Reflection: 1
by SpikeandAngelsgurl
Title-Reflection

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It was over. Buffy sat on the front steps of the motel room she shared with Xander and Dawn, gazing at the stars. How beautiful they looked now. Now that she wasn't the only one, now that she was finally free. It was funny, she had never really spent much time looking at the stars before, even though nearly half her life, she had spent her nights outdoors. A few tears couldn't help escaping, though Buffy felt at peace for maybe the first time since she had been brought back. Spike was gone. That beautiful man she had loved so much, whether he believed it or not, was dead. She sobbed now, as she thought of all she could have had in that time they'd had together. That time that had been oh so brief. She'd almost missed her last chance to tell him. She'd had so many more chances before that final battle to tell him, to show him, how much she loved him. But she'd been to afraid, and she'd waited until they didn't have any time left. It still seemed surreal, that they had won, that he was really gone, and that her life was finally all her own. Spike had saved the world. The man who had came to Sunnydale to kill her, the man who had hated her, fought her, tried to kill her more times then she could count, sang to her, fought by her side, the man who had held her, and loved her more than she deserved, had sacrificed himself to save the world. Sacrificed all they could have had so that a bunch of ignorant people who had no idea how close it had all come to ending, could continue to live. If not for him, that vampire who had been more man than demon, the world would have been doomed. But it hadn't been, he had sacrificed himself. And thought she hated herself for thinking it, because she had truly loved him, and he her, she couldn't help being glad it hadn't been Angel who had decided to use the amulet. She wouldn't have been able to live with herself if Angel, her first love, the true love of her soul, had sacrificed himself before they'd really had a chance at a life together. And thanks to Spike, maybe now they could. She was still alive. She almost hadn't been, but the First had brought her back, even if that hadn't been it's intention when it'd opened it's big mouth to gloat. Now it was all over. Evil still existed of course, but now the number of slayers around to fight it was innumerable. She wasn't alone. She could have a life all her own, and someday, maybe even in the near future, her a Angel would have their life together.


*(His slayer had done it.)* Giles thought, as he lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling. His slayer had defeated the first, and she had come up with the plan to do so all on her own. She didn't need him to survive anymore. His job was done. He could do anything he wanted now. He could, and probably should, return to London and rebuild the Watcher's council, all those new slayers were going to be so confused, and in need. Or he could stay with his slayer, and her sister, the two daughters who should have, and could have been his, if he'd only told Joyce how he felt. But she was lost to him now, as were so many others, something he had come to terms with long ago. He couldn't change the past, and now, with the destruction of Sunnydale and it's hellmouth, his life was finally his own. Buffy had come full circle, she had no need for his guidance anymore, and had told him as much. He could finally do whatever he wanted, and he wanted to go home. To take his daughters, Buffy, Dawn, Willow, even Faith, and his son, Xander, with him to London, to give them time to come to terms, and grieve in peace, before they started the long, painful process of rebuilding the council.


Xander wiped the tears from his face, and leaned back in the makeshift bed he had created on the floor of the hotel room he shared with Buffy and Dawn. Now that he was alone, with Buffy outside and Dawn with Faith and Wood, he could cry. They had done it, saved the world, free'd Buffy, finally gotten rid of Spike...he smiled wryly at his thought, but it didn't last. They had saved the world, but the one person who should have survived hadn't. Anya was gone.The only woman he had ever truly loved was dead, buried in the crater that had once been Sunnydale. He regretted now, as he never had before, not marrying her. All that lost time. They could have had so much, a life, a home, even a child, a beautiful little girl with her eyes, and her laugh. How he'd miss that dry, sarcastic sense of humor that was pure Anya, and her confused laugh, as if she never quite got the joke. The way she walked, the was she kissed, the way she laughed at all his stupid jokes, how she always said exactly what she meant. He had no doubt that she had been beautiful in that final fight, beautiful, and brave, he knew that she had fought courageously. He still wished that she would have taken his advice and used Andrew as a human shield. Xander fidgeted with the patch on his eye and grimaced. So much had been lost, yet so much had been gained. His freedom from the hellmouth, Buffy's freedom thanks to all the new slayers Willow had created. His life was finally all his own, as it never had been since that fateful day in the library seven years ago, he could finally do whatever he wanted with it, and all he was really sure of was that he didn't want to spend it with anyone but the people he was with now. His family.


Willow sat up and gazed at Kennedy's beautiful face as the moonlight shone over it thought the motel window. It never ceased to amaze her that this gorgeous, powerful woman loved her. When Tara had died in her arms she'd thought she'd die too, she'd been sure all then that she'd lost her capability to ever love again. All the hope she;d had that her life could finally be whole, all her faith that her family would finally defeat the evil surrounding them had died with Tara. But Kennedy had revived that hope, that faith, and brought Willow back to life, in a way she could never explain. She'd brought Willow's confidence in herself back to life with her love. She had performed a spell using magick more ancient and powerful than any other, and she hadn't gone to her bad place. She knew she owed it all to Kennedy. She never had to fear going to the bad place again. She was free of it, just as she was free of her life in Sunnydale. Not that she didn't have her regrets. So many she loved had lost their lives in that final fight against evil, Anya, the potentials she had come to care about, even Spike, but it was because of their sacrifice that Willow could finally go her own way. She could do, she could be anything she wanted now. She could go back to school, maybe even go to LA and work for Angel, or she continue on with Buffy and Faith, finding the other Slayers, and eventually heading to Cleveland, where Giles had mentioned another hellmouth was located, and continue the fight against evil. And really, she owed it all to Buffy, she could do anything she wanted, because the battle she had been fighting at her bestfriends side for the last seven years was finally over, the hellmouth in Sunnydale was closed and destroyed. They had won.


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