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Disclaimer: I own no Buffy, Joss owns ze Buffy, I'm just borowing ze Buffy to Slay ze boredome.

Out of the Hellmouth...
Chapter 9: And Into Realizations and Ressurections


"Hey," said Buffy in a rather small voice when Dawn came into the kitchen the next morning. Hanging her head down so that her brown hair was completely covering her face, Dawn headed straight for the aspirin, "Head-ache?"
"Hangover," she replied briskly.

"Lovely."

Dawn downed two the the pain killers and drank from the faucet to wash them down before turning back to her sister and looking her over closely, "Okay; what the hell is going on?" she finally asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Buffy, trying to play innocet but, as usual, not pulling it off verry well.

"You keep on giving me that look, like the one you used to give me when you found out I was the key," she said, calmly but with a trace of fear in her voice, "It's your 'Dawn dosn't know something that could give her a serious case of deadness' look. So fess up."

Buffy sighed and closed her eyes. She knew sooner or later she'd have to tell Dawn, and that Dawn, being intuative and prone to eaves dropping, would know something was wrong. Still, part of her had hoped ignoring the problem would make it all just go away, however, just like usual, it didn't.

"Well...a couple of days ago, when we were researching, we think we figured out who the Vessle is."

"And all signs point to me," said Dawn, guessing what her sister would say and sitting down at the counter. She sighed and looked right into her sister's eyes, looking extremely...tired. The kind of tired Buffy had hoped Dawn would never be "Buffy...I don't know if I can do this again."

"I know Dawnie," cooed Buffy, wrapping an arm around her sister and kissing your forehead, "And if I could make things all better I would, but it's not that simple."

"I know."


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"Escuse me," said a woman, looking increaibly dishevled and bloody, as she walked up to a man in a rode side store, "I don't really have any money with me, but I was wondering if I could have some water."
"Um...sure," said the man, not really knowing what else to say as he rushed to get her some water.

"Do you know the date?" she asked, taking a sip.

"November 20th."

She stayed silent for a minute, as if thinking, "And the year?"

"2003."

The woman seemed to take a sharp intake of breath, as her eyes widened.

"Would you like some money or something."

"That would actually be great," she said with a small, sad, smile, still looking utterly shocked.


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"So Dawn knows?" asked Xander, looking extremely pale as he sat next to Anya in Angel's office. Anya's hand bared down on Xander's just to keep him from randomly jumping to his feet and pacing untill he finally punched something, which is how her husband usually delt with stress.
"Yeah, Dawn knows."

"Is she okay?" asked Fred, ever the maternal and caring despite not having known the girl that long.

"I think so."

"Are you okay, B?" Faith asked, sounding uncharachteristically concerned.

Buffy seemed to ponder this for a moment, and after taking a very long sigh she replied with the only truth she come across in the jumble of thoughts she was having, "I honestly have no idea."

Just then, Andrew ran into the room, eyes wide, looking extremely pale. Everyone stared at him expectantly, and after a few moments he finally regaind his powers of speech, "I think you need to see this."

Everyone followed Andrew into the main hallway and when the all saw what had made him so thoroughly shocked, the Scoobies all had a similar reaction.

"Oh my God..." whispered Buffy.

"Oh my God," said Xander.

"Oh my Goddess!" yelled Willow, and the spell on everyone seemed to break as they turned to look at Willow.

Meanwhile, the red-headed Wicca had bounded down the stairs and reached what all the fuss was about, "Tara?" she whispered, a smile beginning to form on her face.

"Hey..." said Tara, that was all she could say. The truth was she had no idea how three years had passed other than the knowlege that she must have disapeared or died, but it didn't matter, because they were both there. Willow automatically forgot all the pain and the sorrow and the grief induced insanity, and just to prove to herself that it was real she grabbed Tara and pulled her towards her, holding on for dear life.

Within moments everyone who had been friends with Tara were joining in the hug. Tara, slowly wiping away a few days gathered the power to speak: "Guys, this is really sweet...but I kinda prefered the one on one hug for the moment."


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Kendey was attacking the punching bag in the Wolfram & Hart gym, litterally attacking it. Faith seriously wondered how long it was going to hold up, "Ken!" she yelled to her fellow slayer, "Calm the hell down!"
"I loved her Goddamnit! What the fuck was I? I replacement?" she screamed as she continued to beat down the bag.

"Well...yeah," said Faith truthfully, causing Kenedy to stop her onslaught and look to her friend in disbelief, "You were dating a girl who's lover had just died. Did you really expect not to be rebound girl?"

