Summary: Buffy is dead. Bringing her back didn’t work. The PTB bring Cordy back to life. Darla is good. Tara and Anya never died. Spike has a soul. Xander and Anya are still exes. Faith is the only Slayer left. Xander never lost his eye. Destruction from an earthquake starts up. Will it stop, or will our heroes have to stop it? Set somewhere after “End of Days”, but Sunnydale still stands.
It was dark night. Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara, and Dawn were patrolling in the graveyard while Faith and Spike were in Spike’s crypt in his bed making out. Harmony and Darla were alone in Sunnydale in separate areas.
Xander stopped, seeing someone lying by a headstone. The others did likewise. Without a word, he ran towards her, leaving the others in the dust sort of speak.
He knelt beside her.
She lay on her back, apparently out cold. He looked at her. He couldn’t believe it. He was amazed. She was back. She was alive.
Three years later, and she was brought back to life by the Powers That Be. It was his wish come true.
“Cordy, can you hear me? It’s me, Cor.”
The others caught up with him and stood behind him.
“Cordelia?” Willow questioned.
“Yeah. It’s her,” Anya replied, seeming not surprised.
“W-what’s she d-doing here?” Tara asked, having heard about her.
“So this is Cordelia,” Dawn commented.
Xander Harris gently pulled his Secret Eyes into his arms.
That’s when she came to.
“Sunnydale? I thought I was supposed to wake up in L.A.”
“Nice to see you too, Cor,” he said with a cocky grin. The one he used back when they had all still been in high school.
“What are you doing alive?” Anya asked.
“The Powers brought me back.”
“Are you okay?” Xander asked.
“Yes.”
She sat up.
She started to get up and he helped her.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Dawn announced.
“I know. I was watching over everyone.”
“E-everyone?” Tara asked.
“Yes, Tara. Angel, Wesley, Gunn, Fred, Spike, Harmony, Lilah, Faith, and you guys. But that didn’t stop anyone from dying. I was a PTB. The Powers aren’t allowed to interfere.”
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble and crack non-stop. As everything fell around them and the earth cracked, they lost their balance.
“Will and Tara, go find Darla! She has a soul now! Anya and Xander go find Harmony! Dawn’s with me! Dawn and I will go find Faith and Spike! We’ll all meet back at Xander’s basement! Now go!” Cor called over to them over the noise.
Everyone obeyed her, crawling over to each other and then doing their best to walk.
Cordy knelt in front of the former Key after crawling over to her.
She rested gentle hands on either side of her head. It was like she cared; Cared about her as much as Buffy. As if she had a sister or mother’s love for Dawn.
“Are you okay?”
“Ya. I’m just afraid of what will happen.”
“Dawn, we’ll get through we. We have to find the crypt, though. I may not care much about Spike, but I do care about Faith. And it’s what your sister would’ve wanted. And like you and the others, I miss her. I wish she was still here. I never showed it, but after everything, I cared about her. I think I know now why I woke up here. I’m supposed to do what I do best. What I did when I worked for Angel in L.A. Protect my friends and mainly, well, innocents in general. Now let’s go save a couple misfits.”
Twenty minutes later, they found a collapsed crypt. With all efforts, they were able to unburnt a clothed Slayer and vampire.
“You check on Spike and I’ll check on Faith,” the brunette told the previous Slayer’s sister.
She did as she was told, kneeling beside the unconscious vampire. The brunette did the same with the Slayer.
“Faith, it’s Cordelia. Can you hear me?” she called.
A few minutes later, she got an answer.
“C?” she questioned softly, eyes closed.
“It’s me.”
“Am I dead?”
“No. I was brought back to life to have a second chance to make everything right for everyone.”
She slowly opened her eyes.
The former Cordette leader helped her sit up.
“Are you healed?”
“Five by five. What about S?”
She looked over at her assistant, whom was helping him to his feet.
She looked down at her.
“He’s alright.”
She helped her to her feet.
They got the couple to the basement before going to track their friends down.
Meanwhile, Darla was unconscious in a hole in the ground in the park. She had scratches and scrapes all over her.
The good witches were knelt beside her.
“Darla, can you hear me?” Willow called.
Darla groaned, starting to come to.
“Darla?” Willow called.
“I hear you loud and clear,” Darla replied, opening her eyes to look at her. She then got to her feet.
“Good. Cordelia wanted us to find you. We’re all supposed to meet at Xander’s basement. They’re our friends. I’m Willow and this is Tara.”
“I remember seeing you before. Nice to meet you. Now let’s go.” So they left to go meet at the basement, Willow and Tara at the lead.
Anya and Xander soon found Harmony whom was just fine. Therefore, they went on their way towards his parent’s basement.
Meanwhile, Cordy and Dawnie were searching for survivors.
That’s when it happened. Part of a street collapsed beneath them.
Both landed on their backs.
Dawn crawled over to Cordy.
“You’re hurt,” she said to the former Queen C, seeing blood heavily flowing out of her lower stomach, a piece of wood in it.
“Dawn, I need Anya to come. She’s the only one that knows what to do to help me. Call her. Tell her what happened,” she said softly, as she started to grow weak.
Dawnie took her cell phone out and called.
“Hello?” the Vengeance Demon answered.
What luck.
“Anya, we need help. Cordelia’s hurt.”
“Hurt? Where?”
She told her and then they hung up.
It wasn’t long before Anyanka appeared after teleporting to them, using her tracking skills at the same time She then teleported them to the basement.
A few minutes later, Cordy was herself again. The quake stopped, too. So everybody lived happily ever after.
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