Over The Summer
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,026
Reviews:
86
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 75
Chapter 75
Family and friends gathered around the open grave as the Priest spoke about how the person everyone was there to grieve for was in a better place. The Priest spoke about how this person had touched each and everyone’s lives in a very special and private way. As the Priest continued speaking emotions were running wild through everyone that was left behind.
*****
Hank Summers had been in his home office for most of the morning. An Officer had dropped by with the test results Hank had demanded having the day before. Now Hank sat at his desk going over the information he had received.
The explosion hadn’t been an accident as Officers had first thought. With more testing, by people Hank had flown in on his dime, the researchers found that the car had been set to blow. The simple act of changing the radio station had possibly cost Elizabeth her life.
The DNA test results sat in an unopened envelope at the corner of his desk. The envelope held the information that would change his life and everyone’s who cared for Elizabeth forever.
Hank slowly reached for the envelope with a shaky hand. Taking a deep breath he picked up his envelope opener and sliced open the seal. Carefully Hank pulled out the test results and read over them.
As Hank looked down at the results his mind was flooded with memories.
The day Joyce told she she was pregnant with his first child.
The first time he heard Elizabeth’s little heart beating in the doctor’s office.
The day she was born.
The day she was released from the hospital.
The first step she ever took.
The first time she called him ‘Daddy’.
Her first birthday.
The first day she went to pre-school.
Going to her first ice skating competition.
As the years passed the memories started to move faster in his head. Time once spent with his eldest turned into time spent on business trips or vacations with his wife.
Gifts that once took months of planning turned into plastic cards that held a six-figure limit.
Once the memories pasted Hank read the results of a 99.8% match in the DNA of Elizabeth Anne Summers and the remains of the body found after the explosion.
For the first time in his forty-seven years of life Hank Summers broke down.
*****
Joyce Summers stood outside her husband’s office doors unable to make herself move. She knew her husband had the test results; she had been at the top of the stairs when the Officer had dropped them off that morning. After she watched Hank go inside his office and close the door she decided to go to her private gallery.
She didn’t know how long she spent looking at the different pieces of work trying to remember which ones her eldest daughter liked the most.
She remembered the first time she found Elizabeth starring at a piece of art from her private collection. It was an old painting of a woman and a young girl standing at the edge of a cliff over looking the ocean. It showed the young girl looking back while the woman looked forward. When Joyce had asked Elizabeth what she thought it meant she was surprised by what her ten year old told her.
“It’s a mix of past and future. The girl in her is looking back. The woman in her is looking at things to come.”
A few months ago Joyce had decided to give it to Elizabeth on her twenty-first birthday, but now standing in front of the wooden door of Hank’s office she doubted she’d be getting to do that.
The moment Joyce opened the door and saw Hank she knew everything she still wished and dreamed for her eldest daughter was pointless.
*****
Dawn had found both her parents huddled together crying in her father’s office. She had known the day before when she came home that something wasn’t right. Her father had been to distant and her mother didn’t ask all the questions Dawn had come to expect after a day of school and an afternoon spent at Cr’s.r’s.
When she finally got her parents to tell her what it was that was wrong she didn’t believe them. She screamed about the plan as tears ran down her face. She begged them to tell her the truth; to tell her what really happened to her sister. She yelled until she couldn’t yell anymore, finally falling to the floor in her parent’s arms.
*****
The staff moved around the mansion in silence as the family mourned the lose of the young woman who could brighten a room just by walking in.
*****
Willow and Tara sat on the living room floor of the loft apartment talking about memories they both had about Buffy for hours after an Officer had stopped by with the news of the DNA results.
*****
Anya and Xander were curled in bed together in his dorm room after finding out about Buffy dealing with the lost of their friend in their way.
*****
Angel held Cordelia as she cried.
*****
Riley and Faith sat in silence in his dorm room after finding out, both feeling guilty in their own way for the things that had happened over the semester.
*****
Carter sat in his darken apartment alone going over what had happened from the moment Buffy had walked into his life.
*****
Deacon made all the arrangements that needed to be made so he and Alyson could be on their way back to Sunnydale by that night.
*****
Spike sat in a smoke filled bar with a table full of empty beer bottles working on a bottle of whiskey trying to drink the pain away. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her shining face and her beautiful smile. He sat there and played the first time they met in his head.
The first time he saw her.
The first time he heard her speak.
The first time they touched.
The first time they kissed.
The first night they made love.
The first time he told her he was in love with her.
The first time she told him she was in love with him.
*****
As the weeks past funeral arrangements were made. Family and friends worked together to help one another with the lose of an irreplaceable person.
*****
Police Officers arrested Drusilla Rayne-Winthrop after receiving evidence of her plan to murder Elizabeth Summers from an unknown source. Ethan made a deal to have Drusilla locked away in a metal institution for the rest of her life in return for not having to go to court.
*****
Spike filed for divorce a few days after Drusilla’s arrest and had already made plans to sell the house and all of her belongings. Along with the dealings with his soon to be ex-wife Spike had been called in front of the Dean at UC Sunnydale and suspended until the new fall semester for breaking the code of conduct and having an affair with one of his students.
*****
Now all of Buffy’s family and friends stood in the rain as the wooden casket was lowered into the ground. One by one they threw a rose down and said their private goodbyes.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that flow
I am the sunlight on my own grave
I am a gentle autumn rain
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
do not stand at my grave and cry
do not stand at my grave and cry
do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
No one at the funeral ever noticed the black limo parked a few yards away with a petite blonde woman crying in the back seat as they pulled away.
