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Summary; a little goodbye fic, I'm not religious but I really miss Joyce and I wanted to give Buff and Dawn some comfort.
Timeline; season 5
Rating; R
WHERE?
"Where is she Angel? Where did she go?" Buffy gazed at her mother's grave, the answers nowhere to be found. She killed the forces of evil, she'd sacrificed her life for her duty, she'd even died to protect the innocent. All for what? Was this her reward? She struggled to make sense of a world where the good suffered and the guilty thrived. Surely it wasn't supposed to be this way?
She fell to her knees and began screaming to the sky.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! BRING HER BACK! YOU BASTARD! BRING HER BACK! I EARNED IT! I NEED HER! DAWN NEEDS HER! WE CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT HER! BRING HER BACK YOU MOTHERFUCKER, BRING HER BACK!"
She fell on all fours and sobbed, quietly. "Bring her back you motherfucker, what more do you want from me? Bring her back, she never hurt you, she never hurt anyone, please bring her back. Dawn needs her, she's just a baby, she 's just a child, she can't go on without her, neither can I, you bastard, please bring her back, please...please..."
Angel took her in his arms.
"I want my mother back, I have to see her again, I can't bear to lose her, where is she Angel, where did she go?"
He reached around her neck and grasped her necklace as tightly as he could. The pain hit him in great waves, lancing up his arms, spreading to every corner of his being. He rode it, refusing to submit, absorbing it, denying it even as the acrid smell of his martyred flesh reached his nostrils, the horribly familiar stench of burning pork. With every jolt he grasped it tighter and tighter until Buffy's frenzied fingers prized it from his fist with every ounce of Slayer strength she possessed. He collapsed in a heap fighting the urge to pass out, rejecting the comforting, numbing, unconsciousness which beckoned so seductively. By this time of se sse she was screeching with all her might.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
He opened his palm, letting her see the mark burned there, so clear even amongst the scarring and seared skin. He raised it to her eye level then placed his hand in hers, letting her run her fingertips over the pattern branded into his palm. He bent down slowly and carefully picked up her silver cross by the chain, delicately restoring it to her. She curled her fingers around it, inspecting it closely. When he spoke it was so softly he could still hear her heart pounding in her chest.
"She's with him, Buffy. Forever".
She understood, at last. She understood as he took her in his arms again. She cried, the tears running down his arm and soothing the throbbing pain in his palm. She grasped tightly to her necklace unwilling to let go of the proof she held in her hand.
And she knew. She knew that there was purpose, design and life beyond.
Vampires feared the cross.
Vampires feared the bible and the holy water.
On Christmas day 1998, it had snowed in Sunnydale, California.
And one day, though it might be century hence, she and Dawn would be with their mother again. And rest in her arms, forever.
Timeline; season 5
Rating; R
WHERE?
"Where is she Angel? Where did she go?" Buffy gazed at her mother's grave, the answers nowhere to be found. She killed the forces of evil, she'd sacrificed her life for her duty, she'd even died to protect the innocent. All for what? Was this her reward? She struggled to make sense of a world where the good suffered and the guilty thrived. Surely it wasn't supposed to be this way?
She fell to her knees and began screaming to the sky.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! BRING HER BACK! YOU BASTARD! BRING HER BACK! I EARNED IT! I NEED HER! DAWN NEEDS HER! WE CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT HER! BRING HER BACK YOU MOTHERFUCKER, BRING HER BACK!"
She fell on all fours and sobbed, quietly. "Bring her back you motherfucker, what more do you want from me? Bring her back, she never hurt you, she never hurt anyone, please bring her back. Dawn needs her, she's just a baby, she 's just a child, she can't go on without her, neither can I, you bastard, please bring her back, please...please..."
Angel took her in his arms.
"I want my mother back, I have to see her again, I can't bear to lose her, where is she Angel, where did she go?"
He reached around her neck and grasped her necklace as tightly as he could. The pain hit him in great waves, lancing up his arms, spreading to every corner of his being. He rode it, refusing to submit, absorbing it, denying it even as the acrid smell of his martyred flesh reached his nostrils, the horribly familiar stench of burning pork. With every jolt he grasped it tighter and tighter until Buffy's frenzied fingers prized it from his fist with every ounce of Slayer strength she possessed. He collapsed in a heap fighting the urge to pass out, rejecting the comforting, numbing, unconsciousness which beckoned so seductively. By this time of se sse she was screeching with all her might.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
He opened his palm, letting her see the mark burned there, so clear even amongst the scarring and seared skin. He raised it to her eye level then placed his hand in hers, letting her run her fingertips over the pattern branded into his palm. He bent down slowly and carefully picked up her silver cross by the chain, delicately restoring it to her. She curled her fingers around it, inspecting it closely. When he spoke it was so softly he could still hear her heart pounding in her chest.
"She's with him, Buffy. Forever".
She understood, at last. She understood as he took her in his arms again. She cried, the tears running down his arm and soothing the throbbing pain in his palm. She grasped tightly to her necklace unwilling to let go of the proof she held in her hand.
And she knew. She knew that there was purpose, design and life beyond.
Vampires feared the cross.
Vampires feared the bible and the holy water.
On Christmas day 1998, it had snowed in Sunnydale, California.
And one day, though it might be century hence, she and Dawn would be with their mother again. And rest in her arms, forever.