Author's note: I own nothing but the laptop I'm writing this on. Anyone who is silly enough to think otherwise will be laughed at. If I owned the characters I am borrowing from their separate owners I would be a very happy girl.
This was created from muses that attacked me while I was in class. Feedback is welcomed with open arms.
Summary: A Scooby muses over some photographs many years down the road.
A man who had seen better days limped through the sizable living room of his home. One Xander Harris was enjoying the fact that he knew he was an old man. The creaking of his bones alerted him of that fact. At nearly seventy he knew he had lived a fruit full life. He sat down in his favorite chair by the fire place.
"Huh, what's this," he squinted with his one eye. Then a grin broke out across his face. The old photo album, he thought he had misplaced it the other day.
"I can't believe I made it to be this old," he muttered as he slide the album into his lap. He flipped it open to look at the various pictures.
i A man is grinning up at Xander in one. Seeming to wave, dark hair similar to Buffy's in appearance. His Godson Jessie James Potter, beside him is a young girl with bright green eyes and wire framed glasses. Lilly Elizabeth Potter, the spitfire who ended up marrying a boy named Richard Weasly fifteen years ago Xander recalls with a smirk. /i
"Don't they have a kid on the way now," Xander muttered rubbing his chin. Then his gaze flickered to a picture of one of his lost loves. Anya, the sight of her picture made his heart clutch itself.
"I still love you," he murmured to himself. Then glanced at another girlfriend he couldn't keep. He had let her go because he couldn't bring himself to tell her about the world of demons. Though he had suspected she might be a witch. A beauty he had met while traveling in Africa. White hair that took his breath away and blue eyes that still had an effect on him.
"If only I had been braver," he murmured while running a finger over the picture. Then he flipped through the pages, wanting to look at the love that had been forged and lasted all these years. A smile appeared of his face as he looked upon the blonde in the picture, this picture was at a party celebrating the fact he had somehow saved Prince William.
"Integra, that's the day I met you. You wanted to know how I had beaten that FREAK. I wasn't even sure. God, you still take my breath away," Xander muttered with a grin.
"Of course I do, Alexander. You said I'd always be beautiful to you," Xander heard his wife say. He looked up and their gazes locked. There was a shared pained look. Their son had recently died in a ghoul attack; they were now caring for their grandson, Abraham Hellsing.
"How's Abe?"
"He had that nightmare again," Integra informed him. Xander just chuckled.
"I think I'll show him picture of his extended family in the morning. That will cheer him up I think," Xander said thinking back to all the people he had met over the years. He also recalled Alucard and Walter threatening him with bodily harm in their own way if he ever hurt Integra. Not that Xander ever had.
Nor would he ever bring harm to any member of his family. Not while he was still alive.
