DISCLAIMERS: I don't own any. Of course, Joss=God.
PAIRINGS: B/S all the way.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, but first email me so I'll know where this story is going to.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The chapters before this were all written before the finale and it was my take on it according to spoilers. The actual finale made me cry...yes I'm emotional like that. This chapter is according to this story, not the exactly the finale itself (although I'm writing about the finale). Sorry if that didn't make sense, I'll shut up now.
Please review, I know you probably hear that 349673946 times but I'd really appreciate feedback, good or bad.
********
|+|Home|+|
*3 years later*
"Mommy look! I caught a frog!"
Buffy bent down and looked at the slimy creature in her son's small, chubby hands. "What are you going to call it?" she asked, smiling.
"Hmm...Fred," he decided.
"Yes it definitely looks like a Fred," replied Buffy, ruffling her son's hair.
Suddenly, the frog leaped from the boy's hands and he dove to catch it. "Be careful will!" Bufy called after him.
It had been three years, almost to the exact day since that fateful fight of all fights with evil itself. Xander, as well as all of the Scoobies, had quietly mourned Anya. Andrew moved to a little town in Italy, quite accidently in fact. He lost his passport while there and just decided to stay.
Willow and Kennedy were married now, living close by to Buffy. Dawn was at college and Giles returned back to England, his work here done.
Her job as the Slayer was unneccessary anymore. There were hundreds of other Slayers around the world now, so Buffy lived quietly in her home, patrolling against things that go bump in the night. She had opened up a self-defense school for women along with Willow and Kennedy.
She lived with her son, William Summers. He was Spike's baby, a miracle in itself. She could hardly believe it herself when she found out she was pregnant. Apparently, since Spike basically saved mankind, the demon in him was expelled and he was turned back into a human. Of course, when Will was conceived, Spike wasn't human but he had been allowed to father a child for the good that the future child would do in the world.
Buffy gazed at her son, sunlight playing off his brown hair, his blue eyes glinting off the stray beams of the sun. So much like his father already.
"Will, it's time to go. It's almost lunchtime."
"Aww mom."
"No 'awws!' You can come back later."
So they walked off, mother and son. One holding memories of a dark time made by a man's love, the other having the blood of the vampire---no, the man. One who redeemed himself in the eyes of everything good and just and gained the love of a beautiful slayer, their souls destined, forever entertwined.
Together, in the sunlight. Buffy and William Junior walked home.
THE END.
A/N: The story was a pleasure to write and I'm so sad that BTVS has ended. This story is my tribute, my homage I guess you could call it, to seven years of great writing, acting and directing. As always, please review.
PAIRINGS: B/S all the way.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, but first email me so I'll know where this story is going to.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The chapters before this were all written before the finale and it was my take on it according to spoilers. The actual finale made me cry...yes I'm emotional like that. This chapter is according to this story, not the exactly the finale itself (although I'm writing about the finale). Sorry if that didn't make sense, I'll shut up now.
Please review, I know you probably hear that 349673946 times but I'd really appreciate feedback, good or bad.
********
|+|Home|+|
*3 years later*
"Mommy look! I caught a frog!"
Buffy bent down and looked at the slimy creature in her son's small, chubby hands. "What are you going to call it?" she asked, smiling.
"Hmm...Fred," he decided.
"Yes it definitely looks like a Fred," replied Buffy, ruffling her son's hair.
Suddenly, the frog leaped from the boy's hands and he dove to catch it. "Be careful will!" Bufy called after him.
It had been three years, almost to the exact day since that fateful fight of all fights with evil itself. Xander, as well as all of the Scoobies, had quietly mourned Anya. Andrew moved to a little town in Italy, quite accidently in fact. He lost his passport while there and just decided to stay.
Willow and Kennedy were married now, living close by to Buffy. Dawn was at college and Giles returned back to England, his work here done.
Her job as the Slayer was unneccessary anymore. There were hundreds of other Slayers around the world now, so Buffy lived quietly in her home, patrolling against things that go bump in the night. She had opened up a self-defense school for women along with Willow and Kennedy.
She lived with her son, William Summers. He was Spike's baby, a miracle in itself. She could hardly believe it herself when she found out she was pregnant. Apparently, since Spike basically saved mankind, the demon in him was expelled and he was turned back into a human. Of course, when Will was conceived, Spike wasn't human but he had been allowed to father a child for the good that the future child would do in the world.
Buffy gazed at her son, sunlight playing off his brown hair, his blue eyes glinting off the stray beams of the sun. So much like his father already.
"Will, it's time to go. It's almost lunchtime."
"Aww mom."
"No 'awws!' You can come back later."
So they walked off, mother and son. One holding memories of a dark time made by a man's love, the other having the blood of the vampire---no, the man. One who redeemed himself in the eyes of everything good and just and gained the love of a beautiful slayer, their souls destined, forever entertwined.
Together, in the sunlight. Buffy and William Junior walked home.
THE END.
A/N: The story was a pleasure to write and I'm so sad that BTVS has ended. This story is my tribute, my homage I guess you could call it, to seven years of great writing, acting and directing. As always, please review.