How It Was and is to be

"Holy shit!" The Sethonian's princesses eyes went wide as she looked first at the long haired Spike and then at the cropped one. "Sweet freakin' mothers of gods there's two of you!"

"You noticed that." Spike of the present leaned against the wall of his smelly crib and let his eyes wander. *Bloody hell I am doin' well for meself."

Valandra was tall standing at around five ten, her figure looked voluptuous under the black dress uniform she wore. Her hair, blond with a hint of green highlight ,was cut short and brushed up. Facially she looked stunning, like some supermodel of the present day, and the look she was starting to throw him suggested that things might be about to get very interesting indeed.

"I like your hair short Spike." Valandra sounded a little breathless for a second but with an unnecessary deep breath went on as she walked across the floor towards him. "You got a cool Billy Idol thing goin' on."

"You know about Billy?"

"What livin' with Mr Never Has The Current Pop Chart on Ever. I've been a punk rock chick all my unlife." A tentative hand reached across and ran lightly through short cropped blond hair. "But of course I never got to see this, you was Mr Fangfantastic when I met you, hardly a hair left on your head an' you've been Mr long and flowin' ever since you got fixed."

She moved a little closer her body brushing against his. "So what's going on boys, why are we here?"

"I didn't tell you bout this cause I thought you might think I was a loonie." Future Spike explained from behind them. "But not long after Buffy died I got visited by the ghost of Christmas future who laid out for me what was to come. I was intendin' to top myself you see and 'ad to talk me out of it. I don't recall you bein' there though I got to say."

"Oh poor past Spike." Leaning down just a little from her slight height advantage Valandra kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his right ear. "There's so many reasons why you shouldn't do that Spike, why you should unlive. But I have to be selfish and say that you mostly have to do it for me, you have to be there in that sewer all those years from now, you have to be there to save me Spike!"

"I was fourteen when they landed, I was being taught to embroider and to worship the gods properly so that I'd make a good wife for a neighbouring Prince, and I thought that that was the coolest as most where handsome dashing young men. But then the human barbarians came with their guns and their aircraft, my fathers army rode out to fight them and was cut down like standing summer corn. My brothers, the two that lived anyway, and I took as many of our people as we could into the mountains and from there we fought as hard as we could. Hands that had been supposed to thrust nothing sharper than a needle aimed crossbows and welded a blade for six months until they captured us all by useing a sleeping gas on a cave system they pinned us down in."

"We were taken to Guerza and there my brothers were hanged in front of an enforced gathering of our people, and I, I was first forced to watch them die, then they stripped me and had two of their Sethonian collaborators ritually rape me before the whole crowd, who stood and wept to see it. We were ethnically cleansed as a family, they took that fifteen year old girl away to a prison. They took the heir to the throne of Guerza and they beat her and they brainwashed her till she was their dog. Then they shipped her back to their home world and sold her to men who made her dance naked round a metal pole on a stage and afterwards open her legs for anyone who'd pay enough to fuck Royalty. This amused them you see, to reduce us to such debased slaves, they compared their new Empire to that of the Roman's and they weren't afraid to replicate it's worst nightmares."

"But I was not a dog, and one day I got a knife and killed the owner of the club and his security guards, and then I escaped knowing that if they caught me I'd die on live TV as a lesson to all other slaves. I hid in the sewers and you found me and gave me your love and a future. I need you to be there for me Spike, I love you truly not just cause your my Sire."

A lump in his throat the size of Manhattan Spike could only nod. Valandra kissed his cheek again and spoke a little louder. "I know you loved Buffy, you were still upset about her death when you first met me even after all that time. But do you seriously think that she would want you to do this. She wouldn't want you to die, she'd expect that you'd grieve but eventually she'd want you to find someone else, to be happy again."

"She'd want me to be there to 'elp you love." Spike opened his arms and let Valandra settle within them. "So I will be."

