DISCLAIMER: The Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters are the property of Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, and Fox Studios. The story contents are the creation and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2001 by Djinn. This story is Rated PG-13.
Gravity
Part 4 - Rebirth
by Djinn
"Come on, put your back into it. A Watcher scoffs at gravity." – Giles to Spike, Restless
The phone rang and both
Willow and Spike raced for it. Willow blocked him with her shoulder and grabbed
it, then put it on speaker. "Well?"
Giles voice was less than
jubilant. "They don't have the Grimoire. But Rosalind has a lot of
connections. She's going to keep trying."
"Damn," she said.
Spike's face fell as he watched
her talk. He paced the room dejectedly.
"She'll call her
librarian contacts today. I hope to hear from her by tomorrow."
"I can't believe they
don't have the book." Willow looked over at Spike. He was muttering
something about Amy. "Hold on a minute, Giles. Spike, what did you just
say?"
He turned to her. "I
said Amy must've had it. Or something like it. I mean she did the spell and
all, right? Can't believe she wouldn't know the counterspell."
"She did know the counterspell, she de-ratted Buffy back in high school."
Willow couldn't believe she'd never thought of that. From the sputtering on the
other end of the line, Giles was just as chagrined. "Giles, I'm going to
go over to Amy's house. I think her dad's kept everything
just the way she left it. He hasn't given up on her coming home someday. If the
spell was in a book then maybe I can find it."
"It's a good idea,"
Giles said, his voice taking on new hope. "How's Dawn, Willow?"
"Not so good. What about
Faith?"
"In better shape, I
think. But she's used to a good deal more unpleasantness than Dawn is."
"That's true, I
guess." Even if most of it she'd brought on herself.
"Well, I'll let you get
to it. Try to sleep. If we do find the de-ratting spell, you'll need all your
strength to perform both that and the spell for Buffy."
Willow agreed to try to rest
and hung up. She went upstairs and crawled back into bed with Tara. The sun was
long since up, but that didn't bother her. They were used to odd hours in this
house. She closed her eyes and was out.
Hours later she woke to find
Tara gone. She could hear her laughing in the other room with Dawn. After a
long, hot shower, Willow headed down to the kitchen. "Hey," she said
to the other two.
"Hey, sleepyhead."
Tara smiled. "Did you get up in the middle of the night?"
"Uh-huh." Willow
tried to keep her voice secret free.
"I thought so. I smelled
smoke on your clothes when I put them in the hamper."
"Spike and his
cigarettes," Willow said trying to sound natural.
"Not that kind of smoke.
Were you doing magic?"
Willow went for the
half-truth. "Yes. I feel so useless, Tara. I just wanted to help."
Tara gave her a sweet smile. "I
know you do. I understand. You don't have to keep things from me, is all."
Willow felt guilty, even as
she nodded. She was lucky her lover was so even tempered.
Dawn looked up. There were
dark circles under her eyes. "We're going to the mall. Want to come?"
"I can't. I promised
Giles I'd run an errand for him."
They didn't argue and once
they'd gone, Willow hurried through her breakfast then headed over to Amy's
house. Mister Madison's car was in the driveway, so she took a deep breath and
rang the bell.
The door opened a few seconds
later. She was shocked at the appearance of Amy's once boisterous and hearty
father. He now looked washed out and diminished. Willow felt guilty that she
couldn't tell the man his daughter was alive if somewhat altered. Seeing him
like this, she hated to disturb him at all. But, she
reminded herself, if her mission was a success she'd be restoring his daughter
to him.
"Willow? What can I do
for you?"
"Hi, Mister Madison. I'm
really sorry to bug you and I hope this doesn't sound tacky or thoughtless, but
Amy borrowed a book from me and I really need it back."
He moved aside at once. "Of
course. Come in. Do you want me to help you look?"
"Oh, no. It's okay. I
think I know where she kept it. I'll just be a second."
"Okay, sure." He
gestured to the family room. "I'm just in here."
She hurried up the stairs to
the attic. She and Michael and Amy had worked on spells here. They'd been so
new to wicca and Amy had seemed so powerful. Michael had left for New York
after graduation. Willow hoped he was okay.
She went at once to the chest
that Amy's mom, and later Amy used to keep her magical things safe. There was
no lock but she knew Amy had warded it. Reaching out
with her mind she studied the magical protection. Two years ago, these were so
advanced she could only hope to be able to do them someday. Now she saw in a
second how to get past them.
