The Road Home
Summary: AU; everyone's human. Buffy Summers dodges family and friends to escape her wedding and make it back home, single. But when she returns to L.A., she finds herself stuck with a grumpy, homeless roommate without who, she soon finds, home wouldn't be home at all.
Disclaimer: 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and all associated with it belongs to Mutant Enemy, Fox, Joss Whedon etc. I own squat.

A/N: This is the final thing, the epilogue. You guys can review if you want. Now, I have to get to work on a new fic I'm calling 'The Parchment', first chapter of which will be put up sometime in mid September. It's B/S (what else?) and includes my twisted take on a love spell. That's all. Let me know what you think.

Epilogue

Willow let out a heavy breath as she closed the door behind her. Looking at Tara with eyes that were surprised at how tired she was, she said, "Well, I'm sooooo glad that's over!"

Lying on her stomach on the bed, Tara smiled. "Don't you like weddings?"

"No, that's not it," Willow said thoughtfully as she came to sit next to Tara. "It's just... a double wedding? Where you have to plan everything? No, I'm not a big fan of those." She shuddered and added, "Plus, I had to ride with Xander and Anya, so you can imagine that..." She shuddered again at the mental imagery. "I think even our chauffeur was glad to be rid of them, he drove off so fast!"

Tara laughed and pushed her magazine away. "Yeah, I totally understand that." She moved slightly and Willow, still in her bridesmaid's dress, fell back next to her.

They lay silently, for a while, as Willow played with the end of Tara's sash. Tara watched her fondly before asking, "So... where's our golden couple?"

A chuckle escaped willow and soon, she was rolling in the small space that she had, heaving with laughter. Tara watched her, amused, waiting for Willow to calm down. When she did, she said, "Sorry, sorry... it's," She broke off into a giggle, "so funny, how stupid they are, you know. I think all that bleach really affected their brains."

Tara chortled. Then, she said, "Where are they, though?"

"They came in to change – Buffy said her dress would dissolve if it got any wetter – then they were planning on going out again."

Tara stared. "Out?" She echoed. "At this hour?" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the time. Three AM, practically. "In this weather?" Willow nodded and Tara fell silent for a moment. "Where will they go?" She asked, soon.

Willow smiled. Getting off the bed, she motioned for Tara to follow her as she crept up to the windows. Tara followed and, as Willow jerked aside the curtains, she regretted having the balcony that looked directly over the small park that was at the side of the hotel.

Standing in the pouring rain, Buffy and Will danced to the rhythm of raindrops hitting the ground and kissed. Their hazy forms were illuminated by the street lamps and the moon. Buffy, apparently, had changed to get wet again. As the girls watched, Buffy leaned up on her toes and bit Will's ear. They broke apart and he chased her around the garden before pinning her to the muddy ground and attacking her mouth with his.

Tara smiled and grabbed the curtain from Willow. "Privacy." She said, scolding.

Willow just grinned and let the heavy curtains fall back into place.

Later, as they lay together in bed, Tara said, "Willow... I have bad news..."

"What?" Willow was exhausted and sounded sleepy as she spoke into the pillow.

Fighting unsuccessfully to keep a smile off her face, Tara said, "We'll have another wedding, soon."

Automatically, Willow groaned. Then, as Tara's words registered, her eyes widened. "What?"

She nodded. "He said he'll ask her right now."

Willow let out a whoop as grabbed Tara into a fierce hug and kissed her. "I'm so happy!" She exclaimed, "This is so cool!"

"it is, isn't it?" Tara said through laughs.

"Yeah," Willow let go of Tara's head to allow her girlfriend to breathe. Suddenly she added, "But promise me one thing, Tara."

"What?"

Grinning, Willow said, "We'll let Anya and Xander plan this one."