post "Chosen"-
However, Kenndy was killed, I personally really didn't like her at all. Buffy is enjoying her freedom from her slaying duties a little too much, and well the little mishap that Anya had with death and all, well she gets around it.
Two months had gone by since that life altering day in Sunnydale, the Scoobies have gone to LA for the time being, settling into Angel's until they get their feet back on the ground.
Willow was sitting in the main lobby, sipping her tea, and staring out of the window as the sun rose. It was beautiful, she really wasn't thinking about the sunrise though, she thought the whole aspect of normal life was beautiful. She did love the many close encounters with death and all, but having a normal life just seemed like a whole new kind of adventure, without the close encounters.
Dawn came groaning down the stairs, causing Willow's daydream to come to a standstill.
"Why do I have to go to school? I should get time to recuperate," Dawn wined.
Willow put down her tea, "For what?" she chuckled.
"Well, you know the hole that is Sunnydale. That pesky life and death thing," Dawn made a fainting noise and collapsed on the couch, "I'm very distraught".
"Well, I really don't know how you think being around here will make you feel any better, with Buffy around anyways"
Dawn sat up and looked at her, "Yeah, why has she gone all Betty Cocker happy"?
"Dawnie, your sister has lived a life of creepies and the occasional goo. She's just trying to make up for lost time. It's a phasy thing, she'll snap out of it once she realizes she didn't miss anything. Besides, sister bonding, isn't that nice?"
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Hardly".
Willow gave her a questioning look.
"Well, don't tell her I told you," Dawn leaned in close and whispered, "I think she wants me to get fat".
Willow straightened back up and a smile creped across her face, "Oh, Dawn I think your over reacting a tad".
"There is no overacting here! None," Dawn stated crossing her arms.
Buffy walked in seconds later, holding a very overstuffed brown lunch sac, she was smiling the whole way over towards Dawn and Willow.
"Good morning! My happy brighty people," Buffy glowed "Here's your lunch Dawn".
Dawn threw Willow a look before snatching the bag away from Buffy and heading towards the door.
"I'll see you after school Dawnie!" Buffy shouted after her.
Dawn grumbled something under her breath rounded the corner and threw the lunch in the trash bin.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Buffy sighed still looking towards the door Dawn exited.
"What?" Willow asked, walking up behind her.
"This," Buffy gestured to everything around her, "No, baddies or death. The only worries on my mind.." she trailed off and broke into a broad smile, "There are no worries!" without warning she pulled Willow into a tight embrace. Willow was happy for her, she hadn't seen Buffy happy for a long time. But, Willow couldn't take much more of this hug, Buffy was crushing her bones, literally.
"OK! How bout you let me breathe a little," Willow choked.
Buffy let go instantly, "Sorry, hey um, I'm going to go do that surfing the web thing for Giles. He's still doing the hunt for the slayer thing. Wanna come with?" she asked the last part with more of a plea in her voice.
"Nah, I'm going to go wake up the Xan man. But, oh, her take Norah Jones, you'll enjoy her singing more then my yakking".
Buffy headed off towards the office and Willow started to ascend the stairs that lead to Xander's room. He had been down lately, both of them really. Buffy was to wrapped up in her happy go lucky binge to notice, but Willow really didn't mind. Buffy was good at a lot of things, slaying that is, but comfort and good advice about relationships was not one of her main skills. To which she would always retort with,
"Hey! I've had two vampires and a secret agent guy as old beaus! I'd like you to try to keep those relationships steady and last"!
But it really wasn't herself she was concerned about, it was Xander. Xander took Anya's death harder then Willow thought he intended to.
She walked up to the door and knocked. She heard movement on the other side.
"What?" he asked in a tired whisper.
"Can I come in? It's Willow".
"Yeah"
Willow pushed open the door and shut it behind her, "Morning sleepy"
Xander had one of his arms over his face to cover the sunlight. He looked over at her, moving his hand away from one of his eyes.
"Morning, did Buffy do her crazy dance this morning?"
"With maracas" Willow said with a smirk.
"Ah, the Buffster finally went off the deep end. About time, I was beginning to worry," Xander sat up rubbing his face.
"How are you this morning?" Willow cooed as she moved toward the bed and sat down.
Xander looked her straight in the eye, "Any peril?"
"No peril here"
Xander broke into a grin, "then dandy, beginning of a good day," he closed his eyes.
"I meant emotionally," she whispered.
Xander opened his eyes, "I'm still breathing," he turned and faced Willow, "You?"
"Oh, I'm fine" Willow said brightly, "as happy as a homeless man getting a big box"
"In denial much"?
Willow gave a weak smile, "Not one of better analogies, but hey, it's true".
Xander gave her a look.
"I sound pretty denially don't I"?
"Well for a nickel you can join the club"
"I don't have a nickel, but my company is about worth that much"
"Oh, don't put yourself down Willow, of course your worth more then that"
Willow gave a smile.
"Ten nickels at least," Xander finished.
Willow punched him on the leg, "Meanie"
"It could be like old times again, the Xan-man and the Willster, we could fight crime,"
"Can we get masks?"
"What do you think the five cent membership fee is for"?
Willow laughed, "of course, what was I thinking?"
They were silent for a long while, staring up at the ceiling, lost in their own train of thoughts.
"I miss her Xander," Willow choked, breaking the silence. Xander looked down at Willow, "I miss her so much".
Xander stoked her head, "I know, but you can't blame yourself. She died for a good cause".
"I know you're sick of hearing this, but Anya did as well you know".
Xander looked back up at the ceiling, "I know, I just wish I was there, even if I couldn't have done anything to help her. Just to be there, with her. She was one of the most important things in life, and like everything else I threw it away. And now, she's gone".
***************************************************
The crater that now is Sunnydale, lies motionless and cold. There is not a sound, just mountains upon mountains of rubble. Everything is in shambles, and there doesn't seem to be a living thing in sight.
However, in the dead of night a demon dressed in long robes, steps along the rubble apparently looking for something. He moves along at a brisk pace, finally arriving at what seems to be his destination.
It's were the high school once stood, he kicks around at the bottom of some of the piles, finally finding what he was searching for.
Before he touches what he finds, it moves suddenly, he steps back, waiting. He watches as the hand that is sticking out of the rubble twists frantically. The hand soon extends into an arm and then quickly there after a women pulls herself from the crumbled concrete and rock. She rolls down and out of the rubble, sliding to his feet.
She looks up, stunned and bewildered.
He kneels down and places her head in his hand, "My precious Anyanka".
* I hope you guys like this story so far, it's my first Buffy fic, so be kind. Please review! I really enjoy your feedback! Thanks. Reversal