She felt for the magic and
twisted it with her will. "Open."
The chest lid sprang up.
"Mrreow,"
sounded close to her ear and caused her to jump. She turned to see Caliban, Catherine
Madison's cat in the windowsill. The big black cat jumped down and sniffed her.
Willow pulled back, expecting him to strike at her as he had in the past. Amy
had explained that he was a one-person cat and he only responded to her mother.
He'd refused all affection, and had come and gone as he pleased. Now, he began
to wind his body around Willow's legs. His purr was loud in the room. She
reached down and he rubbed his head against her hand, then rolled over and
exposed his belly to her, the way Miss Kitty often did.
She turned back to the trunk
and found the Grimoire four books down. She picked it up with shaking hands,
allowing allowed the chest to close and relock, then cast a glamour on the book
before heading downstairs. When she said goodbye to Mr. Madison, he saw only an
advanced math text.
"Willow," he
stopped her at the door. "She isn't forgotten, is she?"
She smiled gently. "Not
by me. I think about her every day."
"Thank you."
She touched his hand. "I
think she's okay."
He smiled bravely, clearly
not believing her.
Just you wait, she thought happily
as she hurried back to the house. Just you wait.
##
Spike heard Willow come in
but felt no desire to go up and talk.
"Spike?" she called
down the stairs.
"Yeah," he replied
sullenly.
"I've got the
book."
"That's not funny,"
he said, lighting a cigarette.
"I'm not kidding. I've
got it."
He could tell by her voice
that she really wasn't kidding. He fairly flew up the stairs, dodging sunlight
in the kitchen to stand beside her.
"Spike, what did we agree
about smoking upstairs?"
He looked down at the
cigarette he'd forgotten he even held. "Balls," he said as he hurried
to stub it out in the sink.
She was already thumbing
through the pages.
"Find anything?"
"In this section I think. Spells to end enchantments."
"Sounds promising."
"Let's see. Pigs, hawks,
swans, trolls..."
"Olaf would have liked
that one."
She ignored him. "Frogs,
flies, here we go, rats."
They both read the spell.
"It doesn't need any
ingredients. Just words," Willow looked at him.
"We could just trot
upstairs then and try it out?"
"We should really call
Giles first."
"Why? If we tell him and
it doesn't work, he'll just be disappointed. We can spare him all that."
She smiled. "True."
Without another word, they
ran for the stairs. Willow coaxed Amy out of the cage and set her down in the
middle of the bed. Spike handed Willow the book. She spoke the strange
combination of English and Latin words firmly.
Spike saw the Amy rat begin
to quiver with excitement. It was working.
"Unto flesh you are
born. By Hecate's power and the will of another you are now of strange form. By
my will, be what you were."
Willow pointed at the rat and
it disappeared. In its place sat a young woman. A naked young woman.
Willow whapped him.
"Spike, turn around."
Reluctantly he did so. "Amy,
I presume?"
"Yes." Amy's voice
was scratchy and tentative. "I'm finally human again?"
"Yes, you are,"
Willow said her voice joyful.
Spike heard a rustle of
clothes, then Willow said, "You can turn around now."
Amy was wearing a dress of
Willow's, the long skirt shorter on her taller frame. "Hi," she said.
"I remember seeing you. From there, I mean," she pointed to the cage.
"Do I know you?"
He shook his head. "I'm
Spike."
"Oh," she said with
some interest.
"He's a vampire,"
Willow said.
"I see." She
sounded no less interested.
"It's not like it has to
be a bad thing." Spike said with a scowl. "I guess you could say I'm
reformed."
"Are you, um, living
here because you're someone's boyfriend?" Her voice was a mixture of
curiosity and attraction.
He grinned. It was nice to
have a woman look at him like that again. "Ask me that in a couple of days
and I'll be able to tell you."
"What happens in a
couple of days?"
Willow sat her back down on
the bed. "You've got a lot of catching up to do, Amy. Let me start at the
beginning."
"Buffy's dead and we
need your help to get her back," Spike said.
"Okay, maybe not at the
beginning," Willow said, glaring at him. "Maybe not even in the
middle."
"Buffy gave me back the
life my mom stole. And now you've brought me back, Willow. I'll do whatever I
can do help." She looked over at Spike. "Why did you say that about
knowing if you'll be someone's boyfriend? Does it have to do with Buffy?" She
yawned suddenly.
