Title: From Here to
Author: Bastard Snow
Summary: Buffy's fall through Glory's portal took her somewhere nobody had ever imagined. Now, it's up to Willow and Xander to get her back.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these.
Author's Notes: Much, much thanks to Drake, without whom this story would not exist. Also, obviously, thanks to Joss Whedon for coming up with two universes that have nothing to do with each other. Makes it a challenge to make them have everything to do with each other.
A/N 2: Thanks also to Sal and Invisionary for providing vital assistance in the editing of this story.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Buffy Summers grasped her sister by the shoulders. They were standing on top of a rickety tower, a portal opening ten feet away. A portal that needed blood to close.
"Dawn listen to me," she said. "Listen."
Dawn looked up at her sister, her eyes wet with tears. "I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles… tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I'm okay."
Dawn's tears flowed more freely.
"And give my love to my friends," Buffy said. "You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong."
Lightning crackled behind them as the portal grew larger.
"Dawn, the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me."
She stroked the side of Dawn's face, kissed her on the cheek, and turned. Buffy ran to the edge of the platform, leapt, and dove into the portal closing it for good as her sister and friends – her family, watched.
After a minute of stunned silence, Dawn slowly, carefully made her way down the tower to join her sister's friends. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her cheeks stained with tears, and refused to look at the pile of rubble and debris just below the tower. The pile where her sister's was certain to lay broken and bloodied.
She looked up to the confused faces of her sister's friends. They were all crying, even Spike. Anya, held aloft in Xander's arms, wiped the tears from her cheeks and shook her head.
"I don't understand," Anya said. She pointed to the debris pile. "Where'd she go?"
Dawn had asked the same thing mere months ago, when her mother died. She'd never gotten an adequate answer, but the general consensus was 'somewhere better.' Steeling her nerve, she turned to look at the pile of debris.
It was empty.