Yes, this is the end. My knowledge of mountain climbing/hiking and the Los Angeles area is nil so forgive any inaccuracies. snort Um... enjoy?
The day dawned sunny and bright in Los Angeles, as usual. Buffy and Spike had the day off from shooting, their last before they would leave for their respective holiday plans. Neither was sure what the new year would bring but were, deep down, hopefully optimistic. They just weren't sure what the other thought.
They wanted to spend as much time as they could together before they had to leave so Spike suggested they go on a hike, away from the city and everyone else so they would be away from the usual unterruptions. Buffy eagerly agreed, savouring what she thought could very well be the last moments she would have with Spike.
They quickly packed what they would need for the day, a light meal that could be easily packed, some water and a jacket each and called for a car to pick them up. Buffy chattered excitedly, covering her unease and Spike listened attentively, trying to ignore his own inner fears.
When the car dropped them off at the site of a popular hiking spot about twenty miles outside of the city it was late in the morning. They told the driver they'd call when they needed a ride back as they weren't sure how long they wanted to stay out. The driver tipped his hat and left to wait for their call.
Buffy and Spike set out on their trail, noticing a few other hikers who had the same idea that day. They avoided coming too close to anyone in case they were recognized. They didn't want to have their day ruined by some over-exuberant fans and went at their own pace.
Along the way they pointed out interesting rock faces and traces of animal life in brush. At one point Spike was isure/i he saw a mountain lion but Buffy laughed him off, partly because she didn't want to worry about getting attacked and eaten by one before the end of the day.
They had been hiking for a few hours and hadn't seen any other people for quite a while when Spike suggested they take a break and eat the small lunch they'd brought. Buffy agreed and they found a good spot with a view of the rest of the mountain. Off to the right they could see the outskirts of Los Angeles in the city. She lazily mentioned how detached and far away everything seemed up on top of the mountains, as they ate. Spike trailed one hand through her hair softly as they rested, taking in the moment.
One thing led to another and Spike's hand started to drift downward, which Buffy giggled at, playing hard to get, before she accepted his advances. Before things got too hot and heavy she suggested they step off into the brush a bit in case someone did happen by. They didn't want to be recognized that day but to be recognized in such a compromising position would be worse. Spike agreed and they quickly packed up the remainders of their lunch.
He grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her over to the other side from where they had been sitting and ducked into the brush. Together they scouted out the area, trying to find the right place where both of them would be comfortable.
Spike thought he found the best place near the edge that overlooked a small copse of trees with a shelf below them about 15 feet. He called Buffy over to check it. Unfortunately, she slipped on some stray rocks and reached out to grab Spike's arm to prevent herself from falling. Spike grabbed at a tree himself to keep himself upright while he grabbed Buffy's wrist but his efforts failed. The tree was wrenched from the ground and in the process upset a delicate balance of pebbles, stones and big fucking rocks.
Buffy screamed as she went over the side of the cliff.
Spike flailed as he went over, too scared to cry out.
Both landed hard, with a bone-crunching thud and fell unconcious.
Neither were aware, then, when the delicate balance of pebbles, stones and big fucking rocks that had been upset, also rolled off the side and on top of them.
It was later that evening by the time the driver thought about them again. He wondered if the cell phone they had could get reception out there and decided to drive back to where he had dropped them off, to see if they were waiting for them.
He waited for over two hours before he thought something might be wrong.
He called his boss who called the studio heads and Snyder and Wes. All were concerned and called the police to see if there was anything they could do.
By the time the proper authorities were notified and search and rescue teams were formed it was almost two in the morning. And both Spike and Buffy were dead.
Their bodies were found the next morning.
The movie shoot was called off and everyone involved was devestated.
Needless to say, Christmas was a sombre affair that year.
The end.
Again, that is the end. I wanted to finish it and it's been a year since it was last updated. Feel free to flame me. You can contact me at marishnaunderscorerscatyahoodotcom.
EDIT: Due to some of the reviews I've been getting I felt the need to clear something up. This IS the ending. Done. Fin. That being said- I'm not ashamed, as somepeople are saying I should be. I don't feel bad. In fact, I find it downright funny.So doa fewof the other reviewers and I thank them for getting it.
For the reviewers that are saying I should be ashamed or are angry and feel let down by this ending- sorry but I don't oweyou anything. I took it upon myself over a year and a half ago to start this fic. People who write fanfic get no monetary compensation and usually, not even a review for their efforts. For every one person who reviews there are about 9 others who don't bother. So why should I be ashamed for finishing a fic, the way I wanted? I'm not obligated to provide any lovey-dovey ending, regardless of what the inital slant of the story was. If I wanted I could stick an epilogue on there and have Buffy and Spike come back as zombies and eat Xander's intestines. Fun as that would be, I won't do it.
I've left the fandom and no longer ship Spuffy. So why bother, you may ask. Because I can. Because this is my fic and I can do whatever I want with it and I don't owe anyone anything.