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DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me. They belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, Mutant Enemy, yadda, yadda, yadda. I'm just borrowing them to do with them as I wish. But I will not hurt them and I will clean them up before I return them.

Distribution: My site (http://www.dreamtyme.org). All others, just ask.

SPOILER ALERT ... This story takes place between the Season 5 finale and the Season 6 premiere. If you have not seen "The Gift," and do not want to know what happens, turn away now!!!

Summary: Just a short vignette about Giles trying to cope with Buffy's death.

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It had been two weeks since Buffy had given her life to save the world -- two dreadful, gloomy weeks. Giles did what he could to be there for the others. They were all devastated. Even Spike had taken to doing nothing but grieve. But he couldn't do that, he had to be the grown up.

He poured himself a glass of scotch and sat down to try to write in his journal. He had to finish it, for her.

Giles stared at the blank page as it dared him to write down the account of Buffy's final battle. He couldn't bring himself to move his pen hand. He recalled his conversation with her from months earlier.

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"Why didn't the Watcher's keep fuller accounts of it? The journals just stop." Buffy asked.

"I suppose, if they were anything like me, they just found the whole subject too..." Giles replied.

"Unseemly?" Buffy interrupted. "Damn. Love ya, but you Watchers are such prigs someti-"

"Painful. I was going to say." Giles finished.

*****

Painful. That summed it up for him. He never imagined that her death would tear him apart so deeply inside. Buffy was not supposed to be like the others. She was supposed to have a long life. She was supposed to experience the things the other slayers did not -- love, happiness, family, children.

He downed his drink and composed himself and began to write. He had to do this. There was no one else he could turn to. He would have to put his feelings down.

--- Several Hours Later ---

Giles closed the journal and wiped the tears from his face. He placed the pen beside the journal, then stood up and walked away from the desk.

Buffy's final battle and her selflessness were there in black and white now. As were all the feelings that the Watcher felt for his Slayer. It was now a record for the ages.

He couldn't stay in Sunnydale any longer. His job here was done. Not to mention that everything reminded him of her. Giles then picked up the telephone and made his flight arrangements -- a one way ticket to England.
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