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Disclaimer: I don't own them Joss Whedon does.
"Daddy! Daddy, slow down!" The dark haired little girl pleaded with the tall dark man holding her hand. Her short legs were having a hard time keeping up with the stride of his much longer ones.
The man smiled down at the little girl, whose nose and cheeks had been
flushed a bright red by the cool breeze. He stopped
and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way.
"But why are we here? Shouldn't we be at Grandma or Grandpa's house? It's
kind of cold out here. Where is Mommy?" She
asked, full of a five year olds questions.
"Mommy will be here ..." He was interrupted by a familiar voice calling his
name.
"There's Mommy, now why are we really here?" The little girl was insistent.
"We're up here, Buffy." Angel called out. He remembered a time on this same
hill hearing her call his name under different
circumstances. That night so many years ago had been the changing point of
his life.
Buffy walked up the hill, she looked up at her husband and the child he was
holding. She gently tweaked the little girls nose and
smiled at her.
"Mommy, why are we really here?" The little girl asked, running out of
patience.
"Because sweetheart this is a special place for Mommy and Daddy. One
Christmas a long time ago, before you were ever even
thought of, Daddy was very sad and Mommy found him here in this very spot."
Buffy looked lovingly at her husband.
"Then what happened?" The little girl asked, snuggling closer to her Daddy
to keep warm.
In unison two soft voices answered, "It snowed."