"That really is a long
story," Spike said gently.
Willow nodded, "Why
don't you sleep for a bit, I'll explain it all when you wake up."
Amy yawned again. "Okay.
I am a little tired." She eased herself back and Willow covered her with a
blanket. She closed her eyes. In seconds she was asleep.
Spike turned to Willow. "Now
we call Giles."
##
Faith was just waking up when
she heard the phone ring and Giles rushing to answer it. She forced herself out
of bed and shuffled to the railing. Looking down, she could see Giles on the
phone at his desk. As if sensing her eyes on him, he looked up and smiled at
her. His face was radiant.
Faith felt her heart sink. Her
first instinct was to pack. But when she looked down at Giles
she was filled with such tenderness that it shook her. The thought of leaving
him—or Dawn—was more than she could bear.
Looked like she was in for
the long haul. She grabbed some clothes and pulled them on quickly. Giles was
just hanging up when she headed down the stairs. He gave her a joyous smile.
"Let me guess? It's
B-Day." She tried hard to keep the sarcasm and dread out of her voice.
He moved to her and took her
in his arms. "Yes, it is. Are you going to be all right with this?"
She felt his arms tighten
around her as she leaned into him. "I will be. I think."
He pulled her face up, kissed
her hard. "I love you. Dawn loves you. We love Buffy too, but getting her
back won't change how we feel about you."
She wished she could believe
him. She knew he believed what he was saying. But nobody could predict what
Buffy's return would mean for her or for any of them. Even for Buffy herself. Faith
wondered, not for the first time, just what kind of Buffy they'd be getting
back. Not that it mattered. Way Faith figured it, none of the possible Buffys were going to like her.
She gave Giles a quick,
hungry kiss, then pulled out of his arms. "So where are we headed? And how
can I help?"
##
Anya seemed indignant. "You
mean D'Hoffryn is helping you? For computer
lessons?"
"An. Hon. Give me the
phone." Xander tried to gently pry it from her grasp.
She slipped away. "He
gave you the spell? And tea? I never had tea with him in all the centuries I
knew him. That bastard."
He saw her loosen her grip
and yanked the phone away. "Will? What's going on?"
"Xander, God can she
ever stay on topic?"
"Probably not. So what's the what?"
"We have everything we
need, Xander. We can get Buffy back. Tonight when the
sun sets. At the house. But I need you to get some stuff for me, okay?"
"You got it. I'm supply
guy."
"Okay, we need a hypodermic
needle and some blood sample type test tubes. You'll probably have to ask for
that at the pharmacy. Tell them you're studying to be a lab tech."
"Lie for needle and
tubes. Okay. Next?"
"We're also going to
need some red wine, preferably from Dalmatia."
"You want wine from a
dog?"
"It's in Croatia."
"Okay..." He
sounded dubious. Maybe he should look up where that was.
"You'll need to go to
that new wine store. If anybody is going to have it, they will. If they don't
have Dalmatian, get a nice Italian red."
"Are we having a
resurrection, Will, or a dinner party?"
"It's for the ritual,
Xander. The monks came from that area, before they dispersed to other parts of
Europe. I'm just trying to be as faithful to the original spell as I can."
"I knew that," he
said cockily even though he was feeling a little lost. But then he often did
when spells were involved. Not that he hadn't helped out big time when they
were fighting Adam. That had been so weird. He realized Willow was talking. "What?"
"I said, be here as soon
as you can, okay?"
"We will be." He
hung up the phone.
Anya was still scowling. "She
got to see his room. Nobody gets to see that. It's so unfair."
He'd learned not to argue
with her when she was ranting. "It really is, An. You knew him way
longer."
She smiled gratefully. "I
love it when you side with me, Xander."
"I know you do. Now
we've got some shopping to do."
##
Dawn stumbled up the front
steps ahead of Tara. "See, I beat you."
Tara laughed. "It's not
really fair since you're the slayer. I should get a huge head start."
They were still laughing when
they opened the door. Willow, Spike, Faith, and Giles were waiting for them.
Dawn swallowed hard. This
kind of scene was never good. Then she noticed the smile on Willow's face.
"What's going on?"
Tara asked.
A new person walked out of
the kitchen, eating a bowl of ice cream with great glee. "Oh, hi,"
she said to the newcomers.
Tara looked at Dawn. She mouthed,
"Who is that?"
Dawn shrugged, although she
thought the young woman looked slightly familiar.
