**DISCLAIMER** I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. THE CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY THE CREATORS LIKE JOSH WHEDON. I AM JUST A FAN WITH NO RIGHTS TOWARDS ANY OF THE BTVS, ANGEL, OR STARGATE CHARACTERS.
Here we go off to a new world. I know it sounds so dramatic but when you feel like the one place that has been your prison has been erased from the map, you'd feel this way too. Sunnydale our personal Sunny Hell is now a crater. A nice big crater were I can't be dragged back to. The gang and I have our problems but we did not live through seven years together just to give it all up now. God it's been seven years of constant fighting. So many deaths: two of them by me.
Many have come and gone who have changed our lives. Just to name a few: Jesse, Cordelia, Oz, Angel, Jenny Calender, Riley, Spike, Anya, Tara, and my mother Joyce. God how I miss my mother. I sometimes wish she could be here but then I'm glad she didn't see us at our lowest. She wasn't here for all our fights, my second death and subsequent downward spiral after being brought back. Nor was she here to see Willow's addiction, Xander's breakdown right before his wedding, Dawn's stealing, the abandonment of Giles when it felt that we needed him most, and the deaths of those she considered her children like Tara and Anya. Joyce Summers was mother to us all. There when we needed her even when she wasn't physically there and understanding even with our bumps in the road.
Xander knew where to get a warm meal and caring eyes. Willow knew where to get a warm hug and a listening ear. Even Spike knew where to get a cup of hot chocolate and someone to listen to his troubles when everyone thought of him as a soulless, emotionless monster. Each and everyone, whether here for a minute or years, was affected by her grand heart.
At times it seemed that had she been here we wouldn't have done all the things we are now ashamed to say we did. Willow would seek help because she always wanted Joyce to be proud of her. Xander would have felt comfortable saying what was troubling him. Dawn would have always known that she was loved and not a burden. Tara wouldn't have had to take care of everyone. Anya would have had help with her wedding dreams. Giles would have had someone his age who understood his feelings as the parent of our group. She would have seen right though my fake smiles and 'everything is fine' face.
But then again Tara couldn't handle it all alone and she was amazing. Had it not been for Tara I don't know if we would have survived it all. She was a godsend. Mother to Dawn, understanding friend to Anya, everything we needed her to be even when there were problems between her and Willow. She took up the mother figure torch and held it up high even when we wouldn't help her stand. My mother would have been so proud.
Now here we are on a big yellow bus driving away from the place with so many memories of those who have gone. But I know in my heart that no matter were we go they will always be in our hearts reminding us of the good memories and the reason for fighting.