“The Hyperion Hotel, please.” The cab driver gives a small nod before putting the car in gear and heading out of the LAX parking lot.
LA, the place where my journey as a Slayer began would now serve as the place where my little sister would begin hers. Yup, my little Dawn...a Slayer. Just one of god only knows how many other girls. All of them chosen. All of them special. But her–even more so. My baby sister, following in my footsteps. A girl who wasn’t even sure if her life even qualified as a real life a few years ago, would now be responsible for saving the lives of others.
I couldn’t shelter her anymore, no matter how badly I wanted to. (And I really wanted to...trust me.)The Powers chose her--not to be protected from the world, but for her to protect others from it...or things that resided in it anyway.
I’m still not exactly sure why I was surprised that she had been chosen. She is a Summers after all. Yeah, I know its not a hereditary thing...but there will be no bursting of Buffy’s little bubble of happiness.
::Glances over at Dawn in the neighboring seat and smiles lightly::
A new start, for
the both all of us. Giles, Robin and Andrew were hard at work over the summer trying to breathe some life into the brand spankin’ new Watchers Council. Willow should be returning from her little get away soon--if she isn’t back already, and I think Xander’s back from his too.
In that instant I cant help my mind from slipping to the two that wouldn’t be coming back. Two that fought bravely, selflessly and lost their lives. Two that...I couldn’t save. Anya...and Spike
Poor Xander. I know he was just acting like a brave little toaster on the outside, when on the inside he was really that odd scared little blanket who looked up to the toaster. If I could bring her back for him I’d do it in a heartbeat. They were the real deal. And I honestly believe that if they were given the time they would have gotten over the slum their relationship was in.
And Spike--well, a single day hasn’t passed since that battle when I haven thought about him. He saved us--and I don’t just mean the ‘us’ that were involved, I mean ALL of us. It’s awful, but I even wondered...what if I had let Angel help me like he had offered to. What if Angel had been the one to--god...bag thoughts, Buffy. Bad!
Not only did Spike save us during the battle, he saved me before it had even begun. When everyone--my sister, my friends--all turned on me, he was there. And now? He’s...not.
“How much further?” I ask the driver before eyeing my watch.
“Nearly there miss. Should arrive within the next twenty minutes.” He replied while looking back at Dawn and I thought the rearview mirror.
“Okay... Thank you...”
The wait was killing me. What a major spaz. We may all be starting anew, but as long as I have my sister, my Giles, my Willow and my Xander...I can deal with anything this, or any other, town might throw at me. There’s nothing that bunch can get me through.