After classes Dawn went straight to Anya’s shop and the two of them spent the hours discussing college and business things until it was time to close up and go home to make the house warm and welcoming before dinner.

Wesley got home every evening at 6 pm sharp. The new headquarters for the Watchers Council were only a 30 minute walk away and he enjoyed his time alone almost as much as he enjoyed coming home to wonderful smells of favorite American dishes or amusing attempts at classic English ones.

Wesley helped Dawn with her Latin- which he was pleased to see she was rather adept at- and Anya helped with Economics- which she was dismayed to see how biased against communism it was.

After an evening of tea (for Wesley), homework (for Dawn), and check book balancing (for Anya) by the fire, they each went to their separate rooms with a kiss.

Hours later the three were cuddled up in Wesley’s bed fighting over covers and who had the coldest feet.

Because even after all this time there were still nightmares of dead friends and the dead lives the three of them once lived ages ago half way around the world in a now infamous town called Sunnydale.

Wesley made breakfast every morning. Large, elaborate meals that, except for the one time, did **not** contain eggs smothered in **anything**.

By 7:30 Wesley left for work and Anya left for her shop. Dawn finished the breakfast dishes and got ready for school, saying goodbye to the picture on the mantel before she left.

Wesley worked a little too hard. Anya talked a little too much. Dawn stressed a little over getting everything just right all the time.

You’d never know the death they’d seen or that they were the last of Sunnydale where The Wars had begun.

Inside their house you’d never know The Wars had taken place or that the pretty girl in the picture on the mantle was Buffy.