Buffy let out a content sigh as Wesley wrapped his arms around her. Even though she was the Slayer, she took solace in his arms, knowing he would always be there for her, no matter what happened. Buffy had to wonder if they would've been close before if she had given him a chance. Or if they would've given each other a chance. She wondered if things would had been easier on all of them.
Shaking her head, she decided it didn't matter anymore. What happened seemed like a hundred years ago and so much had changed since them. Wesley was no longer the man she loathed, but the man she loved with every ounce of her being. She was sure she even loved him more than she had loved Angel at one time.
"I love you," she whispered before she drifted off to sleep.
"Ready, 'B?"
The voice made Buffy turn around. Faith was standing there, a large weapon in her hand. She blinked, wondering why there were there, and where there was. "Faith..." She looked around and noticed several girls staying around them. It was almost like they were looking to them for help. "What..."
"Will's doing a spell. Soon all of us will be Slayers," one of the girls said as she twirled a stake around in her fingers.
"All of you? But..."
"It was your idea, 'B," Faith said as she pointed toward the ledge. "Gotta kill them and we can't do it alone."
Buffy moved toward the ledge and looked over. Down below were hundreds of...creatures. "Why?" she asked as she turned around and came face-to-face with herself.
"To kill me," her double said.
Buffy furrowed her brow and looked toward the ledge again. "Why would I want to kill myself?" she asked.
"Geez, Buffy, are you that stupid?" came a familiar voice.
Buffy turned around to see Dawn standing there. "Dawn? Are...what's going on?" she asked.
"For me to know," Dawn said as she morphed into Joyce. "And for you to find out."
Buffy sat up in the bed with a start, tears stringing her eyes. Having strange dreams was part of being a Slayer, but this one was too real, and too confusing. "Wes?" she said, looking down at him. "I..." She didn't know how to explain what had happened so she laid back down and curled up in his arms. "I had a nightmare..."
As Buffy murmured her love to him, Wesley smiled and kissed the top of her head before nuzzling her temple. Closing his eyes, he lay there with her in the bed. He could feel her slowly relaxing until he could tell that she had finally fallen asleep.
Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off into a light doze. He had never been a heavy sleeper as it was - when he had been a child, he had always wanted to be aware in case his father entered the room to test him, and when he had been at the Watchers Academy, sleeping light had been the main way to keep from having tricks played on you. Of course, when you were in a life where demons were very real and could attack anytime, it was also the only way to stay alive in many situations.
But here and now, he wanted to doze so that if Buffy needed him, he'd be there. She was the most important person in his life. Always would be.
So he dozed a bit, even as his mind continued going over things - Xander's visions, how the Powers had managed to keep them from being lost to the priests on Pylea, what to do to help him. It didn't make for a very restful nap.
And when Buffy suddenly pulled as his arms, he jolted awake to find her already upright, her eyes wet with tears. When she said that she had suffered a nightmare, he immediately reached out to her, enfolding her tightly in his arms. Nightmares. In their line of work, it wasn't surprising. When he did manage to sleep deeply, it seemed that nightmares always came.
But for a Slayer to have a nightmare - he knew how much more that could mean.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, running his hand soothingly through her hair.
Shaking her head, she decided it didn't matter anymore. What happened seemed like a hundred years ago and so much had changed since them. Wesley was no longer the man she loathed, but the man she loved with every ounce of her being. She was sure she even loved him more than she had loved Angel at one time.
"I love you," she whispered before she drifted off to sleep.
"Ready, 'B?"
The voice made Buffy turn around. Faith was standing there, a large weapon in her hand. She blinked, wondering why there were there, and where there was. "Faith..." She looked around and noticed several girls staying around them. It was almost like they were looking to them for help. "What..."
"Will's doing a spell. Soon all of us will be Slayers," one of the girls said as she twirled a stake around in her fingers.
"All of you? But..."
"It was your idea, 'B," Faith said as she pointed toward the ledge. "Gotta kill them and we can't do it alone."
Buffy moved toward the ledge and looked over. Down below were hundreds of...creatures. "Why?" she asked as she turned around and came face-to-face with herself.
"To kill me," her double said.
Buffy furrowed her brow and looked toward the ledge again. "Why would I want to kill myself?" she asked.
"Geez, Buffy, are you that stupid?" came a familiar voice.
Buffy turned around to see Dawn standing there. "Dawn? Are...what's going on?" she asked.
"For me to know," Dawn said as she morphed into Joyce. "And for you to find out."
Buffy sat up in the bed with a start, tears stringing her eyes. Having strange dreams was part of being a Slayer, but this one was too real, and too confusing. "Wes?" she said, looking down at him. "I..." She didn't know how to explain what had happened so she laid back down and curled up in his arms. "I had a nightmare..."
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Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off into a light doze. He had never been a heavy sleeper as it was - when he had been a child, he had always wanted to be aware in case his father entered the room to test him, and when he had been at the Watchers Academy, sleeping light had been the main way to keep from having tricks played on you. Of course, when you were in a life where demons were very real and could attack anytime, it was also the only way to stay alive in many situations.
But here and now, he wanted to doze so that if Buffy needed him, he'd be there. She was the most important person in his life. Always would be.
So he dozed a bit, even as his mind continued going over things - Xander's visions, how the Powers had managed to keep them from being lost to the priests on Pylea, what to do to help him. It didn't make for a very restful nap.
And when Buffy suddenly pulled as his arms, he jolted awake to find her already upright, her eyes wet with tears. When she said that she had suffered a nightmare, he immediately reached out to her, enfolding her tightly in his arms. Nightmares. In their line of work, it wasn't surprising. When he did manage to sleep deeply, it seemed that nightmares always came.
But for a Slayer to have a nightmare - he knew how much more that could mean.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, running his hand soothingly through her hair.
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