Chaos reigned on the small school bus, injured slayers slumped in seats, Andrew gazed out the window, the desert flying past him but remaining unseen as he wondered in bewildered confusion how he’d managed to get out alive. The less badly injured tended to those in need of medical treatment. As Rona slumped in her

The evening passed, although neither Willow nor Tara noticed the fleeing hours. They had remained in each others arms, on the floor behind the door for almost four hours. Neither one acknowledged the screaming pains in their legs and feet from sitting in the same positions for so long. Silence fell over the house and

Tara stood in the near silent hall outside her bedroom. Inside she could hear Willows breathing, slightly laboured as though she were fighting tears. The sound chilled her heart and she fought to suppress her own sadness. She knew the stifled tears were her doing and the thought that she had caused Willow pain broke

Tara dropped her hand only inches from Willows cheek and she turned towards the window. The glorious early morning sunshine that had punctuated their impending violent outbreak had suddenly vanished, replaced instead with an eerie, storm like darkness that sent shivers down her spine as she rested her hand on the cool glass. Behind her,

The undeniable sound of chaos filled the Summers’ home; those potentials that hadn’t retreated into themselves were yelling, crying or generally having some degree of hysterical reaction, not only to Faiths injury but also to the disappearance of their leader.   In the comparative calm of Faiths bedroom, Willow and Tara were tending to her

Darkness surrounded them, filling the potentials with doubt and fear as they followed Buffy, Faith and Tara through the woods. “Why are we tip-toeing around like a bunch of scared girls?” Kennedy asked loudly, making more than a few of the potentials jump noticeably. Turning as one fluid unit, the leaders of the group hushed

Pacing the overly bright corridor, Faith felt the familiar bubble of confinement filling her once more. After serving her time in jail, she was glad to be free to come and go as she pleased but sitting in a hospital waiting for the next big event was starting to remind her of prison. Willow had

As Buffy slammed the front door loudly behind her, Tara and the potentials assembled in the back yard, all except one. From her bedroom overlooking the yard, Kennedy watched as Tara guided the potentials through a gentle warm up, each one responding to her guidance immediately. Gritting her teeth as Tara rushed to aid Louise,

Tara sat heavily on her bed and gazed out of the window. High in the night sky, the full moon shone down across Sunnydale and lit her room in a warm, peaceful glow. Hugging a pillow to her chest, she inhaled deeply, the warm scent of Willow filling her nose and making her smile. A