Buffy and Firefly both belong to Joss. I'm playing with his toys. Also, the poetry is from The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot
.A penny for the Old Guy
Dawn looked at what was left of her family.
“So that’s it. We lost.”
The words fell like lead into the suddenly thick silence. You could practically hear them sinking to the floor and hitting it with a thud.
“We lost,” she echoed sadly, her voice cracking.
So many apocalypses averted. But the problem was, there was always one more. They’d always known that sooner or later, the inevitable would happen. Someday there would be that one they couldn’t stop. That someday had finally arrived.Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
It was just luck that there were any of them left to see it. Giles had died long ago, brought down by Twilight. Angel had fallen a few decades after. Xander had been as surprised as anyone else that he lived to die of old age. (And in his bed, no less.) Other Slayers came and went, of course. But Buffy, Willow, Dawn and Spike were still here. None of them mortal in the normal sense of the word, and none of them able to walk away from the fight.
Except this fight was all but over. And they’d lost.This is the dead land
This is the cactus land
Buffy looked up.
“Tell the governments the bad news. They’ve had the contingency plans ready for months. They need to implement them. Now.”
No one spoke, but one of the junior Slayers moved toward the comm center. None of them could avoid hearing her words, or the words of the other Slayer who had been appointed as the Beijing liason since she could speak Mandarin.
The evacuations would begin immediately, but even so, they probably wouldn’t move fast enough. People were going to die. And those who didn’t die here on Earth, well they were in for a long haul on the generation ships. Most wouldn’t live to see their new worlds. By the time humanity arrived and started the slow task of terraforming, Earth would be only a memory- and one that would be unpleasant enough that hopefully no one would want to remember.
Because this was a one-way exodus. Return to Earth would be forbidden. For all time.This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
“Somehow I never believed it would come to this,” Willow said softly. “We’ve pulled out a win so many times, I thought we’d manage it this time too.”
“Let it go, Red,” Spike told her gruffly. “Besides, we’re the rear guard. Chances are, we go out fighting.”
“No,” Buffy said, suddenly. “I’m changing the contingency plan. Our part of it, at least.”
Three sets of shocked, but hopeful eyes turned to her.
“Leaving the demons a planet they can have free reign over is not a viable long-term solution. Sooner or later, they’ll come after us. And then we’ll just be fighting this battle all over again. No one’s supposed to return after the Evacuation, right?”
At their nods, she smiled coldly. It was a look that had made countless Big Bads over the centuries quail in fear.
“Let’s make sure that even if they do, they won’t find anything.”
“What do you have in mind?” Spike asked. “Not that I’m complaining, because I wasn’t really looking forward to the whole noble sacrifice thing, but how exactly can we stop the Old Ones?”
“Simple,” Buffy replied. “The nuclear arsenals of the world aren’t on the evacuation plan. We’ve always been told there are enough nukes to blow up the planet several times.”
“You know, Slayer, most people would have settled for ‘last one out, turn off the lights’,” Spike grinned.
“I’m just a girl whose job is to solve demon problems. I figure no planet, no problem.”