The Doctor and I stood on the rooftop of our now-former apartment building.
It had been two weeks since Dawn.
After the Doctor and I had left the cemetery that horrible morning, Faith and Jack had gone back, dug her body out of the rubble and we had given her a proper service.
And now it was time to go.
I had fully meant what I said about being done with the Slayer world.
So that’s how we found ourselves standing on the rooftop of our former building, in front of the TARDIS, saying goodbyes to everyone.
“Willow…I don’t have to tell you--” I started.
“I won’t. I swear. I learned my lesson the last time. Dawn deserves to rest peacefully.” she said, quietly.
I walked over and pulled Faith into a tight hug. “It’s all yours now. After I leave, you are officially the head Slayer.”
“Aw, B. You always know the right words to say.” she joked.
I pulled out of the hug, walked into the TARDIS, grabbed something and walked back out, over to Faith.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I said.
“You’re not going to push me off or something, right?” she asked.
I glared and she put her hands up defensively. “Alright alright. I’ll play along.” she said, closing her eyes and laying out her hands.
I gently set the scythe in her grip and her eyes shot open, immediately feeling the power in it.
“B…no. I can’t.” she protested.
“Yes, you can. You’re a Slayer. This belongs to you just as much as it did to me. I’ve had my turn wielding it…it’s your turn now.”
She dropped the scythe down and pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank you.”
The Doctor and I spent another few minutes saying our goodbyes to my family.
I closed the doors to the TARDIS as he bounced up to the console area.
“Where to, my love?” he asked, slightly chipper.
I knew that he was every bit as sad about Dawn's premature death as the rest of the gang but his semi-bright attitude was irritating me.
I knew that his brightness was nothing to do with Dawn herself. It had everything to do with not being grounded anymore. I chose not to say anything though. At this point, there was no need for an argument.
I walked up the small stair way and stood next to him, placing my hand on the lever.
“Anywhere away from here.”
I flipped the switch and we dematerialized.