Chapter 36:

London 1880's:

Dawn, William, Michael, Andrew, William Jr. and Lauren Carinton welcomed the only girl into their family. Joyce Daniella Carinton. She was loved by everyone, especially her Aunt Buffy Summers - O'Connoll. Buffy had given birth to a stillborn baby girl moments after she had given birth to her son Connor. But Joyce was the apple of her fathers' eye; she would definitely be one spoiled little girl by the time she could walk.

William sat down next to his wife and his new baby girl. He had three amazing boys, a gorgeous wife, and now a beautiful baby girl. "Dani." He whispered. Dawn looked at him in confusion. "What honey?" "Nothing, Luv. I was just thinking that that a nice nickname for her would be Dani." He told his beautiful wife as he gave her a reassuring kiss on the temple. But he couldn't help but feel like someone extremely important in his life was missing.

His entire family had been surprised when Buffy Anne Summers- O'Connoll had appeared on their doorstep with a 5 year old Connor in her arms. She was waiting out the time for when Angelus got his soul before he presented their son to him. William had to admit that the Summers women were and always would be far more than he could ever handle. But he would never have it any other way.

Lauren fretted over Connor as though he were one of her grandsons. The four boys got along as well as could be expected. Although Mike was about ready to hurt Connor for saying his sister had the cooties.

Sunnydale 2003

Danielle Carinton looked around her with the last of her energy. The first was gone; she had just sent her army to their home dimension and appointed a new military leader for them. And now she stood in the room that had been hers for the past 3-4 months. Yet you would never know it by its appearance. The spell had worked…her family was gone as well. And they would never remember her.

She had put a spell on Connor before she sent him back, so that she could see how they were fairing. They had a new baby girl to keep them occupied; they wouldn't miss her, not that they could. She fell to the floor with the last of her energy and began crying. She had just gotten her family back only to loose it again. She had won the war and saved the world, just like she had always wanted to. But the sacrifice it had cost her made it a bittersweet victory. She cried for her family and for the life they didn't remember. Now she was going to have to take over the role that all of her family would have played her. She would be the resident Slayer now and all of them would be safe. She just hoped that she hadn't changed history too much when she sent her Aunt and Cousin back in time to be with Angel (us).

However, the more she cried the more she lost her will to fight in this time. And as her will to live slipped farther and farther away, she was joined by a higher being. But she was so far gone in her emotions that she didn't even know it. The being, ironically enough, was none other than Joyce Summers. Joyce smiled sadly at her granddaughter and engulfed her in a comforting light as she watched Dani slowly give into her body's demands to shut down.

London 1900's

William, Dawn, Lauren, Buffy, and Angel sat around the living room and watched as their children opened their Christmas presents from Father Christmas. Connor and Michael would soon be celebrating their birthdays. Connor was turning 19 and Michael was turning 18. The two of them got along far better now than they had when they were younger. Andrew had just turned 16, William was 15 and Joyce was 14. She no longer liked to be called "Dani", claiming that she was to old for such childish nicknames. No one was really sure where she had learned to be such a snob, but she reminded Dawn, William and Lauren a great deal of Cecily, which they weren't to comfortable with, but they loved her anyway, especially when she had her moments. Angel had his soul now and stayed close by, but preferred for his family not to see him deal with the challenges of his soul, no matter how much Buffy and Connor protested.

Dawn looked at her husband and saw the frequent far away look he got around holidays and birthdays. She knew that he wouldn't change his life for anything, and that he loved all of them, but she also knew he felt like something was missing… no not something…someone. Joyce had been Daddy's little girl when she was little, but that had stopped at age 9 and she knew that that had really hurt her husband. She grabbed his hand and gave it an encouraging and supportive squeeze. She had never admitted it to him but she had gotten that feeling every now and then, but definitely not as often as he. "I'm sorry, luv." he gave her an apologetic smile. "Nothing to worry about at all, William."