Willow introduced them,
"Uh Dawn, Tara, meet Amy."
Tara took a step forward. "You
mean Amy-the-rat Amy?" At Willow's happy nod, she smiled. "Oh my God,
you did it. But how did you do it?"
"It's a long story."
"She traded a really powerful
demon computer lessons for the location of the de-ratting spell," Spike said.
"Again
not so long. I have to stop saying that." Willow roller her eyes at Spike.
"I also got the spell to bring Buffy back and we need a third witch and I
knew I couldn't de-rat Amy so while I was there I
asked him."
Tara held out her hand to
Amy, "I feel like I know you, I mean all that time feeding you and
changing the water and umm other things. But we've never really met. I'm
Tara."
"Oh, I know who you are.
I can still remember all the things that went on while I was living in Willow's
bedroom."
Tara blushed.
Dawn stepped up. She was
still trying to process everything. "I'm Dawn, Buffy's sister." She
turned to Willow. "Does this mean...?" She trailed off, afraid to put
it into words, to be disappointed.
Willow went to her and put
her hands on her shoulders. "It does, Dawnie, it
really does."
"Providing that D'Hoffryn guy didn't sell you a bill of goods," Spike said.
Willow glared at him. "If
he did, his computer is so history."
The front door opened again
and Xander and Anya walked in.
"Whoa." Xander
noticed Amy at once. "Check out who's back among the two-legged."
"Hi, Xander," Amy
beamed. She looked at Anya. "You're that new girl from school?"
Anya moved closer to Xander;
she laid her hand on his arm possessively. "Anya. Xander's fiancée. Ex-demon."
"Oh. Wow. No messing
with you, I guess?"
"You guess right."
"Hackles down, An. Amy's
just a friend." Xander pulled his arm away and turned to Willow. "I've
got the supplies."
"Good." She took
them from him.
"No Dalmatian or any
other type of Croatian, though. The guy said we could go Greek or Turkish, but
you said Italian. I got confused. So I bought all
three."
Willow nodded approval. "We'll
drink the two we don't use."
"Cool," Dawn
murmured.
"Not you," Willow
and Faith said in unison.
"Party poopers." Dawn
pretended to sulk. She studied Faith—she looked nervous. As Willow took the
supplies into the kitchen, Dawn walked over to Faith. "You okay?" she
whispered.
Faith appeared to bite back a
sarcastic reply. "Yeah. I guess so."
Dawn saw fear in Faith's
eyes. Something she'd never seen in months of patrolling together. She took the
other slayer's hand and felt Faith resist her for a moment then give in. "Buffy's
my sister and I love her, but I didn't choose her. You're my friend by
choice."
Faith didn't say anything,
but Dawn felt the older girl tighten her grip on Dawn's hand.
"So
who's going to explain what's going on?" Xander asked.
Willow pointed to Giles.
He protested, "You're
the one that found the spells."
"Yeah but you always
explain things."
"Oh, very well." He
motioned everyone to sit down.
"The spell, while quite
complicated in terms of ingredients and the wording, is relatively easy to
execute. It does however require three initiates, or in this case witches, all
of whom know each other. The spell must be done at sunset, right when the world
is poised between light and dark. So we have some
preparation to do. And Dawn, we're going to need some of your blood."
"Why does everyone
always want my blood?"
"Buffy was right"
Giles said gently. "You were made from her blood."
"How did the monks get
it?" Xander wanted to know.
"Dracula," Anya said
softly. "I knew that wasn't him. Couldn't believe he wouldn't look me
up."
"You mean I was his butt
monkey and he wasn't even here?"
"Fraid
so, Xan." Willow smiled in sympathy.
"God, I hate this
town."
Giles rose. "Come into
the kitchen, Dawn, and I'll draw your blood."
She reluctantly got up. "What
about the rest of them?"
Willow stood up. "Tara,
Amy, we need to make the magical wine." She turned to the others. "Spike,
you and Faith need to seal the house up. It's important that no door or window
be open or unlocked. Xander, Anya, we'll need space in the living room. Could
you move the furniture out of the way and vacuum the carpet? It needs to be
clean. Okay, let's get to work."
##
Soon all was prepared. Giles
surveyed the newly cleaned room. Xander and Anya had moved everything out of
the way and were downstairs putting the vacuum away, had been down there quite
a long time for such a simple errand. Willow, Tara, and Amy had finished making
the herbed wine and had left it to cool. They were upstairs preparing for the
ritual. Dawn was in the kitchen making cookies. She said they were Buffy's
favorite. He hoped for her sake that everything went right and that they
brought back a Buffy who could recall her favorite things.
