: Buffy & Co. belong to Joss & Co. Not mine, making no money.A/N
: Some lines verbatim from "End of Days" and "Chosen"
Buffy covered her ears as the extremely heavy metal door that she had just kicked in made an extremely loud clanging noise as it settled down the stairs into the crypt. She looked at Willow, Faith, and Spike, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "Oops?" They all sighed and turned to the door.
Once they had all walked down the steps into the crypt, Faith looked around and asked, "Damn, I wonder how long these torches been lit?" They all shook their heads, and then they heard another voice.
"I'd forgotten how young you would be," they heard as an elderly lady stepped out from behind a curtain. She looked at all of them, said, "Two?" and shook her head.
"Who are you?" Buffy asked.
"One of many," the lady said. "Well, now I'm alone."
"Are you a ghost?" Faith asked, her eyebrows arched.
"No, I'm very real, just...Let's put it this way. I look good
for my age." She smiled and held out her hands, looking at the Scythe. After looking at Willow and Faith, Buffy put the Scythe in her arms. "You pulled this from the rock, but I put it there."
"What is it?" Buffy asked.
"A weapon... a scythe. Forged in secrecy for one like you who... I'm sorry, what was your name?"
"I'm Buffy, and this is Faith."
The woman smirked. "No, really..." Seeing them both nod, she shrugged her shoulders. "We kept this hidden from the Shadow Men."
Buffy nodded. "Met them, can't say that I liked them all this much."
"The Shadowmen became the Watchers, and watched the Slayers, but we, the Guardians, watched them..." The Guardian trailed off as Willow spoke up.
"I'm sorry to interrrupt you, but we're fighting off the first, and from what the Shadowmen told Buffy, they've got a whole lot of these Turok-han, and they're trying to open the Hellmouth, and could we be talking about how we can beat them instead of going down history lane?" Willow then took a breath and said, "Thicken
" while Buffy and Faith decapitated the ten vampires that had crept into the crypt while they had been talking.
"I think we could accomodate you," The Guardian said, as Angel made his way down the steps.
Buffy hugged Angel tightly. "I'm sorry you lost the coin toss to Spike. But now I need you to back me up. If we - lose, this is going to go global, fast, and we're going to need a second front. Be that in L.A." She turned away as he melted into the night.
When he was gone, she grabbed Willow and dragged her to her room. When they got there, she closed the door, faced her, and took Willow's hands in her own. "Will, I believe in you. You can do this." She smiled, and took her best friend into her arms. "More than that, I love you, Will. I couldn't have made it without you, warts and all."
Willow gave a nervous smile. "I love you too, Buffy."
"And we're going to do this before we go down. We don't have to sacrifice anyone to gain just a few minutes." She leaned back, squeezed Willow's hands, and went downstairs.
She came up to where Xander, Giles, Andrew, and Robin were standing together. "Your jobs are going to be protecting the Potentials until Willow does her mojo." She looked at each of them. "Now everyone needs to get some sleep."
"These guys are dust!"
"I could get used to this!"
"I can feel my soul, Buffy, it's really there....kinda stings."
"Hold the line!"
"Everybody out, now!"
"I love you."
"No, you don't, but thanks for sayin' it."
Buffy looked up. Time to go. At full Slayer speed, she sprinted up the steps, reaching the roof just as the center of the building started to collapse. She immediately turned and started running for the edge, hurdling the edge and landing on the next roof over, just behind the bus, and just ahead of the collapse. After three buildings, she jumped, the Scythe held in front of her until it pierced the roof of the bus, and held on until they passed the city limits. As the Bus ground to a halt, she pulled the Scythe loose, and dropped to the ground, to be caught in a three-way hug between Dawn, Willow, and Xander. She hugged and cried, until she felt a hand tap her shoulder. Looking up, she saw Giles with a small smile gracing his features.
"Buffy, thanks to you, we seemed to have gotten through this with no fatalities. Everyone came out."
He was surprised at her frown. "Almost everyone, Giles." She looked straight at him. "Giles, Spike gave everything so that the rest of us could get out."
Giles looked down, ashamed. "I was wrong about him, Buffy. Can you forgive me?" Buffy was about to answer when Willow spoke up.
"I can feel them, Buffy. Hundreds, maybe thousands of Slayers that we've awakened." She hugged her a little tighter. "We need to find them and help them out."
Buffy simply turned and smiled at her family.