"No...I expected to," she answered, finally calming down and walking over to Faith's side, "I just hoped it would turn into something more. But it never got a chance to 'cause first she dumped me, and now--"

"Glinda the Good Witch is back," finished Faith, "And your hurtin', but you can't possibly be that upset that a good, sweet person, who was thought to be lost is suddenly back! If you really love Red you'd be happy she has her girl back."

"I know, you're right: Which is an odd condition for you to be in. When did you get smart or wise?"

"Hey Bitch, you lookin' for a concussion," Faith snapped back, slapping the top of Kenedy's head.

"Okay, that's the disposition I was looking for," Kenedy grinned before heading back to the punching bag, "I have a little tension left to deal with..."

"As long as you're stickin' with the punching bag and not anything a little more lively, I'm cool. Later Brat."


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"Well...say something..." said Willow nervously. She had just told Tara everything: how she died, how Willow reacted, Warren's death, Xander saving her, the battle with the first: everything. Tara was sitting there on Willow's bed completely speechless and Willow was very frightened by what her reaction might be.
"You dated someone else?" Tara finally asked, causing Willow to burst out laughing before sitting next to her newly re-found soulmate on the bed and threw her arms around her.

"You're perfect."

"You've spent so much time greiving you've forgotten all my major personality flaws," said Tara with a small smirk before returning the hug and breathing in Willow.

"Well, you're tendency to be a know-it-all is already coming back to me," said Willow before gently kissing Tara and pulling her on the bed, "But smart girls are sexy."

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"I can't believe Glinda's back," said Spike as he inhaled the smoke out of his ever present ciggarette. He and Dawn sat on the creeking matress in his basement residence. She tolled him all that had happened in the past few days as she did rutinely when she visited and then they just sat there for moment.

"Yeah. It's super weird. It's almost as if it never happend, you know? No shooting, no super-crazed Will, no dead Warren. I feel like it's two years ago. I'm not really sure I feel about that."

"Damn. Guess that means I don't have a soul anymore," said Spike with his trademark smirk as he took a drag from theciggarette which always seemed to be in his hand.

"Yep. Looks like you'll just have to start killing people again."

"I'm sure that'll go over real well..."

"Well...it'll make Angel and Xander really happy," she said with a smile. The laughed for a minute before falling into silence again.

"Any chance I can bum a cancer-stick?" Dawn asked, "Or will you go all protective vampire/bigbrothery on me?"

"It's not good for you Nibblet, you aren't dead."

"Oh yeah, and I'm sure the secound-hand I've accumilated from you over the years has been great for my lungs! Give me a damn ciggarette, Spike." With mild hesidency Spike handed her a ciggarette.

"Light." The lighter flipped open and the flame momentarily brightened the dark room. "So are there no cripts in Los Angelus? Because your old place was so very much cooler than this dump."

"Hey! I like this dump!" Dawn rose her eyebrows disbelievingly before taking another drag. "I do!" Spike exclaimed again.

"You want to know what one of the first things Tara said to me was yesterday?" said Dawn, getting up from the bed and pacing room, suddenly looking more than slightly miffed, " 'Spike and Buffy finally got together and then he was stupid enough to leave?'"

Spike scoffed and became oddly interested in his feet, "Blonde always was smarter than she let on."

"She was the only one besides me back in Sunnydale that ever liked you," Dawn responded, taking another drag and rolling her eyes.

"Like I said: smart."


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"Are you sure that it's Dawn?" asked Tara as she sat in Willow's room, reading the research they've done over the Vessal so far, "I mean, I know it seems like it's her, but it just seems...wrong somehow."
Willow sank down on to the bed, looking over Tara's shoulder at the book that was layed out infront of her, "You know, I actually thought the same thing. But there really isn't any other explanation."

"She really can't catch a break, can she?"

Willow laughed as she pushed a strand of hair out of Tara's face, "You're adorable. You've been alive again for two days and you're more concerned about Dawn than yourself."

"I'm alive; what's there to be concerned about?" asked Tara as she closed the book and focussed on her girlfriend, "I'm more concerend about you."

Willow frowned slighty, "I thought you said you didn't care about my post-shooting flip out."

"I just want to know if you're okay."

The frown immeadiatly reverted back to a smile, "You're back: how could I possibly not be okay?" The two shared a small lovely kiss before lying back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. There was a comfortable silence, as if no words really needed to be spoken, and after a moment Willow intwined her fingers with Tara's.

"So...who's gonna track down Spike and tell him what a complete moron he's being?" asked Tara, breaking the silence.

"You do realize you've killed the mood, correct?" asked Willow as she grinned at Tara's determinedness.

"There'll be time for moods later Will! Buffy and Spike are good for eachother! This is almost as unescusable as when Xander and Anya didn't go through with their first wedding!"

"Okay, okay. What's your plan?"





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