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    You Do NOT Get to Say Her Name

    “Erm, Buffy?” he asked. “Why is there a dead dog in the hall?”

    Buffy looked up at him sadly. “He saved me Giles, he attacked the freaky preacher and when I managed to crawl out of where I fell, I saw him lying there all bloodied and bruised, I thought that he was dead but this preacher guy leapt on me, trying to get the scythe and the dog leapt up and attacked him.”

    Giles looked questioningly at her but let her continue.

    “The preacher guy got a hit in on me and I went down, when I came to, the dog had dragged me all the way home. He gave us hope!” she finished sadly.

    “We should really bury him or something.” Willow said sadly.

    Buffy nodded and got to her feet. “A proper hero’s funeral!” she confirmed and gestured for Tara to carry the dog into the yard.

    Later that night, with all the potentials in their rooms contemplating the trials that the following day would hold, Willow, Buffy, Tara, Faith and Xander sat around the table in the dining room. The only sounds were the distant chattering of the potentials and the rumbling of the storm that threatened to explode across the skyline.

    Giles stepped into the dining room carrying a large tray, on which sat a bottle of white wine and five glasses.

    “Is this really appropriate?” he asked as he set the tray in the middle of the table.

    “Yes!” Buffy said firmly. “He might have been just a dog to you, but he gave me hope, he saved me!”

    Giles sighed, he knew that Buffy was right and yet he was still a little unsure that drinking the night before a fight to the death was a wise move.

    Looking at Buffy, he saw the tiredness and strength in her eyes and instantly knew that she was right. Without further argument, he fetched the corkscrew from the cabinet and opened the bottle. Pouring each assembled Scooby a glass of wine he took a seat next to Tara and gazed at the beverage.

    Suddenly Buffy got to her feet. “That dog taught me something today!” she said, making the others jump slightly. “No matter what happens, love and unconditional love win.” She looked towards Willow and Tara in turn and frowned slightly when she realised they weren’t sitting right next to each other has they had been ever since Tara had returned.

    “He showed me that natural instincts are the most important thing we have and that if we trust and follow them, then we can win this.”

    The others smiled wearily and some nodded in agreement.

    “But most importantly, he showed me that I… that we shouldn’t give up! We have to be strong, have to have hope!”

    Raising her glass high in the air, she finished. “To Hope!”

    “Hope!!” the others echoed, their glasses clinking together.

    The group sat and chatted, about random and silly things, for almost an hour before they all lapsed into silence.

    ”I’m going to bed. Big day tomorrow!” Willow whispered into the painfully quiet room.

    As she got to her feet, both Buffy and Xander joined her. Stepping to her side, Buffy wrapped the redhead in a huge hug, pulling back; the pair exchanged a knowing look, although Buffy’s was tinted with concern. ‘Are you ok?’ she asked with her eyes.

    Willow nodded but didn’t respond.

    Xander followed Buffy’s lead and hugged Willow tightly. “See ya in the morning!”

    She smiled weakly in response and turned to the stairs, climbing each one with the weariness of a marathon runner.

    “I should turn in too.” Tara sighed sadly. Before Buffy or any of the others could rise to their feet, she disappeared upstairs.

    Giles followed her path before returning his gaze to the clock on the wall, which read a little after midnight.

    “Well that’s not the most promising start to the day!” he whispered.

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