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This snippet contains a spoiler for "Smashed", so
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She had just finished the last leg of her regular
cemetery patrol, and the redhaired wiccan assured her, "No sign of any
nasties." Buffy smiled as her hand instinctively found Willow's and held
it, feeling her love's warmth; no new vamps, no demons, no old enemies seeking
to fulfill a vendetta. A quiet patrol, a clear starlit sky, and her true
love at her side. This was just what Buffy needed. After the ordeal
she went through before to reclaim her humanity, not to mention aiding Willow in
her recovery from magic addiction, and then battling that powerful demon
summoned by Jonathan and his idiot cohorts (whom Xander affectionately called
'The Lone Gunmen"). It was a tough year, but she survived it all.
More than that, she had finally found the love that had eluded her all these
years, in the person and soul of Willow Rosenberg. Tara was more than
understanding; Willow suspected that she had become closer to Amy ever since she
dealt with her own addiction problems.
For the first time since her mother's death, Buffy
finally found a peace in her soul that had been lacking for so long. But
there was one last thing she had to do. One last detail to assure herself
that her world was back in its proper axis.
She told Willow to stay back, and approached a
familiar crypt. She knocked hard on the heavy door, and waited patiently
as the moldy crypt opened to her.
He stood at the doorway, bare chested and leering
at her. His smile reminded Buffy of a shark who had gone into the legal
profession. "Slayer," he greeted her in a tone of malevolent cheer.
"To what do I owe this unexpected surprise? Don't tell me you missed our
little, uh, 'wrestling matches'!"
"Nothing like that, Spike," Buffy answered
casually. "I just wanted to test a theory." Without any further
warning, she pulled her arm back, and released it like a catapult, her fist
connecting with Spike's face in a blow that would have pulped a normal
human. In Spike's case, it just sent him flying ten feet backward, landing
squarely on his butt. He scrambled to his feet, glared hard at the Slayer,
and threw his arm wide to backhand her. Buffy stood,
unmoving.
His hand stopped within a centimeter of Buffy's
face, then pulled back sharply, as Spike doubled over in terrible pain.
Buffy smiled at Spike's agony, silently relieved that the chip in his head still
worked. "Thanks Spike. That's all I needed to know. Have a nice
night." She walked away from the crypt, leaving the embarrassed vampire
behind to wallow in his misery.
The slayer met with the waiting redhead, who
greeted her with a deep and passionate kiss. "So," Willow asked, "How'd it
go with tall, dark and clueless?"
Buffy just smiled, her arms wrapped aroundWillow's
shoulders. "It's good to be back."
FINIS
Buffy; "Amy. How you been?"
Amy; "Rat. You?"
Buffy; "Dead."
Amy; "Oh."
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