All Over Again: Part 3
by Gina
I have nothing so it's not worth even thinking about suing me. This is just an idea using your character, Joss. Sorry to insult you if I use them badly. Sorry for making Buffy so cynical. Don't worry , it'll play out. Um, I forget what happened to Acathla, but pretend it's still at the mansion. Oh, and this is kinda like What Dreams May Come, which also doesn't belong to me. Just read.



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Part Three

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When I push the button, the whole room is like the Omniverse Theatre. I'm surrounded by images of last night. Oh look, there's me. Yuck-covered in ashes, well, so is he. Angel's carrying me out the back of the theatre. The other people filter out too, and someone calls the fire department on their cell phone. Angel sets me down and checks me for a pulse. An ash-covered woman comes up to him and tells him she's a nurse and does CPR on me. Angel looks relieved, because obviously he wouldn't be able to do that. But the relief slowly fades from his face as the woman looks up from my body and tells him that I'm dead. That's weird-watching yourself die. Angel cries out and holds my limp body to him. I hear sirens and soon the fire trucks and ambulances are there. I get put into a black bag. Hmm, what a Kodak moment, seeing yourself being put in a body bag. Angel stands there, in shock, tears streaming down his face. Now I regret feeling so hostile toward him. He walks over to a pay phone across the street and the screen fades out.

The next scene is of the library. Everyone's there, Xander, Willow, Giles, Oz, even Cordy and Wesley. Angel's missing, though. That's only because it's daytime. Xander has tears streaming down his face and is slumped in a chair. Cordy is sitting next to him, crying. Wesley is pacing slowly back and forth by the check-out counter. Giles is leaned against his office's doorframe, with a disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes. Willow is the worst though. She's just sitting there, staring off in space, with the most heartbroken look on her face. She probably can't even hear the soothing words Oz is offering her. And Oz, who hardly ever shows emotion, is also crying. It's a horrible scene to look at, all of my friends are so sad. The screen shows the Mayor reading the paper and telling Faith abut the fire and my fatality. Ugh, how I wish I could whack that smirk off his face! She excuses herself to the bathroom. She leaves the building, however, and sits outside City Hall. To my surprise, she lets a few tears fall from her eyes. Then she erupts into sobs. She looks so lost and helpless and I feel bad for her. The screen fades out again to show my bedroom. The blinds are tightly drawn and Angel is sitting on my bed, absently tossing Mr. Gordo around in his hands. He's like that for a minute or two. My heart breaks all over again to see him like this. He gets up and prowls around my room, like he's trying to memorize everything. He picks up a picture of Willow, Xander, and me and begins crying.

The next scene shows my funeral. It passes by in slow motion. My mom collapses in Dad's arms. All my friends are crying, but at least Willow has come out of her coma-like state from the library. After the funeral, the gang sticks around at my grave. Night falls, and Angel shows up with a white rose. He places it on my grave and pulls out a stake. Everyone tries to stop him, but he tells them, through tears, that he couldn't live without me. Willow softly argues that he was leaving anyway. Angel shakes his head, saying that he went to my house to apologize and tell me that he was staying, if I had still wanted him to. When I didn't show up, he left, and saw me going into the theatre and told them that he felt horrible for not getting me out in time. They continued to protest, but he turned toward the grave and plunged the stake into his chest. The screen faded again.

That left me sobbing uncontrollably. Not to mention pretty pissed off at God, or Fate, whoever the hell thought this would be fun to play out using my life. I fell to the ground and let all my emotions out. It took me a few minutes to realize I was no longer alone in the room. I wiped my eyes and looked at her. "Ms Calendar?" I mange to choke out. She smiles down at me and offers her hand. I take it and suddenly we are standing in the mansion where Acathla still stands. "Buffy," Ms. Calendar's voice floats through the air, "You must save Angel's soul." Before I can answer, she disappears and leaves me alone in the mansion, very confused.


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