Yes, this story popped into my head at about 4 in the morning after reading fanfiction continuously for about 5 hours. That sounds sad, I don't regularly do that, but I did last night.

I actually know where this is going

It will be Spuffy eventually, but will start as Spike/OC

It's not Willow/Xander or Xander/Anya, it just acknowledges that relationships between them happened. I don't think Anya will be in this story...

Summary

At the end of season 6 Buffy was pulled into another dimension. None of her friends or family knew what had happened to her, they all moved on with their lives. 50 years later Buffy returns, although for her it's only been a week. She comes back and sees the results of her friends lives, their marks on the world, what they did, what happened to Sunnydale, etc.

The year 2052

"Mum, Dad, You here?" Allie-Marie called out throughout her empty childhood home.

She wandered around, through her old kitchen, up the stairs, and to her old room.

She sat down on her bed and grabbed the little stuffed pig that had been one of her few toys through her childhood. Allie-Marie, or just Allie as her friends called her, was now 35 years of age. Her parents, Willow Rosenburg and Alexander Harris, were supposed to meet her at the house where she practically grew up. She had a majorly dysfunctional childhood. Both her parents hated her and everybody else ignored her, except her Aunt Dawn. Her mum hated her for destroying her life, her dad hated her for making him lose his wife, Anya. And everybody else was just never around, Allie was an outsider. There were things they talked about behind her back, things from the past that they didn't want her to know about.

So, on her half yearly trip to visit her Mother and Father, along with her Aunt Dawn and Grandpa Giles, Allie had found her way back to Revello Drive, Sunnydale.

Hopping off her bed, she walked back down to her car and popped the boot. She would have to drag the entire luggage up herself, as Spike needed to visit some old friends in L.A.

She rolled her first two suitcases up the path to the door, struggling to get them up the steps. She steadied herself and continued to yank the luggage up the staircase to her room. She left the two suitcases of clothes outside her door and skipped back down to get her bags full of gifts and shoes. Although her family thought it unnecessary to give regular gifts for birthdays and Christmas's, Allie thought the sentiment was nice. So in her bag she had gifts from both her,Spike and their twin daughters Trinity and Shaylee. Trinity and Shaylee were both 3 years old and were serious mischief makers. They had Spikes brown curls from before he felt the need to die his hair and gel it back. They had her sparkling green eyes and cute button nose. Trinity was a Mommas girl and Shaylee was a Daddies little princess. Her and Spike spoiled them rotten.

When she got the other two bags to her room she hurried back down and got her daughters out of her car.

Buffy felt her body jolt around. It felt as though she was being torn apart piece by piece and each individual piece was being shoved through a mincer. She tried to scream but no sound came out. She struggled but found that she couldn't feel any part of her body; she started panicking, trying to struggle and scream harder. Suddenly the pain stop and she found herself screaming and writhing on wet, dew covered grass. She stopped screaming and wriggling, just lying still and trying to figure out what happened. One minute she was floating around peacefully in calm, serene dimension. Not the heavenly dimension she was in when she died before, just a peaceful one. No knowledge of completeness but the feeling of being sedated and not having a care in the world. Apart from that feeling, she couldn't remember anything else. She had no idea what went on there. And now, here she was. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking a bit to adjust to bright stars she was staring straight at. It was pitch black apart from the stars. Buffy sat up slowly; careful not to bring back the horrible feeling she had before. Surveying her surroundings, she assumed she was in a cemetery. There were big stone angels and headstones surrounding her, she let her eyes follow a stone path near her and found the big gate at the entrance of the cemetery. She got up, acutely aware of her pounding headache and unsteadiness, and made her way dizzily towards the gate.

Where was she? She was sure she recognised this place, but couldn't remember for the life of her where she was. As she got closer to the gate she read the backwards letters labelling the cemetery as "Sunnydale Cemetery"

Should I continue? How was it? Be truthful...