DISCLAIMA': Not miiine! I shout this from the rooftops! They're all Joss' and the WB's (for how much longer?! I hope..long..erg..) and Fox's..mmrrf. Oh yes, and the Call of the Wild belongs to Jack London (I was thinking about the dialogue used in 'Beauty and the Beasts' and went "Oooh..")
SPOILERS: Well. Hmm. Weeeeks after "The Body" Buffy has total meltdown. (What else does the Kim write..? Oh right. Buffy's thoughts about melting down..) I suppose stuff for B/A, like "Anne". But uh, nothing other then what happened in the Body. Seen the Body and at least one Buffy/Angel episode? You're cool! (For the love of Joss, I hope all have seen at least *one*!)
SUMMARY: Right. Buffy's looking in the mirror and she doesn't like what she sees. Kind of like "The Yoko Factor" 'cept no one noticed but me! ....
RATING: PG/PG-13-y. Depends on how hot and bothered you get for mysterious guests.

Eyes wide with tears that ran down puffy red cheeks, she leaned her forehead against the glass of the mirror. Her hands were pressed firmly to it, fingers outstretched while she tried to choke back all the tears that fell to the white tile, drowning anyway. Gone...

Buffy rose to her feet again, hands clenching and unclenching before finally ramming the right one into the mirror. The glass shattered around her, blood staining the floor and the shards rained on her bare feet.

Be strong...

Dawn's not home. Where was she again? Can't let her be alone, Glory's coming everyday...

Out of the bathroom she darted and stopped in the hallway. Mom's room, just down the hall, find the answers you want there - her room always had them.

Dawn would come back.

She covered her bleeding hand with the unmarred one and slowly moved towards her Mother's room. She stood at the entrance, eyes raking over the cleanliness of it and how everything was neatly put away except for that blouse on the bed...

She was going to go out with Brian again that night, she must have been setting out what to wear. She didn't want to seem old but she wasn't old. She was taken away too young...

The door slammed shut downstairs and Buffy closed the one she was behind. No more tears, tears were for the weak. Head hung low, defeated almost she turned and hit the form that had been standing behind her all along. Listening then watching, worried all the while...

She buried herself in his embrace, sighing. Home.

"How did you find me here?"

He didn't say anything, just stroked her darkened blonde hair and eventually, he brought her down the stairs.

//Night came on and a full moon rose high over the trees lighting the land to let light bathe in ghostly day/Faithfulness and devotion/Things born of fire and roof/And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active and from the depths of a forest/A call still sounded...//

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