*Blimey she takes four minutes to tell 'im more reasons to live than I could in four hours.* Spike thought. "Well in that case I guess we better be off kitten. Errrrr, 'ow do we get 'ome?"

"Go get a ladder, I think that a ten foot one should do it."

Valandra was looking deep into Spike's eyes and trying not to drool as she spoke. "Oh and please do take your time."

"Eh, eeeerrrr." Future Spike's voice rose as he contemplated what he'd just been asked and why he'd been asked it. "Why do I 'ave to go get a bleedin' ladder, your not thinkin' that your going to......"

"Fuck Spike?" Valandra turned and smiled sweetly. "You of all people have issues with me fucking Spike, gee that’s going to be a problem when we get back aboard ship, I'm going to have to make do with Childe or Minions if you object to my having sex with you. Now go take your beef over this outside and let me concentrate on the TLC, and when you get back you can fuck me too."

Once her Sire was gone Val gently took Spike by the hand and lead him over to the bed. "I know your grievin' sugar, I don't intend in anyway to take away from that, but I need to thank you for agreeing to save me. And there's only one way that I can really do that."
Pushed back Spike suddenly found himself sat down on the mattress, stepping back the Sethonian's hands went to the high tech velcro that held her jacket sealed. "Got any objection to tatt's?"

"Not as you'd notice." The jacket came off to reveal an olive drab vest which seemed to be under some strain in the bodice type area. Valandra had a tiger tatooed on her right bicep and a very definate vampire bat on her left. Under it was written in blood red letters,'Reborn to Kill'.

"They don't even need a needle to do those in my time, just put them on with a laser in two ticks. It's over so fast you barely feel any pain.Damn good thing if you consider you got to get them redone everytime you get rejuvenated." She pulled the vest up out of her combat pants. "Damn shame I didn't know this was going to happen, I just got this pretty little silver metallic dress made up for me,covers next too nothing and looks so sexy, I'd have had that on and my best perfume and a darker lipstick if I'd known...."

The vest was passing her chin as she spoke revealing high firm breasts, they looked even bigger than Spike had expected, their dark auorales where already erect from excitement. "It's alright pet I ain't got no complaints. You look stunnin'."

"Thanks." Putting one booted foot onto the bed the girl looked down at him and asked. "Care to help me with this."

Spike untied the lace and then carefully helped her out of the boot, the second one quickly followed. Valandra turned around. "My pants fasten at the back Spike so if you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all." She had two more tattoes one on the back of her neck an eagle, and at the base of her spine a heart with an unmistakable railroad spike through it with the emblazoned declaration below it. 'Spike's Forever.' "That's cute."

He unfastened a clip and pulled open two strips of velco and eased the tight pants open and down to mid thigh. "But not as cute as that!"

"You like." Valandra looked back over her shoulder and gave her perfectly rounded bottom a wiggle. "That the good thing about getting turned as a physically healthy eighteen year old who’d been doing a lot of pole dancing, you stay toned forever. Now how about we get you naked and go too it."

Spike stood up to face her even as she speedily slipped the legs of her pants over first one bare foot then the other. She stood before him without any shyness a look of confidence in her beauty plain on her face. Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs well muscled and without a trace of cellulite. Her sex seemed almost bare only a tiny V of hair above it showing her true blondness. "Left over from that damn strip club. They used to make us shave it virtually all off, despite the memories I keep it like that though cause it encourages boys and girls to dive straight in. You fancy that later?"

"It looks rather tasty from here kitten." Spike pulled her too him his arms going round her back even as her hands slipped around his neck and their lips met in a long passionate kiss. "And you really are tasty all over arn't you."

"And you taste of tobacco which is something I got kinda unused to." She smiled indicating that she wasn't being too serious. "Add’s a certain hellish flavour now get naked for me."

