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This story is No. 3 in the series "New Worlds". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy reflects on the life of two slayers at their funeral. Fifty years post-Chosen, non-crossover. Character deaths.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > General(Recent Donor)ElessarNettFR1311,253181,74512 Dec 0912 Dec 09Yes
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon.  I'm just using this as an outlet.

A/N - I wrote this in response to my own life, though obviously not anywhere close to the same circumstances.  This is the same universe as A Whole New World, but the stories are independent of one another.  I admit the story has no real conclusion, but this is intentional.

Yitgadal v'yitkadash shmeh rabbah

"Amen."  How did Buffy know the proper responses?  She'd heard these words too often.  Too many prayers for the dead, in too many faiths.  She had heard them all, every time a slayer died to save the world.  Or more than one, in this case.

B'alma d'hu atid l'it'hadata, ulʼahaya metaya

Was it a good cause?  Yes.  It was a good cause.  An apocalypse - again - this one in Cleveland, at the hellmouth.  As the years had worn on, true apocalypse situations had turned out to be few and far between.  The scoobies had really faced an inordinately large number in Sunnydale.

Ulʼasaka yat'hon l'chayei al'ma

But was it worth the cost?  Yes, they had only lost two slayers - not bad for an apocalypse, all things considered.  But still, it was two too many.  Mother and daughter, leaving their family.

Ulmivne karta dirushlem

Brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, stood in shock.  Yes, they had all known their mother was a slayer.  Yes, they had all known their sister was a slayer.  That didn't make it any easier for anyone.

Uleshakhlala hekhleh b'gavah

Buffy looked up.  There was a tear threatening in Faith's eye.  She had seen too many funerals, too.  Too many deaths of too many slayers.  And the older had been a friend to her, near as close as the scoobies had been for Buffy.  Dawn, too, was crying, wrapped protectively in her husband's arm.

Ulmekar pulhana nukhraʼa m'ara

Shock and tears were spread throughout the motley group.  It was mostly just those who had been present for the apocalypse, and those who could come by portal quickly.  Jewish funerals are held soon after death, and they had held to that tradition in deference to the younger.  The older wouldn't have cared, honestly.

V'laʼatava pulhana dishmaya l'atreh

Slayers and witches, watchers and demons (good and passing ones, that is) stood at the funeral, to celebrate the lives of these two slayers, world saviors.

V'yamlikh kudsha

"Brick hu."  Buffy could still see the raging battle in the darkness of Cleveland in her mind's eye.  Debbie had fought well that night.  Flashes of red hair with burning brown eyes, a sword flailing through vampire after vampire, demon after demon.

B'malkhuteh vikareh

Debbie had been such a quiet, polite girl.  And a beautiful young woman, like her mother had been, back in Sunnydale, though the years had caught up with her.  Her dead mother was much shorter than her - fiercer, dark hair, though the same eyes.  The red hair and height came from the other side.

B'hayekhon uv'yomekhol, uv'khaye dekhol bet Yisrael

Buffy had never really liked her mother, though she'd been close friends with Faith.  And it's not as though Buffy didn't respect her, for all her faults.  Well, she'd never been good enough.  Well, a good enough - make that a great - slayer, but not good enough... you know.

Bʻagala uvizman kariv v'imru

"Amen."  Buffy had to mumble her way through the next line, though.  "Yeh shma haba mavarak.  Lialam lialma elmaya."  Fortunately, most people didn't mangle it so badly, so no one noticed little old Buffy.  Except Faith, of course, who had winked at Buffy as the rabbi had continued - letting the tear slip down her cheek.

Yehe shmeh rabba m'varakh, lʻalam ulʻalme almaya

The rabbi was close.  He did work with the Council, and his wife was a slayer.  His wife, the daughter of the one and the sister of the other.  Sort of.

Yitbarakh v'yishtabakh v'yitpa'ar v'yitromam

Willow was inconsolable.  The one tear on Faith's face, and a few glistening marks that must be on her own, Buffy quietly mused, could never match Willow's unrestrained waterfalls.  Willow was always emotional at funerals.  She blamed herself.  For every single slayer's death.  Every one.  It was her fault, after all.  Her fault that they were all slayers.  Her fault that Faith would never see, and that Buffy would never return to, the peace of the grave.  Or not for a really long time.

V'yitnaseh v'yithadar v'yitʻaleh v'yithalal

And Willow always took deaths like this hard.  At Giles' funeral, she'd been more tearful than Giles' own sister.  She had broken out in hysterics at Xander's funeral.  She had thrown herself at the casket, unable to hold back the tears of pain at the death of her closest friend.

Shmeh d'kudsha

"Brick hu."  Buffy had been barely able to bring Willow back to reality, then.  And only with the soothing touches, the careful consolations of her wife and youngest daughter.

Lʻela min kol birkhata

Her now dead wife and daughter.

V'shirata tushb'hata v'nehemata

Alex, Tara and Alyssa.  Keith, Ian and Natalie.  Three slayers, three watchers.  And Debbie was the baby, the youngest of them.  And, the only one that was biologically both Kennedy's and Willow's. 

Da'amiran be'alma veʼimru

"Amen."  Not to mention the grandchildren that they'd already been given.

Yehe shlama rabba min shmaya, chayim

Of course, the ultimate irony, to Buffy, in all of the children - between the Scoobies' lapsed Catholics, pagans, agnostics and atheists, they had all turned out Conservative Jewish.  Except Natalie and Debbie.

Lanu ul'khol ammo Yisrael veʼimru

"Amen."  One was pagan, the other went Orthodox in college. No points for picking which is which.

Oseh shalom bimromav
Hu ya'aseh shalom aleinu
V'al kol Yisrael, v'imru


Yo'av read the translation, "Magnified and sanctified is God's great name in the world which will be renewed, and where he will give life to the dead and raise them to eternal life, and where he will rebuild Jerusalem and complete his temple there, and uproot foreign worship from the earth, and restore heavenly worship to its position, and the Holy One, blessed be he, reign in his sovereignty and splendor, during your lifetime and during your days, and during the lifetimes of the whole house of Israel, speedily and soon, and say amen.

"May his great name be blessed for now and forever and to all eternity.  Blessed and praised, glorified and exalted, extolled and honored, adored and lauded be the name of the Holy One, blessed be he, above and beyond all blessings, hymns, praises and consolations that are uttered in the world, and say amen.

"May there be abundant peace from heaven, life for for us and for all his people Israel, and say amen.  May he who makes peace in his high places grant peace for us and for all Israel, and say amen."

Buffy looked up, another tear in her eye, as she forced herself to look at the two new headstones.

Maria Kennedy Olivierez
March 26, 1984 - December 13, 2047
Loving wife and mother
She saved the world
Do to others whatever you would have them do to you.
This is the law and the prophets.

Debora Grace Olivierez-Rosenberg
דבורה בת מרים
Tishrei 7, 5783 - Kislev 26, 5808
ואתה יי מגן בּעדי כּבודי ומרים ראשי
But thou, O L-rd, art a shield about me;
my glory, and the lifter of my head.

Buffy looked on, numb, in sadness and silence.

Why?  Why were they taken from their love ones?  Why were they called as slayers?  Why do slayers even exist?  Why... why did Buffy have to care so much?

Why did they have to be taken away?

Buffy wept.

The End

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