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

9:00pm (London time) - Summer's Home - Later that night...

"Yes. Yes..." Buffy said into the telephone. "Yes, thankyou. Tomorrow morning. Thanks, bye." Buffy hung up the phone, looking as if she was just given the greatest orgasm ever.

"Buffy... are you okay?" Dawn asked sitting down with her.

"Im fine... I got the job. I got the job, Dawn. I now work in a library!"

"Well, that's great!" Dawn said pleased.

"I know it won't exactley pay for all our essentials, but it's good for now. I can pay the bills and Lucy. And I'll be able to go shopping once a week now, instead of once every two weeks." Buffy said relieved laying back in the couch.

"Well this is good. I say we party." Dawn said, in a good request to let her go to Logan's house.

"Isn't it a school night? Besides, I'm kind of beat... oh that reminds me, how was school?" Dawn had stayed after at Gwen's house for a little while after and just ran into Buffy about 20 minutes ago, and even then Buffy was busy napping on the couch.

"It was okay... I got the same skanky, mean teacher for History as I had last year... But other than that-"

"Ugh, Mrs. Brinkston... I just can't wait for teacher conferences." Buffy said, just as annoyed of the thought of that fake british accent wanted Buffy to go Slayer on her ass. "... I guess if you've got your homework done and your not tired..." Dawn nodded her head. "... I suppose you can go over to one of your friends house. But I want you home by eleven."

"Thanks Buffy!" Dawn kissed her sister on the cheek and rushed out the door.

9:45pm (American Time) - Brooklyn, Newyork

A vivacious looking brunette stood on the corner of a street well known for its hookers. She had long brown curly hair, a lot of eye liner and lip gloss on and wore something that made Anna Nicole Smith look like a nun. She also had highheels on tall enough to play pro basketball. A man walked up beside her, trying to look as if he was minding his own business.

"So... uh... ya' know, how much?" He asked her quietly.

"How much ya' got?" She said chewing her pink bubblegum.

He just looked at her and winked. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a dark alley. This was were she held most of her business.

"Take off your pants." she said. "I wanna see the money, first."

He man showed her the money and then started to take off his pants. She noticed it said buster on his name tag. She flicked it with finger. "So, your Buster."

The man also noticed the woman's name written across her top. It said 5X5 in silver beeds from boob to boob on her skinny, short, black top. "... and your name..." he said confused.

The woman just laughed as she pulled out a gun and held it to his head. "How 'bout answering some questions for me, Buster. You think you could do that?"

Buster just started to shake. He eventualy was able to give her a small nod. "Good, good. Now I wanna know, have you been sellin' drugs, B?" The man didn't move. He was still in shock when from when she whipped out the gun. She looked at him and back at the gun, and then back at him. "I think you being Buster Wayne and all, you'de be used to one of these things. Seeing you are Buster Wayne, right?"

The man let out another small nod. "Yes... please, if your one of the dealers from Brooklyn, I'll get Joel the money. I- It's just going to take some time."

"Mr. Wayne... your under arrest. Please put your hands behind your back." The woman cuffed him and took off her wig revealing her long brown hair. She took out her walkie­-talkie and radio'd for a cop car.

"... Hey, Lehane here. Yeah, I need a car, I got Wayne here. We can bring him in for questioning on Joel." She pocketed the mini sized radio and looked back at Buster. "Okay, a cop car is gonna be here any second now. It's going to take both me and you to the station up town. There, you're going answer some more of my questions. Think you can do that?"

The man got so nervous he started to wet his pants. The woman looked down.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Watchers Council - 10:00pm

Vada was making her bed when Xander walked in. She looked up and saw him. He just stood there in silence. She expected him to say something.

"May I help you...?" She asked sarcasticley.

"Long day, huh?" He asked her coming around, sitting down next to her bed.

She sighed deeply. "Yeah, I guess. There's a lot to do. A lot to plan... Do you guys even know how your going to beat this thing?"

Xander was about to open his mouth when Willow walked in. "Hey, we're gonna try and pull another all nighter tonight. Meet in the Media Center. Vada, bring your books and things. Xander... just bring yourself. We've gotta try and find something new. I just got a new shipment of books. Hopefully there's something in there."

"We'll be there in a few." Vada replied.

Willow walked off. Xander got up and looked at Vada. "I guess that answers your question, in a way." They just looked at eachother, again, in silence. Vada had a thing for him when she first started working here. But that was when he was still getting over his old girlfriend's death, Anya. Apparantly she was a very outspoken woman. She had been evil for a very long time, but turned. Just for him. Ever since then, she had been trying to find something else just as romantic to do so he'll fall in love with her just as he did with Anya. Nothing worked ... Until about a month ago, they had a fling. And every since then they've been secretly seeing eachother. She knew she loved him. But she wasn't sure that he loved her. Ever since Anya died it just seemed to her that his heart was not gone, but just... misplaced perhaps.

Maybe thing's would be differen't if Giles haden't died. If Buffy didn't leave. She wanted to leaned in and kissed him so bad. She never wanted to let go. Never ever have to say goodbye, the way Xander had to make peace with Anya. Her death, he didn't even get to say goodbye. It all made her think of this song called What You Have To Do by Sarah Mclachlan. She didn't know how to let go. So she decided that she never would.

"I'll see you downstairs." She said, breaking free of their passionate kiss. He smiled.

- - -

Xander walked into the Media Center looking for Willow. The place was filled with book of the supernatural and potions. There were about five computers total. All of them worked medioacre. They didn't use them too much for research anymore. There were two small table and one large square table that is supposed to be used for dining, but it was big enough to put books and laptops and things like that on it. It was cluddered right now with potions and books on the First. The florescent lighting was okay. It wasn't anything special and it didn't have any windows. Just incase some thing were to break in. Only vampires were the only creatures that couldn't come in without an invitation. Even though this would be considered a public place, it was a private school. And only the people that live here are allowed to enter. Loop hole.

"Willow!"

"Over here!" She said in the back room behind the library desk.

"We need to talk. About this Buffy thing."

"Xander-" Willow started.

"No. Your right. We can't bring her into this. I just thought id let you know that I can't disagree with you any longer. You've been right all along Will about everything we've done with this place. Why should now change?"

"Wow..." She said looking into his eyes.

"Wow? Okay not really the responce I was looking for..."

"I mean wow as in, I was thinking about calling her. It seems we can at least give her a heads up and see if she would like to help, but if not that's okay. Xander, you were right. It won't kill anything."

"Except maybe us." He said smiling. Willow just looked at him, taking what he said in not the funny sense. "Okay... bad time to try that joke out."