With an extra pair of eager hands hindering him this took a little longer than Spike might have wanted. But while she helped he teased and stroked and kissed and licked and nipped till she was gasping for unnecessary air. Pretty soon Valandra was deftly stroking his hard length while he continued to run his hands slowly over her cold flesh as their lips locked once more in a long kiss which she finally broke. "So how do you want me lover, on top in front or underneath, want to start with a sixty-nine or save that for later. Want me to just blow ya or do you want to take advantage of the lube I got in my jacket pocket. I reckon it's going to take himself a pretty long time to find a ladder this time of night so we can take our time. Just tell me what you want to do baby?"

"Everythin'. Let's do it all."

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"I mean where the fuck am I supposed to find a ten foot ladder at this time of night." Future Spike crunched through broken glass in a nearby alley as he searched for the desired means of escape back to the third millennium. "It's not like that’s something that people just randomly leave lyin' around for you to nick!"

This city stank, it stank of fuel, and it stank of trash and dog shit and in the areas he was tramping through of the random leaving of the homeless and the drunks. He'd gotten used to the clean antiseptic smell of his nice shiny spaceship and before that to the recycle mad humanity of 2050 to 2500 during which time the air had gotten so clean he could almost wish to breathe it. Now however he could literally taste the emissions from the power stations that had been built it seemed throughout the city to feed its populaces insatiable demands for electricity. "Silly bloody sods."

But let them doom themselves what did it matter to him. He had kept away from humanity it was true but he still had caught the ghist of what had happened down the years. How the war had been won with the Hive at the cost of revolts on every human planet, how the weakened state of humanity after the resultant civil wars had lead to a last desperate gamble on Sethonia, which became a successful revolt that had seen that long suffering people regain it's independence. How eventually by 2900 the human empire had wound up just another client of the Strezlan Confederacy as the lizard men used the technology the humans had shared with them to dominate half the galaxy, the humans now having to work for them to survive.

"An' it bleedin' serves 'em right too." The vampire smirked and flicked his cigarette butt at a drunk lying in the gutter as he went on looking for a ladder.

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They stripped the bed of it's unclean sheets and hastily and untidily covered the mattress with the last washed sheet in Spike's cupboard draws. Now Spike was lying in the middle off it pinned very pleasantly by Valandra's body. She was straddling his face as his tongue burrowed into her cold core, the Sethonian's head was bobbing up and down as she fellated him expertly her moans of pleasure muffled by the fact she had her mouth full.

The effect he was having was obvious from the juices that were running down his chin, a mixture of her emissions and his saliva. She had already orgasmed once half drenching his face but now with his own carefully restrained orgasm building a pace he squeezed a hand up between their sweat slick bodies and lightly brushed his thumb over and around her clit before sliding two fingers into her wetness and closing his lips around the bundle of nerves to speed Valandra's next effusion of pleasure along.

She in turn speeded up her ministrations, gently massaging his tightening balls with one hand whilst caressing the lower half of his cock with the other. Her tongue lashed at the head making him groan in turn around her clit. Then she began to buck atop him as she went over the edge into bliss, but even in that state she still managed to drink down every drop of Spike's release as his cold dead semen flooded her willing mouth.

Seconds past before slowly and sensuously Valandra slid off him a look of happy bliss on her face as she watched his erection make an almost instant comeback. "Baby you are good. Want to make the beast with two backs now?"

"Yeah I really rather would." He had been chaste through Buffy's final long illness and since her death. Now he certainly didn't want to be that anymore. "Kneel up by the head of the bed kitten I feel a little rampage coming on."

"Then you best take me like a bitch." Walking on her knees she moved up to grip the bed head. "And take me hard."

"As the lady wishes." Moving behind her Spike positioned himself in her slick opening and slowly gradually thrust himself home. She was incredibly tight still despite all those centuries of sex with him. *Vampires we 'ave it so good sometimes.*

And with that happy though Spike began to thrust.

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"Excuse me mate you wouldn't 'appen to know where I could find a ladder round 'ere would you?"

