Xander watched as an invisible breeze floated through the fog clearing and blew the dust away. Then the fog closed in again and he was left alone. He sank to the ground and tried to sort through what had happened. He still didn't know where he was or what was going on, he had seen the murdered body of his friend, the strongest bravest person he knew, murdered by her true love.
Then he killed the one person she loved in cold blood. He is just as bad as Angelus was, and this upset him.
When he closed his eyes he saw her cold lifeless body, her hair moving slightly in the breeze, two purple welts marring her neck. Hopefully, she had gone to a better place, full of sunshine and without shadows. He sighed and opened his eyes, staring unseeingly into the fog. Tears blurred his vision again.
A movement slightly to the left of him caught his attention, another figure was coming towards him. "Maybe it's the ghost of Christmas Future," he sarcastically muttered. Then the fog cleared around him again and his jaw dropped. Standing in front of him in a long, flowing white dress stood Buffy.
They stared at each other for a long time.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Why?" she looked so serene.
"I was too late to save you."
"Maybe this time I wasn't to be saved. It does not matter now."
"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter'," he snapped. "I failed, I was too late."
"Hush," she soothed. She looked so beautiful.
"You know I would give my life for you in a second, without a thought." He looked up at her.
"I know," she said with a wistful smile.
"I was too late . . ." he repeated, images of her dead body filling his mind's eye.
"You risked your life to save me once, and now you did the same again." Buffy smiled. To Xander she looked as if she was surrounded by a white glow, but that could have been the fog.
"You're very special to me, you all are, you especially though, not even he would give me my life back, you did, selflessly and with great courage. My white knight."
"I was too late," Xander looked away from her in despair.
"You won't be." Buffy took a few steps forward, and kissed Xander on the forehead. Xander closed his eyes. When he opened them again, she had gone vamished into the fog.
A wave of conflicting emotions washed over him, he felt so small, so lonely. He lay down on the cold, hard ground and closed his eyes. He was so tired. He curled up in a foetal position and tried once more to sort through what had happened. "What the Hell is going on?" He tried to open his eyes but he was so tired, he wanted to sleep for a thousand years. The silence lulled him and he fell into a deep sleep.
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