*****
Author’s Note:
The song is by Lizzie West entitled ‘Prayer’
Family and friends gathered around the open grave as the Priest spoke about how the person everyone was there to grieve for was in a better place. The Priest spoke about how this person had touched each and everyone’s lives in a very special and private way. As the Priest continued speaking emotions were running wild through everyone that was left behind.
*****
Hank Summers had been in his home office for most of the morning. An Officer had dropped by with the test results Hank had demanded having the day before. Now Hank sat at his desk going over the information he had received.
The explosion hadn’t been an accident as Officers had first thought. With more testing, by people Hank had flown in on his dime, the researchers found that the car had been set to blow. The simple act of changing the radio station had possibly cost Elizabeth her life.
The DNA test results sat in an unopened envelope at the corner of his desk. The envelope held the information that would change his life and everyone’s who cared for Elizabeth forever.
Hank slowly reached for the envelope with a shaky hand. Taking a deep breath he picked up his envelope opener and sliced open the seal. Carefully Hank pulled out the test results and read over them.
As Hank looked down at the results his mind was flooded with memories.
The day Joyce told she she was pregnant with his first child.
The first time he heard Elizabeth’s little heart beating in the doctor’s office.
The day she was born.
The day she was released from the hospital.
The first step she ever took.
The first time she called him ‘Daddy’.
Her first birthday.
The first day she went to pre-school.
Going to her first ice skating competition.
As the years passed the memories started to move faster in his head. Time once spent with his eldest turned into time spent on business trips or vacations with his wife.
Gifts that once took months of planning turned into plastic cards that held a six-figure limit.
Once the memories pasted Hank read the results of a 99.8% match in the DNA of Elizabeth Anne Summers and the remains of the body found after the explosion.
For the first time in his forty-seven years of life Hank Summers broke down.
*****
Joyce Summers stood outside her husband’s office doors unable to make herself move. She knew her husband had the test results; she had been at the top of the stairs when the Officer had dropped them off that morning. After she watched Hank go inside his office and close the door she decided to go to her private gallery.
She didn’t know how long she spent looking at the different pieces of work trying to remember which ones her eldest daughter liked the most.
She remembered the first time she found Elizabeth starring at a piece of art from her private collection. It was an old painting of a woman and a young girl standing at the edge of a cliff over looking the ocean. It showed the young girl looking back while the woman looked forward. When Joyce had asked Elizabeth what she thought it meant she was surprised by what her ten year old told her.
“It’s a mix of past and future. The girl in her is looking back. The woman in her is looking at things to come.”
A few months ago Joyce had decided to give it to Elizabeth on her twenty-first birthday, but now standing in front of the wooden door of Hank’s office she doubted she’d be getting to do that.
The moment Joyce opened the door and saw Hank she knew everything she still wished and dreamed for her eldest daughter was pointless.
*****
Dawn had found both her parents huddled together crying in her father’s office. She had known the day before when she came home that something wasn’t right. Her father had been to distant and her mother didn’t ask all the questions Dawn had come to expect after a day of school and an afternoon spent at Cr’s.r’s.
When she finally got her parents to tell her what it was that was wrong she didn’t believe them. She screamed about the plan as tears ran down her face. She begged them to tell her the truth; to tell her what really happened to her sister. She yelled until she couldn’t yell anymore, finally falling to the floor in her parent’s arms.
*****
The staff moved around the mansion in silence as the family mourned the lose of the young woman who could brighten a room just by walking in.
*****
Willow and Tara sat on the living room floor of the loft apartment talking about memories they both had about Buffy for hours after an Officer had stopped by with the news of the DNA results.
*****
Anya and Xander were curled in bed together in his dorm room after finding out about Buffy dealing with the lost of their friend in their way.
*****
Angel held Cordelia as she cried.
*****
Riley and Faith sat in silence in his dorm room after finding out, both feeling guilty in their own way for the things that had happened over the semester.
*****
Carter sat in his darken apartment alone going over what had happened from the moment Buffy had walked into his life.
*****
Deacon made all the arrangements that needed to be made so he and Alyson could be on their way back to Sunnydale by that night.
*****
Spike sat in a smoke filled bar with a table full of empty beer bottles working on a bottle of whiskey trying to drink the pain away. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her shining face and her beautiful smile. He sat there and played the first time they met in his head.
The first time he saw her.
The first time he heard her speak.
The first time they touched.
The first time they kissed.
The first night they made love.
The first time he told her he was in love with her.
The first time she told him she was in love with him.
*****
As the weeks past funeral arrangements were made. Family and friends worked together to help one another with the lose of an irreplaceable person.
*****
Police Officers arrested Drusilla Rayne-Winthrop after receiving evidence of her plan to murder Elizabeth Summers from an unknown source. Ethan made a deal to have Drusilla locked away in a metal institution for the rest of her life in return for not having to go to court.
*****
Spike filed for divorce a few days after Drusilla’s arrest and had already made plans to sell the house and all of her belongings. Along with the dealings with his soon to be ex-wife Spike had been called in front of the Dean at UC Sunnydale and suspended until the new fall semester for breaking the code of conduct and having an affair with one of his students.
*****
Now all of Buffy’s family and friends stood in the rain as the wooden casket was lowered into the ground. One by one they threw a rose down and said their private goodbyes.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that flow
I am the sunlight on my own grave
I am a gentle autumn rain
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
do not stand at my grave and cry
do not stand at my grave and cry
do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
No one at the funeral ever noticed the black limo parked a few yards away with a petite blonde woman crying in the back seat as they pulled away.
*****
Author’s Note:
The song is by Lizzie West entitled ‘Prayer’