Only the Daydream is mine. The Buffy characters belong to Joss and ME.
This is what I imagine happened after the final scene in Chosen.
Could I have this Dance?
The slow bus ride away from the hole that was once Sunnydale was quiet. Most of them had fallen asleep, lulled by the steady hum of the motor.
Buffy couldn't sleep. All she could do was think about what lay before her. A life of normalcy. How was she going to do that? She hadn't had a normal life since she had been called.
She tried not to think about her last few moments with Spike, it was too hard and there would be time for that later, in private. She couldn't let herself cry for fear that it would never stop, and she didn't feel like explaining or defending her explanations. She just sat looking out the window. Dawn had fallen asleep, her head in Buffy's lap.
Xander had played back-seat driver a little too long and Giles had sent him to the back of the bus. Every now and then Buffy could hear him. He had loved Anya. Losing her, really losing her, was going to be hard on him. The further away from Sunnydale they got, the more it seemed to sink in.
Faith kept vigil over Wood. Maybe she had changed. Only time would tell. She seemed genuinely concerned for him.
As the bus pulled to a stop its occupants began to move. Slowly. Soon everyone was out stretching their legs, emptying bladders, and going to the soda fountain to refill them. That junk food isle had no chance of survival. After all had blood circulating again, but before their sugar rush could kick in, Giles gathered them around a small area with picnic tables for a meeting. Decisions had to be made and he didn't want to make them alone.
Could I have this Dance?
The slow bus ride away from the hole that was once Sunnydale was quiet. Most of them had fallen asleep, lulled by the steady hum of the motor.
Buffy couldn't sleep. All she could do was think about what lay before her. A life of normalcy. How was she going to do that? She hadn't had a normal life since she had been called.
She tried not to think about her last few moments with Spike, it was too hard and there would be time for that later, in private. She couldn't let herself cry for fear that it would never stop, and she didn't feel like explaining or defending her explanations. She just sat looking out the window. Dawn had fallen asleep, her head in Buffy's lap.
Xander had played back-seat driver a little too long and Giles had sent him to the back of the bus. Every now and then Buffy could hear him. He had loved Anya. Losing her, really losing her, was going to be hard on him. The further away from Sunnydale they got, the more it seemed to sink in.
Faith kept vigil over Wood. Maybe she had changed. Only time would tell. She seemed genuinely concerned for him.
As the bus pulled to a stop its occupants began to move. Slowly. Soon everyone was out stretching their legs, emptying bladders, and going to the soda fountain to refill them. That junk food isle had no chance of survival. After all had blood circulating again, but before their sugar rush could kick in, Giles gathered them around a small area with picnic tables for a meeting. Decisions had to be made and he didn't want to make them alone.