Dawn's New Wings
The New Version
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the characters belong to Joss Wheden and Joss Wheden only! The characters I make up in the future will be noted.
Author's Notes: My take on what happens way after the episode, Sleeper. This takes place after the yearly apocalypse, but everything didn't end as well as it usually does.
"Have I?" Spike asked once again. I could not answer. I could not think. The car was moving fast, slipping on the dark road. The moon's light shown through the window. Good light to Spike. Bad light to me. I've always hated night time. The time when B—
I can't even say her name anymore. I've lost her…three times. Yet the last time…was the last time. Never again would she be back. No one could do anything about it now…not Willow—no, that didn't make sense. Could never happen. Not Giles, Xander or even Anya. No one could bring her back.
I swallowed the guilt…the pain. Yet it got lodged in my throat, making it even worse.
"Nibblet…" Spike sighed. I turned my head towards him, watching him control the steering wheel of his car, glancing at me once or twice. I went to answer his question that he must have repeated four or five times.
"Have you always taken care of me?" I repeated his question to myself. "Sometimes. When she wasn't around." I looked at him, seeing only half of his face. Yet I saw his eyes perfectly—painful, drowned in sorrow and sadness. A few minutes passed before any of us spoke.
"A new town….no beasties…" The former big bad optimistically said. I shook my head; of course there will be demons and vampires in this town. There is in every town, can't help that. Let's just hope the new slayer will take care of everything that has to do with the world ending. Hopefully she will have a scoobie gang of her own. People she could turn to for help. People that would help her live longer…happier. Just like B—
You know I have to stop doing that. Sooner or later I will have to say her name…
I frowned, my attention turning back to Spike.
"S-Spike?" I stuttered.
"Yea Dawn?" he glanced at me, wondering what I was going to ask. I could see surprise in him, since I haven't took the initiative to speak unless I was spoken to.
"How are we going to do this?"
"We're strong…" he said roughly. "We survived, right? Nothing can stop us."
That was wrong. It stopped her, it stopped them. It can stop us. I say it now because I honestly don't know what it was. Something was unleashed back there. Different things, yet they were all the same. I wish I could change everything that had happened. I still can't believe it, yet I do. Its weird…I would think about her. Thinking I was just being driven home by Spike. His home too, at the time anyway. But then I'm always reminded—there is no home. I will never—EVER see home again.
I looked over at Spike. His jaw clutched, his eyes piercing through the windshield. He may be strong…but…I'm not.
Glancing at him, I let a tear fall. He was pretending that he was focusing on the road. I knew he was thinking about her. I was thinking about her too.