Forever by Koos
Disclaimer: I do't own anything
Spike centric
And many thanks to my beta Sosa Lola
Forever
About 12,240 years in the future
The sun had set several hours ago as a single light penetrated the darkness. A motor-like shaped object flew through the air several feet above the ground. The area was a forgotten place. The object reduced its fast speed as it smoothly landed on the ground. A lone figure in a long black duster with bleached hair and a smoke became visible as he had stepped of his vehicle and passed the light. The man walked towards a little old tombstone that laid in the shadows of the light, tossing his smoke away.
He looked at the inscriptions of the stone in front of him. The letters were simple and he noticed that it was cleaner than he remembered. He traced his black-nailed fingers over the names.
Stuttering ol' Rupert 'Ripper' Giles. It's a shame, he thought, that the last thing he remembered was the Ripper side of the good man instead of the father figure he had thought him to be.
Sweet little bitable Willow Rosenberg. Filled with witchyness, power, life and spirit. They didn't have exactly a bond and the last thing he had said to her that she was a traitor. He was sorry for that, hadn't really meant it.
He dug his hand in the ground, digging a little hole, and pulled out a tiny coffin. It was a modern device from an old world. He pressed a button and it opened, revealing a black eye-patch. He smirked as he removed it and held up in front of him with one hand.
"William Wannabite, what are you doin' here?" he said, imitating Xander's voice while he jerked the eye patch in a little closer to make the affect of a threat visible.
"Oh, sod off," he then said in his own voice, twisting his head a bit.
He chuckled a little as he playfully moved it in the air. He had never liked the soddin' whelp and the whelp had never liked him. It was a law of nature. But he could never forget the little pat on his shoulder in a time of need. A shimmering of sincere care from Harris. He frowned as he put it back, still wondering what it had meant.
His hand went inside his jacket as he laid a couple of flowers on the ground.
"Happy birthday," he said as he looked at the last name.
He had promised himself that he would never forget her. She was the first woman he had loved with all his heart, demon and soul. Centuries had passed, civilizations had raised and crumbled. Wars. Cavemen and Astronauts came and went. But, he would never forget her. He would never forget them. He had promised himself he would take care of their graves. It wasn't always easy and there wasn't much left of them, but it was too important to him. The names from a forgotten world held no meaning anymore to anyone except him.
Memories flew back.
Her hand was in his. Surrounded by the fire of his passion. "I love you," she said. Her eyes reflecting her words.
"No, you don't."
He wasn't fooled by those eyes . . . He wasn't fooled by her touch or by her words.
Or was he? He had never been able to ask her. Never dared to face her.
He suddenly burst out in tears, dropping down to the ground. Emotions of the past were rushing back and overwhelming him. It took a few minutes before he had found his composure back.
"I will never forget you," he muttered. "I love you."
Despite the loneliness of his life, despite the burden of his age, he had promised himself that he would carry on. He would carry on. Forever. Until the end of times. So that there would always be someone who would remember her. So that there would always be someone who would love her.
He stayed for a couple of minutes. Thoughtless in the moment. Then he stood up, grabbed a fresh baked cookie from the tombstone and walked away.