A/N: Well here it is. The epilogue you asked for. Actually I think the story needed this. I think I may have written it a bit too fluffy, but hey it nice to read something warm and fuzzy every now and then. Hope you all enjoy reading it.
A couple of months later at Thanks Giving.
The house on Revello drive was more crowded then usual. A number of cars lay parked outside. Inside the many visitors, who although not technically relatives felt just like family, were scattered about the place. Various delicious cooking smells wafted out of the kitchen making the people sitting in the living room feel even hungrier then they thought they were. Angel was sitting on the couch discussing the latest case Angel Investigations had stumbled upon with Wesley who was sitting in a nearby chair. The whole crew from Los Angeles had come to Sunnydale for Thanks Giving. Angel had been visiting more frequently and longer to spend time with his daughter. He was considering moving back to Sunnydale but didn't want shock Sam with too many sudden changes in her life.
Gunn and Xander were having a very animated conversation involving large hand movements. It appeared as if they were sharing their greatest battle details like old fishermen illustrating the size of 'the one that got away'. Dawn who was home for the holidays was perched on the side of an armchair telling Giles all about her latest book deal and what life in New York was like.
In the kitchen Willow was attempting to make homemade cranberry sauce from scratch, every now and then she'd glance at the turkey roasting in the oven to make sure it wasn't burning. Sam sat on a stool at the counter in the centre of the kitchen, cutting up tomatoes and arranging them in a huge bowl of salad. In the dinning room Cordelia and Fred were setting out the plates and cutlery while chatting.
A knock on the door briefly interrupted the conversation in the living room. Giles got up to answer it and Dawn went off to the kitchen to see if Willow needed any help. Sam who had heard the knocking from the kitchen abandoned her salad making and rushed to the front door beating Giles to it. She opened the door and grinned at the person standing there. "I thought you said you couldn't come." "Yeah well I'm evil so I'm allowed to lie."
Spike was standing on the porch looking slightly embarrassed. Giles nearly laughed. When Sam had asked if she could invite Spike for Thanks Giving he and Angel had reluctantly agreed. After all Spike had helped them out in Los Angeles. But Giles had never expected Spike to actually turn up. "What are you grinning at Watcher?" "Nothing" Giles dismissed. "Would you like to come in?" "Thought you'd never ask." Spike replied and followed Giles and Sam into the living room.
Sam bounded into the room and over to Angel, sitting down next to him. "Hey Dad look who made it." Angel looked up and saw Spike standing there looking uncomfortable. Their eyes met and silently agreed to be civil with one another this evening. For Sam's sake of course. Surprisingly the atmosphere in the room wasn't strained and instead felt relaxed.
Xander approached Spike with a friendly handshake. "Hey fangless, how you doing?" "Just peachy, whelp. How's the fast food industry?" Spike replied. Xander just grinned back at Spike, "You know, I wouldn't know. I'm in construction now." They were interrupted by Willow's appearance in the doorway "Dinner's ready."
The large group managed to fit around the dinning room table. It was slightly squashed but very cosy. They ate the delicious meal, praising Willow for the turkey and chatted about everything from Cordelia's career in film and television as Gunn made fun of her latest advertisement, to Sam's winning chemistry project in her school science fair. Fred and Willow started giving her ideas for next year's project. Giles and Wesley discussed how far they gotten translating the ancient scrolls Tyreji and whether they believed the prophecies were accurate. Dawn was describing her latest boyfriend, Jeremy, to Cordelia in great detail. Xander was telling Spike and Angel all about the big battles against evil they had fought in Sunnydale over the last 15 years, which they had missed out on.
They were already half way through dinner when Sam suddenly exclaimed quite loudly with her mouth full of potato that they had forgotten to do a toast. Everyone fell silent and Angel was the first to raise his glass. "To Buffy" he said quietly. Everyone repeated his toast with raised glasses. Well except Spike, who replaced the word buffy with slutty. But overall it was a lovely gesture.
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