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They were standing in the magic Box
"Pretty simple math here. We stop Glory before she can start the ritual. We still have a couple of hours, right?" Buffy questioned Giles
"If my calculations are right. But Buffy-"
"I don't wanna hear it." She interuppted. She turned away from the table
"I understand that-" Giles went on to continue
But Buffy whirled back at him,"No! No, you don't understand. We are not talking about this."
"Yes, we bloody well are!" He shouted, angry at her refusal to listen to his advice.
Feeling slightly guilty for raising his voice he spoke quiter "If Glory begins the ritual ... if we can't stop her..."
"Come on. Say it. We're bloody well talking about this. Tell me to kill my sister." She said, finishing Gile's sentence..or at least what she thought his sentence would have been
Then flashes, bits of things he could remember. Buffy confiding in him about Faith, the crucimentium, it all came to him. Then he was back in the magic box
"You'll fail. You'll die. We all will." He said quitely, turning away from the table.
It wasn't his own death he was worried about, nor Dawn's as hers was inevitable, nor Willow and Xander's But Buffy, his dear Buffy. He couldn't lose her, It had hurt enough to lose Jenny but no.. not Buffy, she meant to much to him.
Black. Then the sun rising on her tombstone. 'Beloved sister, devoted friend' but there was something missing, another role she had played, not as a slayer, but something that meant more to him, he wasn't sure whether he loved her as a daughter or as a woman.
He was back in the Magic box, this time alone with Buffy
"This is how many apocalypses for us now?" She asked
"Oh, uh, well... six, at least. Feels like a hundred." He said taking his glasses of to clean them
"I've always stopped them. Always won."
"Yes." Was all he could reply.
But that time she had not one. He had killed Ben, he had done it for Buffy, he knew she couldn't take a human life.
She had run up to stop the ritual but it had already began.
" Tell Giles ... tell Giles I figured it out" She had told Dawn
He was stupid to think she wouldn't find out. He had none for a long time that she could close the portal, but as much as he loved Dawn he would rather have her die then Buffy, Buffy meant so much to him.
And then back, to her lifeless body, her blonde hair laying across the rubble, her face bruised.
He shot up, in a cold sweat. It was another nightmare. He had had them since Buffy had died, flashbacks of what had happened. They all started the same, with the heated discussion in the Magic box, and ending with her dead body lying there. It wouldn't stop, it kept haunting him. If only he hadn't taken her to meet the first she'd never have realised her destiny. Every night he played the whole event in his head, what he could have done better, what he could've changed.
What if he'd have killed Dawn when he had the chance, what if he had not tried to talk her into staying a slayer after the Crucimentium, what if he'd been better prepared........ But the world was filled with if's and all the if's in the world couldn't bring Buffy back
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They were standing in the magic Box
"Pretty simple math here. We stop Glory before she can start the ritual. We still have a couple of hours, right?" Buffy questioned Giles
"If my calculations are right. But Buffy-"
"I don't wanna hear it." She interuppted. She turned away from the table
"I understand that-" Giles went on to continue
But Buffy whirled back at him,"No! No, you don't understand. We are not talking about this."
"Yes, we bloody well are!" He shouted, angry at her refusal to listen to his advice.
Feeling slightly guilty for raising his voice he spoke quiter "If Glory begins the ritual ... if we can't stop her..."
"Come on. Say it. We're bloody well talking about this. Tell me to kill my sister." She said, finishing Gile's sentence..or at least what she thought his sentence would have been
Then flashes, bits of things he could remember. Buffy confiding in him about Faith, the crucimentium, it all came to him. Then he was back in the magic box
"You'll fail. You'll die. We all will." He said quitely, turning away from the table.
It wasn't his own death he was worried about, nor Dawn's as hers was inevitable, nor Willow and Xander's But Buffy, his dear Buffy. He couldn't lose her, It had hurt enough to lose Jenny but no.. not Buffy, she meant to much to him.
Black. Then the sun rising on her tombstone. 'Beloved sister, devoted friend' but there was something missing, another role she had played, not as a slayer, but something that meant more to him, he wasn't sure whether he loved her as a daughter or as a woman.
He was back in the Magic box, this time alone with Buffy
"This is how many apocalypses for us now?" She asked
"Oh, uh, well... six, at least. Feels like a hundred." He said taking his glasses of to clean them
"I've always stopped them. Always won."
"Yes." Was all he could reply.
But that time she had not one. He had killed Ben, he had done it for Buffy, he knew she couldn't take a human life.
She had run up to stop the ritual but it had already began.
" Tell Giles ... tell Giles I figured it out" She had told Dawn
He was stupid to think she wouldn't find out. He had none for a long time that she could close the portal, but as much as he loved Dawn he would rather have her die then Buffy, Buffy meant so much to him.
And then back, to her lifeless body, her blonde hair laying across the rubble, her face bruised.
He shot up, in a cold sweat. It was another nightmare. He had had them since Buffy had died, flashbacks of what had happened. They all started the same, with the heated discussion in the Magic box, and ending with her dead body lying there. It wouldn't stop, it kept haunting him. If only he hadn't taken her to meet the first she'd never have realised her destiny. Every night he played the whole event in his head, what he could have done better, what he could've changed.
What if he'd have killed Dawn when he had the chance, what if he had not tried to talk her into staying a slayer after the Crucimentium, what if he'd been better prepared........ But the world was filled with if's and all the if's in the world couldn't bring Buffy back