Who: Buffy Summers, Sam Winchester, mentions of sedated Dean Winchester What: Sam comes back to the apartments, Buffy is with Dean When: Late at night Where: The apartment complex, Buffy's room Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
This was her fault, and she knew it. She didn't have a way to defeat Glory. She couldn't fight her on her own. No way to kill her. She'd leave if she handed Dawn over. And if it wasn't for the fact that she'd cut down anyone who tried to do that to her sister, thousands, upon thousands would die of that actually happened. That couldn't happen. Glory didn't get to have what she wanted.
But this couldn't keep up. That was what now? Four? Four of the people she knew, or knew of. That didn't even begin to consider the mental ward at the hospital. It was probably jam packed, and how many more would land in there? She needed to find a way to end this, and yet she had no idea. The fact that many of her memories involving the downfall of the hell bitch from last time were...fuzzy, didn't help. Something wasn't right there.
For a second it had been as if the world had fell away when she read Doyle's post. And then she was off with Paige. But it didn't seem to matter how quickly she moved, they were too late. Always too late. Still, she'd played the role of a leader, un-phased and pretending she was in control just until they could get Dean back to the apartments. When he'd seen the doctor, and Buffy had the drugs she'd need, she'd insisted that Dean be brought up to her room. The hospital beds looked damn uncomfortable. Or at least they were according to Clary, who was at least awake and not looking like death as she had been last night.
Dawn had stopped by to help for a while, but eventually she was on her own again. Buffy didn't know how long it would be until Sam arrived, but she knew he'd be here soon. After she managed to get Dean to sleep, she stepped out into her living room and kitchen to get things cleaned up. That was when her composure had slipped. She knew this would happen. He'd probably been targeted just to get to her. Piss off the slayer by targeting the people she cared about. Every guy she let her self get close to either got hurt, or left. Or both.
Eventually Buffy had passed out cold in the chair in her bedroom, not far from the bed. Emotional exhaustion seemed to knock her out faster than anything else. </center>