Fic: Damn Right 1/1 <New Author>

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Title: Damn Right
Author: Jdoe0101
Email: Jdoe0101@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Quoth the welcome file, "Joss rules, I suck. He owns 'em, I wish 
I did." 
Summary: I stink at summaries, but that being said, "The accused responds." 
Spoilers: All of season 6 so far. 
Distribution: Ask first please. 
Rating: PG, but R in the subtext.
Author notes: I'm a newbie so, "Be gentle, it's my first time." Still, if it 
sucks, lemme know, it'll only help. Thank you all for your time in reading 
this.


I brought her back. I did. It was my idea, my research, my effort, and 
Giles has the nerve to question me. 
Rupert Giles, the Great Watcher. 
The same man who spent most of the summer wallowing in his stuffy 
melancholy way. You know, if it weren't for us, he'd have drowned in a 
bottle, so between Dawnie and that stupid robot we had to worry about him. On 
top of all that, the nights after everyone was asleep, the crash course in 
Necromancy 101, prowling Ebay and Mysimon.com for the Urn, apparently the 
last damn one on earth. 
But you know what, it worked. 
We got the urn. I found the right ritual, the only one I might add that 
would actually let us keep our souls and keep me from having to call on 
D'Hoffryn. Believe me that was one conversation I wasn't looking forward to, 
those sharks on Ebay have nothing on him. 
So, bad enough Giles couldn't handle things and not you know, help or 
anything, he has to leave just before the ritual. Yes, pip, pip, back to 
merry old England, after all, his slayer's dead, and so the watcher's job was 
done. I guess in the end Giles the rebel wasn't so rebellious after all, he 
managed to finish his chronicles the way every good watcher did, with the 
burial of a Slayer. 
She did die you know. She jumped into that portal and went to hell. One 
of them anyway, never could pin down which one exactly. That's the piece he 
seems to be forgetting in all this. She wasn't at peace; it wasn't like she 
was in heaven, sitting in the clouds with her trusty old harp. 
Buffy was in eternal torment, with a capital ETERNAL. After everything 
she'd been through, all the pain, all the sacrifices and the struggle, she'd 
end up with the monsters she killed, we'd killed? 
No. 
No, she wasn't. Not the slayer, not my best friend, not my everything. 
Not MY Buffy. She did everything anyone could do, and the thanks she got, 
her big reward, was damnation? And I was supposed to let that go? "No, no, 
can't interfere with the natural order of things, the powers must have their 
reasons." 
Bull. 
Giles said I had no idea what could have happened, but once again, wrong. 
I knew exactly what I was doing, if I couldn't get Buffy to Heaven, which by 
all rights was where she belonged, <and I don't want to know how much sleep I 
didn't get trying to find a way to do THAT> I could do the next best thing. 
I'd bring her back and give HER another chance, give US another chance time. 
We'd all have more time, all of us, her, me, Dawn, Xander, even Giles 
himself, no matter how little he deserved it. 
You'd think he'd be grateful, but no, he went all Yoda on me, going on 
about the dark side of the force. He should be grateful he's wrong, because 
Goddess knows if I was going to go all Anakin Skywalker, he'd be in trouble. 
Deep trouble. 

End.