Fic: The Flow (3/?)

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Hello all,
Me again, I was a busy little bee last night, so please R&R? <puppy 
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Stef

Title: The Flow
Chapter 2: Perfection
Rating: R (language and future naugthiness)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns it all right?
Summary: Set after the serie's end, kind of hard to put into words 
really. Buffy arrives in the story.

Chapter 2: Perfection

She walks slightly slumped as she makes her way through the VIP 
lounge at Manchester Airport she has just landed after the long 
flight from Hong Kong to London with a connection to Manchester. She 
doesn't bother to check her baggage, since she had everything she 
needed in her small carryall bag. She's wearing a dark gray business 
suit, her closet back home was filled them, all lined up in a neat 
rows, black heals make a clicking sound against the tiled floor of 
the terminal building. 

Once she steps outside she straightens up and smiles at the man 
waiting for her, he is an elderly gentleman both tall and handsome 
despite his years with silver hair. He carries a prideful air about 
himself. They hug briefly before breaking apart. They've known each 
other for a long time now, as friends, as teacher and student, father 
and daughter. Buffy and Giles, Giles and Buffy, Watcher and Slayer.

She has at this point achieved the only thing no other Slayer in 
history has ever attained, she's has Perfection, as the only Slayer 
to reach maturity and the only one to retire from the fight. She now 
lives in Tokyo along with her sister Dawn and their two cats Twinkle 
and Black Cat. But when the call came she had, like a good girl, 
packed her overnight bag and booked a first class ticket on the first 
flight out. Leaving Dawn to her studies and parties.

They don't speak much, both comfortable with silence in their lives. 
Their destination is a small mansion not far from London; it is 
located among trees belonging to a forest replanted a hundred years 
prior to shield it from the outside world. It's a hermit's home since 
nobody goes there and perhaps that's for the best, what happens there 
is not for the weak of heart to witness.

Perhaps more than an observation is needed to fully understand this 
latest arrival on the stage, the elder gentleman will have to wait 
for a better time. Her name is Buffy Anne Summers and she is perhaps 
the most powerful being to walk the Earth at this given time. The 
years have tempered her fires somewhat and made her stalwart and 
silent, she has been transformed through fire and hardships into a 
woman of character and perhaps prejudice. To her the world is black 
and white, it makes life easier and the losses she has endured 
tolerable. 

The car speeds down the motorway and soon they have left the city 
behind them and the landscape is made up of fields, rolling green 
hills and the odd tree streaks by them as they drive on towards their 
place of meeting. The silence stretches on between them, it doesn't 
matter the only thing they can talk about is the only thing they 
don't wish to discuss. They are of the Four, prophesized and 
foretold, their battles are all but over but the war rages, in the 
fight between good and evil, darkness and light neither can win, the 
balance may shift but neither side can be fully destroyed, no matter 
how zealous it's warriors may be. The Mansion looms ahead and it 
starts to rain, the other two will be there shortly and the usual 
arguments are bound to arise. They always do, it is just the way 
things are and the world continues to flow around them.

To be continued?