William Jr. still had that same bright blond hair he had when he was born, but now he was using a new finagled chemical that kept it that way, by taking the color out of his hair. Dawn knew that as much as William protested Will's hair, which was more for Laurens benefit, he secretly admired his son for not caring what people thought about his own personal taste. Of course it was her own fault, ever since she had told her boys stories of "Spike" Will had insisted on changing his hair color, whether it be magically or with that chemical stuff.

Michael was currently courting a lovely girl named Sammantha. Connor on the other hand was far from courting anyone, he just enjoyed keeping to himself. To her he reminded her a lot of William when she had first met him. He kept to himself publicly, but when he got home, well lets just say you could tell he was Buffys' son.

That night one would find William and Dawn in the Library, like most every night, they would just sit together in front of the fire and remember everything that had happened in their lives, and maybe even sneak in a make-out session as if they were still courting and hadn't been married for 19 years. But tonight their memories were a little different; they kept getting flashes of a familiar but strange girl. They couldn't figure out whom she was until… "Look who I found!" they heard Michael say from behind them. William and Dawn stood up and saw a teenage girl around Michael's age standing there in the most beautiful lavender dress. She slowly looked up, and the couple gasped. There standing in front of them was a younger replica of Dawn at first glance, but once you looked closer you saw William as well. Standing there was Danielle Elizabeth Carinton. William growled and ran to her and pulled her into a tight hug. "Don't you even think about pulling a stunt like that again, Danielle!" He scolded her as he held her tight and let tears come to his eyes. "Yes, Daddy!" She whispered as she held onto him tightly and cried as well. When he finally and reluctantly let her go she was engulfed in a hug from her mother. "You are so grounded!" Dani chuckled and nodded into her mothers shoulder. Dani then looked up at the ceiling and smiled, "Thank you, Grandma." she whispered barely loud enough for anyone to hear, but she knew that one Joyce Summers had heard her and that was all that mattered.

Dawn sat in bed and watched her husband write furiously at his desk. "Dear, are you coming to bed at all tonight?" she giggled and shook her head when she heard him growl. Yup, her husband was still a loving vampire. Sometimes she really hated magic. "Yes. But I'm leaving nothing to chance, that first daughter of ours is far too much like me for her own good! Make us forget her just so she can save the bloody world! Forget the bloody world, I want to remember my own daughter! Especially since she's the one that still likes me!" Dawn smiled as he ranted and wrote. Yes, life was as it should be. Her lovable and overly-protective husband by her side, vampire and all, all five her children were peacefully asleep under the same roof that 4 of them had been born in, but most of all it was good to be home with all of them. She had the best Husband in the world, the best family in the world and the best life in the world and she wouldn't change a thing. "Very well. Goodnight my love." she yawned as she snuggled deeper into the bedding.

William stopped writing and turned to look at his beautiful wife of 19 years. His vampire no longer loathed the name William and it was all because of the beautiful woman before him. He got up and tucked her in as she began falling to sleep. "Goodnight, Nibblet." he said lovingly with a wicked smirk on his face and kissed her on the forehead. Sometimes being a vampire had its advantages, especially when mated with none other than the Key. She was his and always would be; no matter what life they had lived or would live after this one. She was his soul mate and they would always find each other, for that he was sure of.

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A/N: okay i know i haven't updated in a really long time, but i have a good reason for it, a very good reason. you see i got a review that was wondering why a match made in history wasn't more ofa Dawn/Spike fic, and it really got me thinking. so i re-read all of my stories and read the reviews, and although the majority were very positive, personally i no longer liked what i wrote. so thats what took me so long, and now i am submitting my last chapter to a match made in history and after this i plan on focusing the time that i have in between all of my school work and college applications, to writing and drastically revising my stories. so i deeply apologize if this chapter sucks, i just really wanted to finish one of my stories before i truly began the rewriting and revising process. and a huge thanks to those who have stuck with me and all of my stories, all of your support has been greatly appreciated!

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