"Feck off an' die yer basgtard ya!" To say that the scabby smelly drunk was unhappy about being prodded awake with the toe of Spike's boot wasn't an understatement. He grabbed a nearby empty bottle and took a swing at the hastily back peddling vampire. "Feck off!"

"Charmin' that is." Spike turned his back on the swearing that followed him as he walked away. *It was 2032 when they 'ad that first high tide roar through 'ere wasn't it?* He turned and shouted. "I 'OPE YOU DROWN YOU BUGGER!"

Not feeling any better about himself he wandered on.

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With an "Oh." at each thrust Valandra took everything that Spike could give her, her knuckles were white around the headboard as she held on firmly. His cock was stretching her to the limit each thrust connecting with her g-spot, his hands had come round underneath her and were caressing her heavy breasts, rolling her nipples between fingers and thumb and sending new ripples of pleasure through her sensitised nerves. She was thrusting back to meet him and using the muscles of her inner walls to grip him as he reached the limit of each thrust. "Yes baby, oh yes, faster now please, please faster!!!"

His pace quickened and so did her breathing, oxygen was being taken in at a fast rate for a dead person, but as orgasm neared her remembrances of life took over and her body cried out for it.
She cried out other things too. "Fuck me Spike, fuck me hard...harder faster, oh yeeeesssss!"

As she came around him, as her sweet juices again gushed back over him Spike lost the control he'd been steadfastly maintaining and filled her womb with his own discharge. "Bloooody 'ell darlin' but your so good!"

"I learned it all from you." Milking him with the wall's of her vagina she felt him first wilt a little and then return to full hardness. He gently eased himself out of her, a flood of their combined juices dripping out to run down her thighs as he withdrew. "Oh baby can't we go on?"

"Sure can, but different." As she rose back up to her full kneeling height Spike stayed behind her, caressing her left breast with his left hand as his right turned her face just a little bit towards his. Leaning over her shoulder he connected his lips to hers once more, tasting himself on her tongue before adding. "This time I want to look into those pretty brown eyes."

"Lie down then lover and you shall." With a lithe grace Valandra moved around the bed to let Spike lie along the centre of the bed and then straddled him. She looked deep into his sad yet smiling eyes as she firmly grasped his cock and slowly impaled herself on it burying him deep inside her. "Now just lie still, Let me do all the work."

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Glass crunched under future Spike's feet as he walked out through the space where the Hardware stores front window had been a ten foot step ladder under his arm. "Well that's that sorted."

He'd spotted the store as he headed back defeated to the cellar. A quick snap of a padlock and a stealthy rising of a security shutter and he had been brought face to face with a shop full of goodies and at the back of it. *Step ladders.*

It hadn't taken him long to find a sufficiently heavy object to throw, a trashcan, and even less to lob it through the pane and then it was just a matter of a quick dart through the resultant wrecked window display and a grab of the ladder. As he passed the till Spike dropped two hundred dollars he'd earned mugging clubbers leaving a night club not three quarters of an hour before. *Won't cover it but it makes me feel better.*

"And now post haste to me past selfs gaffe." Spike grinned and licked his lips. "I wouldn't want to arrive to find 'e'd tired poor Val out!"

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Valandra ground her hips slowly up and down making it last, Spike's hands were all over her, caressing her flanks and back, kneading her buttocks, running up her stomach to weight and tease her sex sensitised breasts, every now and then drawing her down to him for long soft kisses. And all the time oh so slowly and deliberately her orgasm drew near skilfully built up during this decadent ride.
"Oh baby your so good, so hard."

"You ain't so bad yourself pet, so beautiful, so talented, so wet."

"Evenin' all." The door suddenly crashed open and a dark haired black coated vamp with a ladder walked through it with barely so much as a side wards glance at what they were doing. "'Ow's tricks."

"Fabulous."

"Fuckin' fantastic."

