Fifty Years
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,021
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Fifty Years
Title: Fifty Years
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: Up to Thet ont on the show and spoilers for my own writing.
Warnings: none
Summary: Spike and Xander return to Sunnydale to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
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Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the Live Journal community Bloodclaim’s Celebration of having fifty members. The challenge was to use the number fifty in some way.
It had been fifty years. A half a century of love, laughter and pain. You can’t have the good without the bad. So much had changed, and yet so much had stayed the same in that time. They had come back to Sunnydale to celebrate and visit old friends. It was hard, seeing Dawn and Tara with wrinkles and gray hair, and Willow in a specialized care facility for Alzheimer’s. It was hard seeing the once intelligent witch lost within herself. She did recognize Xander though, the nurses at the home thought it was his grandfather. Little did they know.
The ladies were all that was left of the old gang, besides Xander and Spike. Buffy had died nearly forty years ago, fighting the good fight. Giles followed just two years after; he was never the same after her death. Still she was the longest living Slayer ever, that had to say something about how good a Watcher the man was. Willow and Tara had taken over the shop and Tara and Dawn still ran it. The longest living owners of The Magic Box, it was almost a town legend.
Spike and Xander stood hand in hand looking at the house on Revello Drive. They were lost in memories, both good and bad. The gang had finally accepted their relationship when they saw that nothing was going to tear them apart. Still there was a time of hurt; when Xander was separated from his two dearest friends. It literally took the end of the world to bring them back together.
Xander took an un-needed breath and looked at his mate. “Come on, let’s do this.”
“You know luv, we don’t have to do this; its not as if they are expecting us.” Spike snubbed out the cigarette he’d been smoking. He was still wearing the same duster after all these years.
Xander pulled at his hair. It now reached the small of his back; Spike liked it long. “Yeah, we do Spike. They don’t have much time left; I can’t pass up the chance to see them. I know we just saw them last year at Wes’s funeral, but we have something they don’t, time.” That was the hardest part of having eternity with his lover. Watching the people he loved die. He never got used to it, but that was a good thing, it meant he still cared.
“You’re right Pet, but I know this is hard on you.” As he spoke, Spike was rubbing his thumb along the back of Xander’s hand, trying to be comforting.
“Yeah,” Xander sighed, “but the night isn’t gonna last forever. We can’t stand here till dawn comes.”
They both walked up to the house. The lights were on so they knew that Tara or Dawn was home. Xander raised his hand and knocked on the door. Both of them could hear two heartbeats inside, and footsteps coming to the door. Dawn. They waited while she checked the peephole and could hear her breath catch. They both braced themselves for the squeal of delight that came, Dawn could still break their eardrums, despite her age of sixty-five.
“Spike! Xander! You’re here!” Spike looked at his oldest friend. She was the first of the Scoobies that accepted him. The innocence that shone in her eyes was still there to a degree, despite all the things sad sad seen in her life.
Dawn stepped back from the doorway, “Come in Spike and Xander.” She formally invited them into her home; Tara was standing behind her with one of her small but beautiful smiles.
The two vampires, one souled and one not, entered the home of the greatest vampire slayer ever to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of their Unlife together.
Fini
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: Up to Thet ont on the show and spoilers for my own writing.
Warnings: none
Summary: Spike and Xander return to Sunnydale to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
Archives: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the Live Journal community Bloodclaim’s Celebration of having fifty members. The challenge was to use the number fifty in some way.
It had been fifty years. A half a century of love, laughter and pain. You can’t have the good without the bad. So much had changed, and yet so much had stayed the same in that time. They had come back to Sunnydale to celebrate and visit old friends. It was hard, seeing Dawn and Tara with wrinkles and gray hair, and Willow in a specialized care facility for Alzheimer’s. It was hard seeing the once intelligent witch lost within herself. She did recognize Xander though, the nurses at the home thought it was his grandfather. Little did they know.
The ladies were all that was left of the old gang, besides Xander and Spike. Buffy had died nearly forty years ago, fighting the good fight. Giles followed just two years after; he was never the same after her death. Still she was the longest living Slayer ever, that had to say something about how good a Watcher the man was. Willow and Tara had taken over the shop and Tara and Dawn still ran it. The longest living owners of The Magic Box, it was almost a town legend.
Spike and Xander stood hand in hand looking at the house on Revello Drive. They were lost in memories, both good and bad. The gang had finally accepted their relationship when they saw that nothing was going to tear them apart. Still there was a time of hurt; when Xander was separated from his two dearest friends. It literally took the end of the world to bring them back together.
Xander took an un-needed breath and looked at his mate. “Come on, let’s do this.”
“You know luv, we don’t have to do this; its not as if they are expecting us.” Spike snubbed out the cigarette he’d been smoking. He was still wearing the same duster after all these years.
Xander pulled at his hair. It now reached the small of his back; Spike liked it long. “Yeah, we do Spike. They don’t have much time left; I can’t pass up the chance to see them. I know we just saw them last year at Wes’s funeral, but we have something they don’t, time.” That was the hardest part of having eternity with his lover. Watching the people he loved die. He never got used to it, but that was a good thing, it meant he still cared.
“You’re right Pet, but I know this is hard on you.” As he spoke, Spike was rubbing his thumb along the back of Xander’s hand, trying to be comforting.
“Yeah,” Xander sighed, “but the night isn’t gonna last forever. We can’t stand here till dawn comes.”
They both walked up to the house. The lights were on so they knew that Tara or Dawn was home. Xander raised his hand and knocked on the door. Both of them could hear two heartbeats inside, and footsteps coming to the door. Dawn. They waited while she checked the peephole and could hear her breath catch. They both braced themselves for the squeal of delight that came, Dawn could still break their eardrums, despite her age of sixty-five.
“Spike! Xander! You’re here!” Spike looked at his oldest friend. She was the first of the Scoobies that accepted him. The innocence that shone in her eyes was still there to a degree, despite all the things sad sad seen in her life.
Dawn stepped back from the doorway, “Come in Spike and Xander.” She formally invited them into her home; Tara was standing behind her with one of her small but beautiful smiles.
The two vampires, one souled and one not, entered the home of the greatest vampire slayer ever to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of their Unlife together.
Fini