Title: Buffy: True Dreams
Warnings: Spoilers (seasons 5 & 6)
Author's Note: This is for the flash fan fiction prompt, “El Dias de los Muertos,” aka the Day of the Dead. This has some pretty major spoilers for season 5 and 6 of Buffy. One of the spoilers isn't spelled out, but it's hinted at heavily. Word count: 409.
“I'm dreaming,” Buffy said.
“Yes, honey,” Joyce agreed, gazing upon her daughter, “but that doesn't mean this isn't real.”
“Figures. More wacky fun courtesy of my Slayerness.” She glanced around. They sat in the living room, their legs curled up under blankets, steaming cups of hot cocoa nearby. “So, when are the prophecies going to start? Because, right now, not much Slayer-sense tinglage going on. Although,” Buffy amended, “I could do with more futures like this.”
“This was always nice,” her mother said, smiling. “I miss this.”
“So, prophecise me.” Buffy's eyes swept the room.
“You're always moving forward, looking for danger. Don't you want to relax?”
“I can't. It's kinda a Slayer thing. I relax, people die.”
“You died. Again.” Joyce looked away, eyes down.
“I'm sorry.” Buffy shrugged, unsure what to say. “I …”
“No, don't be. It's okay. I understand.” The older woman turned back and mustered a smile. “The thought of any harm coming to you … it's a mom thing.”
Buffy looked down. “I – I understand. Not the mom thing, but the caring.”
“I know, honey. I know.” Joyce reached over and squeezed her daughter's hand. “How are things with you?”
Buffy opened her mouth, a happy lie ready to slip out, but paused. “It's … hard. Everything. I was … where I was, in the light. But they dragged me back here, to the darkness. Nothing matters now. I can't care. I try, and I can't.” Buffy took a deep breath. “I want it back. Back the way it was before the monsters, and the fighting. Before the Slaying. I want the light back. I want you back.”
Joyce brushed a lock of Buffy's hair back. “Honey, there's no easy answers. Living is hard. I know where you were. I know the light. But you have eternity for that. It'll wait. But Dawn, your friends, the world, they need you now. For now, be there for them.”
“I miss you, mom. So much.” A tear slipped down Buffy's cheek.
“I miss you too. But I can wait.” She wrapped her arms around her daughter. The two women clung to each other in a tight embrace.
Buffy shifted in her sleep. The dream of her mother faded away. On her nightstand, the clock ticked over to midnight, drawing the final day of el Dia de los Muertos to a close.