Epilogue
A Man's Worth
A/N: Just read it.
Feedback: are we going to do, Buffy?"
The slayer heard her sister's question, but there was something else entirely on her mind.
"I do believe we should go to a hospital."
Robin was not as bad as they thought. He had blacked out on the bus because of blood loss, but Faith had been able to stop the flow before the principal died.
Rona, however, was in a really bad shape and she had to endure some hours of surgery, but with her slayer healing abilities, her life had not been in any danger.
The rest of the slayers had minor injuries and none of them needed to stay in the hospital, not even Faith who had some third degree burns on her hands.
Turned out the locket Angel had provided them made her a hero. She had saved the world by closing the hellmouth. Someone with a soul but more than human. A slayer had been the perfect candidate for the role.
And finally, Dawn, Giles, Xander and Willow were all inside a normal room, guarding over their leader, screaming in bed.
"Breathe, Buffy, breathe!" Dawn kept repeating. Xander was sweating and slightly pale in one corner of the room. Willow and Giles were at Buffy's side, each holding one hand.
"If you say breathe one more time, I'm going to beat you silly with your own arm, Dawn!" Buffy yelled. Her younger sister immediately fell silent and began breathing herself.
"Ok, Buffy, I do believe it's time to push." The doctor said.
Twenty minutes later, Buffy Anne Summers gave birth.
Days later, all the surviving members of the Scooby gang and the A team were gathered at the offices of Wolfram and Hart. With Angel taking out Jasmine, Wolfram and Hart had been delivered to him in a silver platter, quite literally.
Doubts arose and suspicions grew, but with the combined effort of both teams they knew they had a shot at it.
Buffy excused herself from all the arrangements and festivities and locked herself in Angel's office. She stared at the small bundle in her arms and smiled at her daughter. Strangely enough she had only seen her daughter's eyes once before, when she had been born. The doctor said that the color in her eyes could change in the following days, but the once lone slayer had not seen them again.
She walked to the window and stared outside. A new day rose for all of them, and she knew then, with her daughter in her arms, that she would make it. That everything would be all right.
She remembered Spike and smiled at him, thinking she would have wanted him to be there.
At that moment, the baby yawned and opened her eyes.
Buffy looked at her and smiled, for her baby had blue eyes.