fear the plot bunny.

[holli]

The idea for this just kinda hit me. Post-"Chosen," Faith POV (for now), not nearly as sniffle-inducing as "Four Ghosts." This is just Part 1-- I think I'm gonna jump around a bit to get all the angles.



Baggage

We left Sunnydale with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Also the weapons in our hands, but the axe you kicked Ubervamp ass with isn't something to get all misty-eyed about, you know?

Well, Buffy might. She has a cooler axe.

Anyway, like I was saying, when we got out of that town we didn't have a thing to remember it by. It wasn't any big deal for me-- I hadn't had time to get much in the way of worldly posessions since Wes busted me out. For most of the girls, they were leaving behind sleeping bags and a few changes of clothes. Nothing to write home about, since their homes weren't big craters. But I was worried about the Scoobies. They'd lost it all.

Buffy and Xander and Will didn't seem to want to talk about it. B hardly cared; she just sat on the bus with this secret little smile like the whole world was waiting for her, which technically I guess it was. Willow didn't seem to realize what she was leaving behind. And the shock set in pretty quick for poor Xander, so he wasn't talking much.

But Dawn was.

"I just-- all my diaries are gone, you know? The ones I didn't set on fire, anyway." I raised an eyebrow at that. "Long story. But I can't believe it-- all my photo albums are gone, all my books. All Mom's stuff, all of Buffy's things. Our house. Mom's grave." She started looking dangerously teary-eyed at that thought. "Oh, god, Mom's grave..."

I jumped in to prevent bad weepiness. "Just think of that hole as your memorial. All the people that died in Sunnydale-- they've got something freaking huge to be remembered by, right?" I think it did some good-- either that, or she picked up on the fact that I did not feel prepared to deal with blubbering teen.

At the first rest stop we came to, I bought her a little spiral notebook and a couple pens. I thought maybe it would help, if she had something to carry. If we weren't all traveling so light.



I think the voice gets lost a little towards the end, and I don't know if I'm making the point I want to make. Maybe it'll get clearer as I go on.

Comments

[amchau.livejournal.com]

I like it, Holli. I think you should keep going, see where it leads.