Valandra looked round at her Sire watching him set the latter up under the blue circle of light. "You not going to join us, I fancy a good spit roasting?"

"One in the pussy and one in the mouth eh?" Future Spike through off the coat and his own jacket but then stooping picked up Valandra's from a chair on which she'd cast it. Feeling in the pockets he pulled out a small tube of lubricant she kept there for chapped lips and ass fucks. "There is of course another option."

"There.....is." The Sethonian had to pause during her sentence as Spike of the present started to move his hips in time with hers only adding to the pleasure she was experiencing. "If yooouuu, oh gods, think that I Princess Valandra of....of Guerza, faster Spike please, a royal prin....oh gods..cess would let a common....OH.....poet like you, yes Spike yes, stick, stick his cock.....please now.....in my.....I'm coming Spike, I'm coming."

"Ass." As his past self and his best girl came Spike stripped off his pants and moved towards the bed. "Oh go on your Royalness, don't be a spoil sport, you know you like it."

Sweating gasping Valandra turned and gave Spike a look of fierce passion. "Lube me."

She eased herself back off their host and knelt near the end of the bed her ass raised high in the air her head resting on her hands. Present Spike's renewing erection was right in front of her face in this new posture Valandra didn't hesitate in moving her head foward just a little and giving him a lick. "Slow blow okay for you baby."

"I ain't got no objection." Spike answered with a grin as he watched his future self cover his fingers with lubricant. "No objection at all."

Aching with anticipation the vampress sucked him back into her mouth gently rolling her tongue around his glans, before deep throating him as only a none breathing individual could. As his girl did that the other Spike slid a well greased finger slowly and deliberatly into the tight ring of muscle that was her sphincter, the finger then pumped in and out slowly before being joined by a second, the painful pleasurable intrusion making the Sethonian girl moan round her mouthful of vampire cock.

Keeping his greased fingers sawing in and out of her tight clean ass Spike dripped lubricant onto his length and smeared it over his skin with his left hand. "You want to try it yet baby?"

"Yersepweaze." She managed to say not taking her other project completely out of her mouth as she spoke. She looked up at her other grinning partner and removing her lips for a second unminded of the trail of spit that opened out between them hissing two words. "Hold me!"

Knowing precisely what she meant Spike did what a Gentleman shouldn't, he took a firm hold on the back of her head with his right hand and began to guide her, taking control of the blow job and setting his own pace.

"Right then darlin' 'old still." Carefully positioning his cock at the entrance to the orifice he'd greased future Spike very very slowly applied pressure. Valandra had been taking him like this for centuries they being demons but still she was as tight as the first time, he had to go slowly to avoid causeing her too much pain. "Cause in I go."

Held as she was, 'forced' to go on sucking, Valandra's moans of pleasure mixed with pain where very muffled, but for all that she didn't quit pleasuring the organ in her mouth, her tongue licking the underside even as she sucked the head, but the sensation as Spike gradually stretched her sphincter open with the head of his cock was sending messages of lust racing up her spine. Then it was past and he began to slowly make that first thrust home, stretching the sensitive tissues of her inner walls listening to her muffled slow moan of delight at the sensation.

And then Spike stood there revelling in the tightness and waited.
Slowly Valandra moved her hips forward until Spike was almost out of her body, and then just as slowly she thrust back. The "Oh Christ." She elicited from him was heartfelt the squeezing of her muscles almost sending him over the edge straight away. "And again pet."

Valandra repeated the action just as slowly and carefully even as she started to suck the other Spike harder her fingers massaging his balls delightfully, she could feel them rapidly start to tighten as another orgasm drew near. Her mind might be being blow apart by what she was slowly doing to herself on her Sire's cock but Valandra still had it in her to show off. Switching one hand from Spike's balls to his cock she started stroking him quickly her mouth leaving his glans at the last second as she poised mouth open and caught every drop of his ejaculation on her waiting tongue.