Faith and Spike came down the
stairs. They were arguing. He watched them, noticing how at ease they were with
each other, how good humored the discussion stayed even as they bickered. Everyone
had fallen into new kinds of relationships since Buffy died. How would her
coming back change all that?
"You're frowning,"
Faith said quietly as she slipped her arms around him and leaned into his back.
"Just worrying. You know
me." He pulled her around to his chest, closed his eyes for a moment, and
just concentrated on what it felt like to hold her. She was warm, always so
warm, and she smelled of last night's sleep and last night's sex. He kissed her
neck and heard her sigh. He whispered in her ear, "We're going to be fine.
No matter what happens here tonight."
"I know," she
whispered. "But everything's going to change."
"Yes, no doubt it
will."
She kissed him softly. When
she pulled away, Giles saw Xander watching them. Giles bit back a sigh. He and
Faith had agreed not to try to hide their relationship, but they had never been
so indiscreet before.
"Tell us to get a room
and you're toast, Xander," Faith's voice was challenging.
Xander surprised Giles by
smiling. "I was just going to say I'm glad you
two are happy. I didn't believe it could work. And maybe—given our history, Faith—I
was jealous. But I think I was wrong. About a lot of things." He turned to
go back into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, Xander,"
Faith called after him.
He stopped walking.
"I know I've never said
that. But I am sorry for what I did to you. I hurt you and I wish I could take
it back."
He turned and gave her a silly
grin. "It wasn't all bad." Giles coughed and Xander forced his face
into a more serious expression. "Not that I remember much. I mean, it's
all a blur. Really. I'm going now." He hurried out.
Faith turned to Giles. Her
expression was amused but uncertain. "That was nice, what he said."
He smiled. "And what you
said was nice too."
"Yeah. I guess it was. Don't
expect me to make a habit of it though."
He thought of how she was
with Dawn, and with him. "Of course not," he played along, not
believing her for a second.
"Besides," she said
as she bumped up against him, moving her body against a rather sensitive spot
on his. "You like me just a little bit bad."
"You'll get no argument
from me there," he said as he bent to kiss her again.
##
Willow swallowed nervously as
she, Tara, and Amy took their places inside the circle of lit candles. They all
dipped their fingers in the herbed wine and slowly traced the outline of the
circle with it. Then, kneeling so that they formed a triangle, they dipped into
the wine again, touching it to their foreheads and their throat.
"Protect this
space," Willow said. "Oh guardian of all
things Fire. We call on the lords of the West for protection."
Amy followed her lead. "Oh guardian of all things Air. We call on the lords of the
East for protection."
Tara said, "Oh guardian
of all things Earth. We call on the lords of the North for protection."
Willow finished it with: "Oh
guardians of all things Water. We call on the lords of the South for protection."
The circle they'd drawn with
the wine flared with light for a moment, then it was still. They were ready.
Willow reached into her robe
pocket and drew out a vial of Dawn's blood. She poured it carefully onto the
melted wax of a huge candle in the center of the circle. The flame flared high
as the blood merged with the wax. Then it burned a bright ruby as the blood was
sucked out of the wax and into the fire.
She began the chant and heard
Amy and Tara join her. She could feel power flowing through her. Once, twice,
three times they said the sacred words. On the fourth time, their voices rose
and she felt the power they were raising lift above them.
She leaned down and stared
into the flame of the candle. "I call to Buffy. Return to the life you
left."
The flame shot high, its red
incandescence nearly licking the ceiling, then it was calm again.
"And so
mote it be," Willow whispered. It was over. She looked at her partners in
the chant, then at the rest of the gang. They were all checking the room. She
too scanned the space.
"So
where is she?" Spike asked.
##
Buffy felt despair overcome
her. The portal was stronger than she could ever be. She knew she'd lost.
Dawn wouldn't save her. Neither
would Faith.
It was over.
She let go. Fell for a second
into the portal, felt its anticipation and welcome. But then another force
seemed to gather her up. She thought she heard Willow's voice.
There was a red flash and the
portal was gone. She stood in her bedroom. From the reflection in the mirror,
she could tell she was in her own body.
She was back. But how?
