Giles' funeral was a quick one. Unfortunetly with such low resources and a need to keep unnoticed, the best they could do was a small memorial service in what had once served as a church. There was only one preist with the resistance. Buffy sat outside the church. It was night, and there was a bit of drizzle in the air. Buffy stared at the ground at her feet, kicking around dust. "Buffy?" Came a quiet british voice behind her. She didn't answer. "Buffy, it is imperitive that I speak with you." Buffy turned.
"Yes, Wesley?" Wesley sat down on the steps next to her.
"You really should wear a jacket. It's cold outside..." He began.
"Not really." Buffy murmured "I don't feel it."
"I-I know you're upset..." Wesley began.
"Do you?" Buffy asked, not looking at him.
"Yes." he said, staring at her "I do. Rupert Giles taught me more in a few years than I had ever learned in my entire life. And Cordelia was a friend to me as well....."
"Wesley, is there a reason you need to speak with me?" Buffy asked.
"Yes." Wesley said "I care about you, Buffy. And I need you out of this funk..."
"Why? So I can kill Harvest for you? I mean, that's the truth, right? I'm just a weapon?" Buffy said, standing up and looking down at him.
"Not at all." Wesley said, standing as well. "You are my slayer. And my friend. I hope."
"I am not your slayer." Buffy said, tears welling up in her eyes "I'm Giles' slayer...."
"Rupert Giles is dead, Buffy!" Wesley said, his voice breaking. "And it is very sad, but our responsibility to keep fighting!" There was a silent moment in which Slayer and Watcher bored into each others' eyes.
"What else did you want?" Buffy whispered.
"To show you a few more of the resistances top fighters." Wesley said, motioning behind her. "They are former Hunters who have lent thier abilities to the resistance." There were three men, each carrying a variety of weapons. One had long hair that covered his face. In his hand was a long sword another blade strapped to his back. One had a shotgun in his hands wearing normal clothes. The third was a tall black man. He had no weapons visible.
"Nice to meet you." Buffy said, watching them nervously.
"We still need to discuss battle plans, but I want to send you in with these men after Harvest..." Wesley began.
"No deal." Buffy said quickly.
"I'm only going in with my friends." Buffy said, crossing her arms. Wesley nodded.
"I thought you might say that. I will allow you to take Angel with you.....but..." Wesley said.
"Again, no deal. I'm taking all of my friends in. We fight together. Always have." Wesley stared at her for a long moment. He then nodded, defeated.
"Alright." Wesley said, sighing. The hunters looked at him a moment, and then walked off silently. "We'll have to split into teams so we can keep up stealth...."
"Fine." Buffy said "But all of my friends go in." Buffy said.
"I hate sitting around!" Xander said, pacing "I want some action." Oz watched him pace back and forth, sitting on the couch.
"Xander, patience is a virtue." Oz said calmly, tuning his guitar.
"I am just sick of hiding. I want to go in now, do or die..."
"Vengence is blinding your judgment." Oz said "You really should try meditating..."
"Vengence is not clouding my judgment!" Xander said.
"Oh? What are you thinking of right now?" Oz asked.
"Killing Nastassia." Xander said. Oz smiled and nodded. "Bastard." he sat down next to the monk. They sat in silence for a moment. "Oz?" he asked.
"You ever wonder what happened to Willow?" Xander asked.
"Yeah." Oz said,not looking up from his guitar. "I think she just didn't want to be a part of all the fighting anymore."
"Not that I blame her." Xander said. "I mean, Harvest did kill her parents........"
"Yeah, they did." Came a feminine voice behind them. Xander and Oz paid no attention to the voice.
"I would expect it to be painful." Oz said, nodding.
"It was painful." The voice said behind them.
"Yeah...I'm not surprised she didn't show at all." Xander said.
"Well, I did show." The voice said. They both turned around, mouths open. "Hi guys. Sorry I'm late." Willow giggled