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Maybe this was a sign, a sign that I would never be happy. When I was at work all I did was complain about the paperwork, the way people would give me a hard time for not following the book and here I was missing the book. Now here I was in a middle of a crisis where I was completely left to my own devices, was able to do what I wanted to do, do what I felt needed to be done instead of having to consult someone or worry about annoying bureaucracy and instead of appreciating it I was actually missing the bureaucracy, missing it like I missed my flannel pajamas.
Maybe I had changed; maybe I had grown soft with age. Gone where the days when I was a slayer who dreamed of being free of watcher and council and now I was without the hierarchy I almost felt lost. What was wrong with me?
Ok I could do this, all I had to do was go fetch Willow and Dawn and bring them back to the Hyperion. Right, I could do this easy, after all I was Buffy the Chosen One, I mean chosen one of three.. wait chosen one of.. how many of us were there? Well anyway there was a time that I was the chosen one so this task, this simple task of retrieving my sister and best friend should be well within my capability. So why was I so worried.
I arrive at the house after a short cab ride. I try to just act normal and resist the urge to draw my gun, after all I still was not wild about using a gun, I still was not happy that I owned one in the first place.
“Hey Dawn? Willow? Are you here?” I asked as I entered the house.
Maybe I had changed; maybe I had grown soft with age. Gone where the days when I was a slayer who dreamed of being free of watcher and council and now I was without the hierarchy I almost felt lost. What was wrong with me?
Ok I could do this, all I had to do was go fetch Willow and Dawn and bring them back to the Hyperion. Right, I could do this easy, after all I was Buffy the Chosen One, I mean chosen one of three.. wait chosen one of.. how many of us were there? Well anyway there was a time that I was the chosen one so this task, this simple task of retrieving my sister and best friend should be well within my capability. So why was I so worried.
I arrive at the house after a short cab ride. I try to just act normal and resist the urge to draw my gun, after all I still was not wild about using a gun, I still was not happy that I owned one in the first place.
“Hey Dawn? Willow? Are you here?” I asked as I entered the house.