She heard voices downstairs. Took
a tentative step and expected to feel dizzy or uncoordinated. But the movement
felt fine. She took another step. Then another. She felt strong. She did a
small side kick. Then shadow boxed. It was all good.
She was alive. She was Buffy.
She was the Slayer.
She walked into the hall. Dawn's
door was open; the room looked just the same. Buffy glanced across the hall. Pain
surged through her at the sight of her mom's room. Then the voices in the
living room rose, distracting her from her grief.
She crept down the stairs and
saw them all. Dawn, Giles, Xander, and Willow. Tara and Anya. Even Spike. Then
two more people moved into view. Amy? Willow must have finally found the right
spell, she thought. Then her whole body clenched.
Faith. Here? She tensed,
ready to fight. But she saw that Giles was talking to the other slayer, that no
one appeared concerned. Faith was part of the gang, then? How could this have
happened? She'd been in her dreams but thought she'd still been in prison.
"Good lord." It was
Giles' dear voice, full of shock.
Everyone followed his gaze. A
variety of expressions erupted.
"Oh my God," Dawn
said, nearly crying.
"Buffy!" Willow,
unable to contain her excitement, ran to her. "You're really back."
"Yep," she said,
trying out her new voice. It wasn't scratchy or weak, just the same as it
always was. She took the last four steps quickly and found herself caught up in
Willow's hug. "Miss me?"
Over Willow's shoulder, her
eyes met Giles'. He was clearly overjoyed. She wanted to hug him next, but then
she noticed how close he and Faith were standing. Buffy saw her watcher glance
at the other slayer, saw Faith return the look in a way that Buffy didn't want
to understand.
"B," Faith said,
her voice even, calm. "Welcome home."
"Thanks." Buffy knew
her own voice was cold and unfriendly. She didn't care.
Xander claimed her next. "The
Buffster! I thought I'd never see you again!"
She took comfort in the
strength of his arms. Construction work was agreeing with him. "Xander, I
can't breathe."
"Sorry," he grinned
as he let her go.
Tara and Anya said quiet
hellos, and Spike seemed at a loss for words, finally spitting out
"Slayer" in response to her neutral greeting.
Buffy turned to Dawn, held
her arms open wide.
"Buffy!" Her sister
launched herself at her. "Oh my God, don't ever die for me like that
again."
Buffy laughed and cried, and
so did Dawn. The others left them alone. Finally Spike
came out.
"Everything okay?" He
looked at Dawn with concern, then he glanced over at Buffy. His expression was
one of uncertain joy.
For some reason she found
herself unaccountably annoyed by his presence. She rose and walked toward him,
ignoring the grin he was trying to hide. "Spike. I can't thank you enough
for all you've done for Dawn. I'm sure you did a fine job taking care of her,
and we both know it was way beyond the call. But I'm back now, so you can
return to your normal life." She began to push him toward the door. "I
know how relieved this must make you feel. It can't be fun having a teenager on
your hands all the time."
"Buffy...I..."
Spike was at a loss for words.
"No really, I'm sure you
have lots to do before the sun comes up."
"Buffy, what's wrong
with you?" Dawn suddenly stood in front of her. "Spike's not going
anywhere. He lives here."
"Yeah." Spike
seemed to have found his voice, and some anger to boot. "In the basement,
I'll have you know. For some time now."
Buffy laughed. She felt something
grow inside her: anger, panic, hysteria, she wasn't sure what. "Dawn, we
will not have a vampire living with us."
Dawn didn't back down. "Bet
you wouldn't say that if it was Angel."
"Angel isn't your
ordinary vampire."
"Neither is Spike—he's
Dawn's watcher." Giles had come in unnoticed during the argument.
"Her what?" Buffy
couldn't believe what she was hearing. Had she landed in the Bizarro world? First
Faith, now Spike?
"A great deal has
changed since you died." Giles walked to her and put his hands gently on
her shoulders. "We've been trying to get you back for so long. I've been
terrified that we would lose you. None of us can imagine what you went through.
But I think you need to step back, rest perhaps. We—but you most of all—need to
figure out how things have changed while you've been gone. But we won't be
doing that tonight."
Buffy looked around and saw
the others watching her. She saw the uncertainty in their eyes. She suddenly
felt very lost, very small. "Where do I fit in this new world you've all
forged?"
Before they could answer, she
turned and walked slowly up the stairs. She closed door closed gently but imagined
the click of the lock being thrown echoed throughout the house.
FIN
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