She brought her head up a little giving the gasping Spike in front of her a view of her cum coated tongue before swallowing everydrop and licking her lips afterwards. Somehow she managed to ask. "Do you know what they sat about Princesses Spike?"

"No kitten, what do they say." Spike felt like he'd lost the use of his cock she had so exhausted him. Four fast orgasms could really taken it out of even a vampire.

"That there's a wanna be porn star in all of us." She pushed herself back onto future Spike harder now as her ass had stretched to accommodate him. Looking back over her shoulder it was his turn to see the Vampress smile. "Fuck me Spike, fuck my ass, bugger me hard!"

Not needing to be asked twice Spike started thrusting his hips back and too, but still slowly, still not wanting to damage her. His left hand slipped between her legs and two fingers easily slid into her other gaping orifice slick and greased as it was with her own and present Spike's body fluids, he pumped her swiftly with them whilst at the same time flicking her nubbin with his thumb. Her reaction was to tighten the muscles of her ass around him intensifying his pleasure even more. "Oh bloody 'ell luv, oh 'ell that feels good."

"Bad boy.....oh baby your such a bad boy, bugger me Spike, do it faster.....faster....Oh baby yes, yessss, yeeesssssss!" Screaming and shaking with the pleasure of it Valandra came hard her ass constricting as she did so and milking an ice cold discharge from her lover into her almost steaming back passage. His eyes crossed at the sensation even as slowly and carefully he squeezed back out of her.

"Bloody 'ell girl." He panted standing unsteadily behind her watching as his cum slowly oozed out of her still distended rosette. "One of these days your going to combust me up there."

"But what a way to go huh." Stretching herself like a big cat Valandra rolled over onto her slightly sore bottom. Without any concious effort she opened her legs wide and held them open with her hands on her spread thighs. "But I don't believe for a second that I've unmanned you. Get it up for me baby, do me again sugar one last fuck before we go home."

Spike looked down at his sweat coated lover, at her heaving breasts and at the open slickness that was her core. Her body reeked off sex and the look she was giving him sent him from zero to hero in a second. "How many will this be kitten."

"Third in my pussy, then there's two good long tongue fucks and you in my ass. But thats nothing lover remember that night of Zadari Nine when I took on you and all my male Childe for that silly gang bang bet you made and I lost. If I can manage to get thirty guys off three times each in a night I can sure as hell manage to satisfy two." One of her hands came around to her cleft opening the lips of her sex for him. "Please my Sire no more talking, pleasure your dearest Childe now."

"My Princess how could I not." He was in her in seconds her body taking his intrusion with ease. As her legs locked around him he gave her what she wanted a hard ruthless but loving ploughing that made her keening cries of pleasure fill the whole room. "My gorgeous Sethonian Queen."

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Spike didn't get up from the bed as the lovers dressed. He just lay there covered by the sheet Valandra had gently pulled over him. He had watched them though, watched them shower together through the open bathroom door, watched Valandra first fellate and then get fucked hard again by her Sire, then his attention had drifted and he had reached over to the bedside cabinet to the second draw down and pulled out a folder. Then slowly and carefully he pulled the pictures out of it.

Buffy as a teen, Buffy in the years when she was his enemy. Buffy as a twenty year old, the Buffy who became his lover. Then there were the New York years. Some portrait style photographs he'd taken sober of her in each year and other shakier ones at parties, a battered envelope that he didn't open now, knowing that it contained two dozen poleroids that she'd let him take with a camera she'd handed him just after her twenty third. The playfully sexy poses in and out of her black bikini were too painful to adore now. And on they went slowly down the years as she aged and her sicknesses began to take a toll.

"Oh Buffy luv I'm sorry, sorry that your gone, sorry that I'm all alone, sorry for what I just done, and really bloody sorry that I was plannin' to kill myself cause I know you 'ad to be lookin' down an' cryin' to see that. I'm sorry luv, I'm sorry for the pain I must 'ave caused you in those moments."

