Disclaimer- I do not own any right to the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I suggest that this is definetly, without a doubt, what happened to the scoobie gang after the fall of the hellmouth.

Chosen Path

London, England - August 7, 2005 - The Summer's home

"Dawn!" Buffy called from down stairs. "Cmon! School starts today... Your a senior! You can be free! ... soon enough."

"Im up!" Dawn screamed at the top of her lungs. For the past two years, her and Buffy and Buffy's child have lived in London, England. Ever since Buffy was told off by the new Council, that she wasn't needed. For the last evil that still existed after the battle between the Angel gang and Wolfram and Hart, Angel of course won. But it came at a price...

Buffy was sorting through the food, trying to find something that Dawn would eat without throwing a fit. This was August 7... it had been a whole month since Dawn had her last... um... monthly visitor and Dawn is usual very eartable around this time. So she didn't want to do anything to tempt Dawn into going into another spaz attack. Buffy grabbed a granola bar. Great, she'll think Buffy wants her to keep her girlish figure... or perhaps it would look like she would want Dawn to get one. Bad choice. She threw the bar over her head and it landed in the sink. Banana's, great. Banana's could implie anything good or bad. She just decided to make her some cereal instead. After that she headed for the stairs, to check on her baby when she ran into Dawn.

"Morning..." Buffy said. "I made you some breakfast. I figured you could eat."

"Right, cos God know's im as thin as any other anorexic bitch around here! Ugh!" Dawn ran to the kitchen and started eating and glaring at Buffy at the same time. Buffy chose to ignore that.

"Well... there's midol in the cupboard." She mummbled. Buffy finished walking up the steps to check on her preciouse baby boy, Kendal. It wasn't her name of choice, after all he is adopted. She didn't feel right it was to change his name. She looked in his crib. He was sound asleep, very unlike most babies. He was always quiet and hardley ever cryed. And his babysitter was amazing. She was very carrying and had a child of her own.

Buffy walked back down stairs to see Dawn popping a few midol. "School starts in ten. The babysitter should be here any second now. And I'll be off looking for another job today."

"Got fired again?"

"I didn't get fired... I quit. It was mean, you should have seen the way those guys would come in looking for those... tapes and... such."

"I told you it was bad to work at a rated X store."

"Well whatever. Whatever we need to pay the bills. This place isn't as cheap as you think."

"Is that why we've been able to live here for the past two years?"

"I hope your swallowing those right..." she said walking past Dawn and getting a water from the fridge. "You wouldn't wanna choke."

"We should get going if I'm going to be there early." Dawn said looking at her watch and back at Buffy.

"Well, the babysitter isn't here yet. What if something goes wrong, I can't just leave him here."

"Yes you can." Dawn said simply. As if like clock work, a knock at the door to reveal the babysitter.

"Okay, now we can leave. Grab your stuff."

"Lucy!" Buffy said welcoming her in. Lucy was about 19, nice black hair, about 5 feet tall. She was born and raised in London. She lived only twenty minutes away.

"Hi Buffy. First day, Dawn?"

Dawn just looked the other way. Buffy just shook it off. "Well, Kendal is upstairs asleep. If anything comes up, just call me-"

"I know the drill. I've been working for you for the past year-in-a half."

"Right, thanks." She said with a hug and she left out the door with Dawn.

"You could be a little nicer." Buffy said getting into the car.

"Whatever, it's the first day of my last year... I kind of miss fighting evil. At least then, I didn't get into trouble with the whole grade factor, cos of- you know... the fighting and stuff..."

Buffy just ignored her. She had her mind elsewhere. Apart of her actualy missed America. A bigger part of her wanted to be back in Sunnydale with Willow and Xander and Giles... God even Andrew. But nothing she has ever wanted more, was her mom. Joyce Summers. She was her rock for twenty years of her life, when she died of the cancer, Buffy didn't know how she would take it. She already didn't talk to her father, she felt like an orphan. A twenty-year old orphan. Apart of her still does. Only this time she's five years old. And five years smarter.

It had been over a year since she had bothered talking to Xander or Willow. Not since Giles funeral. Giles. He was killed two January's ago. There was a new elevator in the Council's building when the rope or cable or whatever it was holding the elevator snapped and everyone in the small, cluddered space died.

"Buffy..." Dawn said.

Willow cryed like a baby. Xander of course tryed to hold it in like a man, but when he got into his car to leave, he bawled like his whole family was just blown away. In a way it was... The entire scoobie gang was all Xander had after he left his parents house. Sure, there was the wedding thing with Anya, but if there was no wedding in the first place, Xander wouldn't have talked to his mother since then. And he hasen't.

"Buffy?" Dawn said, louder this time.

"Huh?" She said, disoriented.

"Great, the light's red now. When are you going to snap out of it?"

"Sorry..." Buffy said driving off, after the light turned green. She was right, when was she going to snap out of it? Too much surrounding her brain at that point. But the up side of things was that it was over. The evil that was there, well is there, isn't as strong. Willow and Xander and them can handle it on their own. Slayer's, as far as Buffy knew, were still being called. Just in the same way they were being called when Willow made her spell on the Scythe, forcing it to spread it's power to every potential in the world. Buffy didn't need to worry about it anymore. All she had to worry about was normal things now.

"So... last year. Gonna miss school?"

Dawn slowly turned her head to look at Buffy's. "You did not just ask that question."