Hey! Wow. Did you all see the series finale? I laughed, I cried, I cheered, and then I cried some more. How sad was the whole Buffy/Spike thing? And Anya died?!? I knew both were gonna happen but I was just distraught anyway. I think that it ended well as a whole but I think that Spike and Buffy deserved a little something else. And so I have decided to continue the saga on my own. And so, I present to you with this fanfic that came out of my girly brain. Oh and it takes place during the first Christmas after Chosen.
Disclaimer-i don't own these characters.....but i think you knew that already
Chapter 1
Dawn inhaled deeply, the moist morning air filling her lungs. She was glad they had decided to return to England with Giles. She watched the fog rise slowly off the hills and pulled her shaul tighter around her shoulders. Snow had begun to fall lightly, as it was that time of year. She heard light footsteps behind her. She turned to see Xander walking slowly towards her. She smiled at him over her shoulder. He stood behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist. Dawn lightly kissed him on the cheek.
"'Morning," he whispered in her ear.
"Mmm."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing in particular. Just thinking."
"About what?"
She giggled. "You're a nosy one aren't you?"
"Just curious."
"I was just thinkin about that time when the whole town was possessed so that we sang instead of talked. You and Anya had quite a catchy number."
"Yeah." A single tear rolled down Xander's cheek.
Dawn turned to face him, she had also begun to cry. "Oh, Xander, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Sometimes I just talk without thinking. Look, here I go just blabbing on and on and on..."
Xander pulled her tighly against his chest, sobbing heavily. "I just miss them so much."
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Buffy Summers pulled the large cable knit sweater over her head. She stood in front of the mirror, pulling her long hair into a tight bun at the back of her head. She walked out of the small room into the kitchen. The farm house was small and old but it offered the kind of warm atmosphere that Buffy had needed. Willow was already awake, flipping pancakes in a large skillet.
"Well good morning sleepyhead," Willow said with a smile.
"Where's Kennedy?" Buffy asked as she grabbed a pancake off the stack and laid it on her plate.
"She went to find Xander and Dawn." Willow sat down at the old butcher-block table across from Buffy. "Pass me the syrup."
Buffy passed Willow the syrup. "Where are they?"
"Probably off in the woods ingaging in some kind of sexual act. Are the pancakes dry to you? Mines dry."
"What?!?"
"Jeez, Buff, I was just kidding. YOu know Xander wouldn't ever try anything like that. They probably went for a walk or something. I think it's good, for both of them. Even though it is kinda creepy."
"You think it's creepy. She's my kid sister and Xander's like my brother and that makes him like her brother by default and.......ewwwwww."
"Please Buffy. I would like to finish my breakfast."
The door flew open and a gust of cold air entered. Xander, Dawn, and Keneddy entered, dusting the snow off of their shoulders.
"It's like hell's freezing over out there," Xander joked as he sat down at the table.
"What?" Buffy nearly leapt out of her chair.
"Chill, Buffy. It's just a joke, a figure of speech," Dawn said as she handed Xander his breakfast and then sat down next to him with her own.
"Oh yeah. Hehe. Sorry guys. It's just, I can't get used to not having to worry about the next end of the world and what not."
"That's understandable," Keneddy sat down next to Willow. Willow smiled at her and rubbed her knee under the table. "So I was planning on going into town today but I think mother nature has other plans."
They all looked out the window. "It's really coming down. I bet we'll have a foot by noon," Xander observed.
"We should probably get the sheep in the barn," Dawn said to him.
"Yah." He wiped his mouth on his sleve and picked up all the empty plates. Willow stood and went to the closet for their coats. She tossed Xander his and put on her heavy parka.
"We'll be back in a bit," Dawn called back as the door closed behind them.
"Maybe we should go get some firewood. We are running a little low," Keneddy said to Willow.
"Good idea."
They quickly left and Buffy was left alone. She sighed and walked to the sink. She started the hot water, letting it pour over the dirty dishes. The past few months had been so lonely. She never imagined that she would miss Spike so much. She was eternaly grateful to him for what he had done. Those last moments had been the some of the most beautiful in her life. And what bothered her most was the way he did not believe her when she told him how she really felt. If only she had one more chance, just one more time to thank him for what he had done for her. She sat down in one of the wooden chairs, her face in her soapy hands. She cried for Spike, for Anya, for her mother. She was so alone and she had just relized it.
