Spike watched as Buffy despaired. This always tore him up inside. He might
be in heaven but he was living hell. Suddenly Buffy got up to go patrol.
Wait a minute, why is she going into the motel? 'No Buffy, I'm not worth
this' Tears fell from his eyes as he watched his once strong and happy
Slayer take her own life.
'Spike'
He didn't even realize someone else was in the room. He didn't even turn to face this newcomer, merely said, 'Hello Joyce'
'The powers wish to see you'
'Well they'll have to bloody wait. I'm a LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT'
She understood his harsh words. He had just watched the love of his life, her daughter, kill herself.
'It was not meant to be.'
'What?'
'Her death and yours were not meant to be'
'Joyce?'
As Spike turned around he found that Joyce was no longer in the room. In fact the 'powers' with their merry old ways had apparently gotten him into their chambers without him knowing he had ever left his own room.
'What do you mean our deaths were not meant to be'
'You two were the chosen ones'
'Not this crap again...'
'And you were chosen to restore harmony for the Moonchild'
'What the hell is a moonchild? It sounds like one of the flower people I ate.'
'The Moonchild were a glorious race of gods and goddesses that controlled this universe. Unfortunately, Moonchildren can not reproduce together. Every moonchild's match is from Earth.'
(AN: O.k., for the reviews. I ask no one to try and come up with ideas about the Moonchild' unless it is a question. The idea of there race has been in my head for years. Other than that, please review. Give me ideas o.k. Thanks! G-bye!)
'Spike'
He didn't even realize someone else was in the room. He didn't even turn to face this newcomer, merely said, 'Hello Joyce'
'The powers wish to see you'
'Well they'll have to bloody wait. I'm a LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT'
She understood his harsh words. He had just watched the love of his life, her daughter, kill herself.
'It was not meant to be.'
'What?'
'Her death and yours were not meant to be'
'Joyce?'
As Spike turned around he found that Joyce was no longer in the room. In fact the 'powers' with their merry old ways had apparently gotten him into their chambers without him knowing he had ever left his own room.
'What do you mean our deaths were not meant to be'
'You two were the chosen ones'
'Not this crap again...'
'And you were chosen to restore harmony for the Moonchild'
'What the hell is a moonchild? It sounds like one of the flower people I ate.'
'The Moonchild were a glorious race of gods and goddesses that controlled this universe. Unfortunately, Moonchildren can not reproduce together. Every moonchild's match is from Earth.'
(AN: O.k., for the reviews. I ask no one to try and come up with ideas about the Moonchild' unless it is a question. The idea of there race has been in my head for years. Other than that, please review. Give me ideas o.k. Thanks! G-bye!)