He looked up to see Valandra walk back through the door drying her hair on a towel. *She's beautiful isn't she my luv, but that ain't the main thing, the main thing is that they hurt her so badly, killed 'er family and broke 'er spirit.....Almost. But then I'm supposed to find 'er and save 'er?*

*God I wish it 'ad been you that found 'er. You would 'ave 'elped 'er fight, or found some way to give her a new life. Me, well cause I'm a vamp I guess I'm goin' to do it the old fashioned way, But I can tell it's not just Sire and Childe, I can tell she loves me with all she has Demon and Sethonian both. And I think eventually I might luv her too.*

*But she'll only ever be my princess luv, you my Queen now and forever, an' after the warnin' I got today don't think that I'm ever goin' to forget you, you'll always be in my heart.*

Dressed now Valandra came over to him and sat on the side of the bed. Looking down at the photographs she gently stroked his arm. "She was very pretty wasn't she?"

"Yes she was."

"And a hero, a warrior, a shieldmaiden."

"Warrior yes, not sure about the maiden though pet."

"And you loved her." Valandra kissed his left cheek. "And you'll honour her memory?"

"Always." He turned and looked deep into her brown eyes. "Tell me kitten 'ave I always done right by you?"

"Every second of every day for seven hundred years, you've never let me down, never betrayed me, never been cruel or hurt me unless I begged you real nice for it. I've always been sure of your love."

"Then I 'ave honoured her." He looked down again at his favourite picture of Buffy a shot he'd taken of her in her new apartment just after settling in New York, smiling happy and dressed to kill. "Cause thats 'ow she would 'ave wanted me to be."

He faced Valandra again his lips moving towards her's their kiss this time was light and soft tenderness itself. When they broke he whispered. "But I think you'd best be off 'ome now Kitten, I got some grievin' to do, but I will be there for you I promise."

She stroked her hand down across his chest and rose pauseing only to say. "I love you Spike." Before walking to the step ladder.

"Well old son." Future Spike was in his uniform again his shower damp hair combed neatly back. "I 'ope I've eased your pain just a little. The drinkin' will 'elp an' at least until old age gets 'em you'll 'ave Dawn an' Anya and Xander to talk too. After that well just sit back an' watch an laugh as humanity screws up."

Spike leaned down and cold lips planted a kiss on the reclining vampires forehead. "It's not going to be that bad mate. Man United win the Premiership at least forty times and the Champions league six times in the next century, and despite all the tears and the screamin' and the runnin' and the dyin' there's been alot of other fun. So you be good my lad, don't do nothin' silly."

Then he turned to Valandra. "Well luv I think we better go."
Spike didn't watch as both he and his future Mate climbed the ladder, the blue flashes that filled the room indicated their departure but he paid no heed. When he opened his eyes the portal had sealed.

He was alone.

Once more.

The End

Stuff I ripped off for this fic.

Btvs of course, God bless you Mr Whedon sir.

Roswell, thank you for a way pretty girl whose Alien name is Valandra

Starship Troopers.

Pitch Black.

The President of the United States.....errr. The horrible events of 9/11 occurred two months after I wrote this and very many hatchets were buried (including that Sino-American one revolving round the mid air collision) and he seemed to be turning out to be ok. Then for no particular reason he and the similarly idiot runner of my own country decided to invade Iraq to secure non existent WMD and close down not happening cooperation with Islamic Fundamentalist terrorists. We’ve all seen how well that’s gone. And even after New Orleans there’s no real penny seeming to have dropped with his administration that the constant hottest, wettest, windiest events might be a hint of something!

The SSI Computer game Reach for the Stars for the Hive.

People I'm thanking.

Sabre Shadowkitten: Who hosted this fic for many years and whose challenge this was, most peoples responses were 4 pages max, mine competed with War and Peace

And all you good kind people who read all the way through to the end and then went "Huh, what was that all about!?!"

Thanks