Disclaimer-i don't own these characters.....but i think you knew that already
Chapter 1
Dawn inhaled deeply, the moist morning air filling her lungs. She was glad they had decided to return to England with Giles. She watched the fog rise slowly off the hills and pulled her shaul tighter around her shoulders. Snow had begun to fall lightly, as it was that time of year. She heard light footsteps behind her. She turned to see Xander walking slowly towards her. She smiled at him over her shoulder. He stood behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist. Dawn lightly kissed him on the cheek.
"'Morning," he whispered in her ear.
"Mmm."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing in particular. Just thinking."
"About what?"
She giggled. "You're a nosy one aren't you?"
"Just curious."
"I was just thinkin about that time when the whole town was possessed so that we sang instead of talked. You and Anya had quite a catchy number."
"Yeah." A single tear rolled down Xander's cheek.
Dawn turned to face him, she had also begun to cry. "Oh, Xander, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Sometimes I just talk without thinking. Look, here I go just blabbing on and on and on..."
Xander pulled her tighly against his chest, sobbing heavily. "I just miss them so much."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy Summers pulled the large cable knit sweater over her head. She stood in front of the mirror, pulling her long hair into a tight bun at the back of her head. She walked out of the small room into the kitchen. The farm house was small and old but it offered the kind of warm atmosphere that Buffy had needed. Willow was already awake, flipping pancakes in a large skillet.
"Well good morning sleepyhead," Willow said with a smile.
"Where's Kennedy?" Buffy asked as she grabbed a pancake off the stack and laid it on her plate.
"She went to find Xander and Dawn." Willow sat down at the old butcher-block table across from Buffy. "Pass me the syrup."
Buffy passed Willow the syrup. "Where are they?"
"Probably off in the woods ingaging in some kind of sexual act. Are the pancakes dry to you? Mines dry."
"What?!?"
"Jeez, Buff, I was just kidding. YOu know Xander wouldn't ever try anything like that. They probably went for a walk or something. I think it's good, for both of them. Even though it is kinda creepy."
"You think it's creepy. She's my kid sister and Xander's like my brother and that makes him like her brother by default and.......ewwwwww."
"Please Buffy. I would like to finish my breakfast."
The door flew open and a gust of cold air entered. Xander, Dawn, and Keneddy entered, dusting the snow off of their shoulders.
"It's like hell's freezing over out there," Xander joked as he sat down at the table.
"What?" Buffy nearly leapt out of her chair.
"Chill, Buffy. It's just a joke, a figure of speech," Dawn said as she handed Xander his breakfast and then sat down next to him with her own.
"Oh yeah. Hehe. Sorry guys. It's just, I can't get used to not having to worry about the next end of the world and what not."
"That's understandable," Keneddy sat down next to Willow. Willow smiled at her and rubbed her knee under the table. "So I was planning on going into town today but I think mother nature has other plans."
They all looked out the window. "It's really coming down. I bet we'll have a foot by noon," Xander observed.
"We should probably get the sheep in the barn," Dawn said to him.
"Yah." He wiped his mouth on his sleve and picked up all the empty plates. Willow stood and went to the closet for their coats. She tossed Xander his and put on her heavy parka.
"We'll be back in a bit," Dawn called back as the door closed behind them.
"Maybe we should go get some firewood. We are running a little low," Keneddy said to Willow.
"Good idea."
They quickly left and Buffy was left alone. She sighed and walked to the sink. She started the hot water, letting it pour over the dirty dishes. The past few months had been so lonely. She never imagined that she would miss Spike so much. She was eternaly grateful to him for what he had done. Those last moments had been the some of the most beautiful in her life. And what bothered her most was the way he did not believe her when she told him how she really felt. If only she had one more chance, just one more time to thank him for what he had done for her. She sat down in one of the wooden chairs, her face in her soapy hands. She cried for Spike, for Anya, for her mother. She was so alone and she had just relized it.