Title: Cincinnati
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Willow/Angel, Willow/Spike
Summary: If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later. ~ Mark Twain
For: Carla this was as close to Willow/Angel as I could get for you babe.
Word Count: 280

Willow was aware of the Twain quote … everything comes to Cincinnati ten years later, including the end of the world.

Well he must have been some kind of prophet because that seemed to be holding true. As far as they knew the rest of the world was dead … except this backwards city. Been here eight years with just a few people that managed to get this far. Family as it were.

She and Angel kept everything running smooth, or as smooth as possible considering the oxygen was running out. They built greenhouses with trees and little oxygen tanks that had trees in them that people had to wear everywhere except the greenhouses. There was no going outside in the daylight, because the skin would peel off in seconds from radiation and heat.

Angel kept people amazingly upbeat. Somewhere along the way they traded roles. Angel was now the quirky one while Willow brooded.

When Spike dropped by though, Angel would get serious and be on guard. Soul or no, Spike would leave for weeks and come back mostly starved and feral.

The whole no perfect happiness thing was something that Willow could never fix for Angel, and they didn't want to risk anything by having sex with each other. But it seemed that it worked out that Willow could have sex with Spike … while Angel watched. Really Willow didn't want to have sex with either of them, preferring women. There were just no women left. And well …

It was over twenty years ago that Willow had last seen someone of the female persuasion, so she didn't expect to find any more … not even in Cincinnati.

Title: Vision of Us
Author: Megan
Rating: M to be safe
Pairing: Willow/Angel/Spike
Dedication: snogged as an extremely late birthday present
Beta: the lovely Gabrielle who was a dear to work so quickly. All mistakes are mine and mine alone!
Notes: Sort of a continuation on my last drabble: Cincinnati and I have no idea how I sat down and wrote this much in just a few hours when I usually can only get out a couple paragraphs a day.
Summary: Post Apocafic: They've been through a lot and they've gone through lots of changes, but she still looks upon them with love.
Word Count: 1241

With a sigh, Willow unlocked the outer airlock door so that Spike could come in. If the video was anything to go by, he seemed a bit more lucid this return. When he was fully in the bunker, he dove for her neck but was much more gentle than she was used to with his bite.

They crumbled to the floor together and just before Willow lost consciousness, she caught a glimpse of Angel out of the corner of her eye. He looked tired. They were all tired. Spike's determination to find anything living out there was taxing all three of them. As far as Willow knew they were the last three animate things on the planet. At the moment, the Earth was recharging after mass extinction and devastation. This time it wasn't volcanoes and asteroids that wiped everything out, but a war between demons pouring from one of the many hellmouths and the humans that were already here and not ready to leave.

For over five hundred years now, Willow and Angel had been certain that the world was not going to bounce back from this. However, when Willow opened her eyes to see her boys standing over her, they both looked like they were the happiest creatures to have ever roamed the Earth.

"Wha?"

"Wait 'til you hear what Spike found!"

"Hey! Let me tell it! I'm the one that found it."

"Okay, Spike, you tell it."

"As you may have figured out because of how long I was gone this time, I went the farthest I ever have before … aaaaaand I found this … a lot of this." Spike held out a handful of some kind of plant. "I didn't want to take much, but I thought you could analyze it and tell us what it is."

The squeal of delight that came out of her had the boys cringing, though they smiled through it. "I can't wait to see if my microscope and centrifuges still work!" With great care, Willow took the green plant stuff out of Spike's hand and took it into her lab. She was thrilled that the solar power they had set up oh so long ago still worked and they had electricity for just this occasion.

While Willow was doing her science thing, Spike and Angel sat in the only domestic room in the entire bunker. It served as the bedroom and living room. There was no longer a kitchen since Willow didn't eat and Angel and Spike ate directly from her. Turned out that something she had done over the first twenty two years or so of her life had made her more immortal than even they were, though they were never able to pinpoint what it was. Twenty-two was when she noticed that she had stopped feeling hunger. Not sure when that started, she still experimented with it and went increasingly long periods of time without eating. At first, she'd just give into the temptation of something tasty and eat out of habit, but as years went by it became clear that she did not need food.

She held it together until after Doug died. He was the last mortal person they knew. When he died, Willow went a bit insane and went on a walkabout longer than any Spike had gone on. She went without a respirator or suit and survived; after that they were certain there was nothing that could kill her. How many times had Spike drained her to the point of death and yet she lived?

She was the center of their universe. Spike went on his journeys in hopes of finding life more for her than for either him or Angel. And Angel kept her company and told her stories of what amazing adventures they would have once the world renewed, even if he never believed it would happen. Well he believed now and the world seemed shiny again.

The two vampires knew better than to really talk to each other since that only led to yelling and fists and blood and tears, Willow's tears, and neither of them wanted to see her cry. So they sat there together on the one cot, Spike's Hazmat rubber duster (because he refused an entire suit) was tossed in the corner. Angel was poking at Spike's shoulders, feeling the stress in them as he started kneading the knots out. Spike took off the many layers of clothes he had on to make it easier for Angel and then lay down on his belly; it seemed like what Angel wanted him to do. He was still gross with crud from being out in the world but showering would have to wait; he was still too drained from this latest journey to move much.

When Angel hit a sensitive spot, Spike moaned. Angel pressed harder on that spot, rubbing it in circles to work out the muscle. Angel had only gotten the uppermost part of Spike's shoulders when music drifted through the bunker. It was soft and lilting and Spike recognized the composition as the one he wrote for Willow when she wasn't doing so well. It was a good thing he'd used that computer program of hers so that it was theirs forever. It was as close to poetry as he would ever write again.

Feeling himself being lifted off the cot, Spike knew they were heading to the shower. He never opened his eyes, but rather reveled in the sensations of warm water sloshing over his skin and the feel of Willow and Angel naked and pressing him between them, wet skin to wet skin. He just let them clean him and touch him. It had been at least a year since he had been home … with his eternal companions. His love for them made them feel like a vision to behold, especially Willow, his mind's eye seeing them as clearly as if his eyes were open.

Willow kept them fed and taken care of. She didn't even seem to mind that they no longer looked all that human. Angel was turning into a green monster while Spike was turning into something more bat-like, though not how he remembered the Master looking. His skin was getting darker and more leathery and his hands and feet were changing. If he wanted to, he could hang upside down off a bar by his feet. His face was changing as well. Willow and Angel told him that his eyes were no longer blue that his nose was starting to change shape, and his lips were thinning out as well. Those last two changes he could feel for himself.

A long time ago, he and Angel had a conversation about this very thing and had been terrified of its inevitability. But the process of changing was slow and Willow never once cringed from them, so Spike didn't feel bad about it anymore; he was fairly sure that Angel didn't care anymore either.

Willow put her arms around the two of them and tried to squeeze them. "My beautiful boys. What would I do without the two of you? I love you, you know?"

They did know and told her so in a hundred different ways, but no matter how many ways they told her they loved her back, the words were often on their lips, just to be sure. Even with all the changes, some things would always stay the same.