This could be classified as an ending to either my 'Destined' story, or my 'Xander's Luck' story.

(I do not own any of the Buffy characters.)

Xander sighed, as he leaned back in his chair. Things were actually quiet. His charge was finally asleep, after a long night of slaying. Then he looked over at a few pictures on his desk, and grinned as he thought back through the past several years.

His old self would never have imagined himself as a watcher and leader of America's council. There he was, nevertheless. G-man had died ten years ago. Willow was running the Australian Watcher's council, with Andrew tagging along. He'd changed a lot though. He could give trouble to vampires now.

Buffy as it turned out, reached the Powers pre-determined stop point for her powers cut-off. She and human Spike were finally able to lead normal lives, after being hidden for five years to make sure demons wouldn't come after them. Ten years later, they came back and started training new slayers. Normal life was too dull. They brought their daughter with them. She was named Jessica, nicknamed Jessie by her friends in school. .

Faith died from, out of everything she'd survived, an escaped elephant slamming into her car as she drove down the road past a zoo. If she'd lived through it, she and Xander would've been cracking jokes about it for awhile. So he did it in his mind, in memory of her humor. Others wouldn't understand.

Dawn had become as powerful a witch as Willow, and was running a slayer/witch school in London.

There was one irritating thing that Xander found about being a watcher, though. Training a British slayer, who kept calling him X-man. She also thought he was stuffy, and that he should drink more tea. Giles was definitely laughing his head off in heaven.