5 Years Later
Cleveland, Ohio 2011
Hillview Elementary
Sending the vampire flying across the library and into the book stacks. Buffy followed her attack with powerful fists jabbing into the demon's body.
The vampire growled and looked up at the Slayer, flashing her fangs.
Buffy felt bad and the weight of guilt. She had met this vampire numerous times before she had been turned. She was the school's librarian. She often spoke so highly of her daughter and her thirst for knowledge. Sarah was a bookworm and she loved being the in the library.
But somehow, despite the thousands of Slayers called and now protecting the city, Buffy still wasn't able to save everyone. Before this librarian was a vampire she was a nice woman, who was fond of her daughter and now Buffy had to slay her.
Buffy took out the stake hidden in her jacket pocket and released a deep breath.
Auditorium
"Excuse me… Excuse me… Sorry," she whispered as she pushed past several people in the row to get back to her chair.
"All is well and… slayed?" Xander whispered to Buffy as she sat down beside him.
Buffy held the program on her lap and looked up at the stage filled with children. Without removing her eyes, she replied, "Yep, all is dusted in dust-ville. Did she go on, yet? Did I miss it?"
"No," Xander shook his head. "Was it a parent?"
Buffy shook her head, "Librarian."
"Oh,"
"She's the woman that was—" Buffy kept her voice carefully low.
"—Shh!" Josh frowned at his whispering parents. "People are trying to be entertained here."
Buffy rolled her eyes at her son.
The auditorium was filled with parents watching with love as their children performed the annual Thanksgiving show.
Buffy and Xander waited nervously for their five-year-old daughter to have her turn for her small monologue that represented the Native Americans. Xander turned his eye over to Josh, who looked bored out of his mind.
The eight-year-old was still scowling because not long before, Buffy had taken away his portable gaming console. She then shot Xander a withering glare for letting him bring it in the first place.
It was Sarah's turn on the stage.
Xander reached for Buffy's hand that was on her lap. He laced his fingers through hers and gave her hand a small squeeze.
Sarah was dressed as a Native American. Her light blonde hair was braided into pigtails. A headband was around her head with two colourful feathers sticking up. She wore a brown tribal looking long sleeve dress with fringe and colourful Native American designs. She finished the costume off with brown fringed boots.
The five-year-old looked around the room nervously, trying to find her mom and dad.
It took a moment when her hazel eyes landed on Buffy and Xander smiling adoringly at her.
"Thanksgiving… is-is…" she nervously stuttered and saw Buffy give her a small wave and a wink, that gave her all the encouragement the five-year-old needed, "… about sharing—turkey." Sarah paused then added, "And stealing land."
The audience of parents chuckled nervously unsure of where this was going.
Buffy leaned over towards Xander with a frown, "Did you help Sarah write this Thanksgiving speech?"
Xander shook his head, "No," he whispered. "I thought you did."
"Oh, boy,"
The two parents held in a deep breath afraid of what would come out of their child's mouth.
The Harris children spent most days after school at the N.W.C Academy; oblivious to the supernatural ongoings.
Just this week there was a surprise visit from Spike at the N.W.C Academy for Faith. He was searching for another chance after she kicked him to the curb post-Sunnydale. She didn't want to be with a soulless demon. She figured if she kept with Spike than she'd be no better than she was before coming back to Sunnydale as a 'changed woman'. If he really wanted her and if he thought that he could really and honestly love her, then he'd be the one to have to change. Faith wasn't giving up the good life she had finally built with the people she finally reconciled with and called family.
After a few years of being downright stubborn but also coming to terms with his feelings, Spike fought for his soul. Then came to the Academy where he met the youngest Harris kid sitting at Buffy's desk as he waited for Faith's arrival. She asked for his help to write a speech about Native Americans and Thanksgiving.
"Enough!" Sarah shouted the memorised words Spike had written for her. "With this boohooing over the bloody Indians!"
Buffy's eyes widened, "Oh, no."
"I'm gonna kill Spike." Xander clenched his jaw, also recognising the speech made by the vampire years before.
Sarah dramatically pointed at the children dressed as pilgrims. "You came and you killed us! And took our land!" She clenched her little hand into a small fist for dramatic effect.
The teachers standing in the wings looked at each other in a panic unsure whether to pull her off or let her continue, based on the laughter in the audience the parents were getting a kick out of this little offensive performance.
Buffy pursed her lips together imagining the hundred different ways she was going to murder Spike. "He's dust."
Josh sat forward in his chair snorting his laughter. "This is hilarious."
2 Years Later
Cleveland, Ohio 2013
Harris Residence
According to the weatherman on the local city News channel, today was the first snowfall of the winter season in three years. Buffy hadn't noticed.
It was the day before Buffy's thirty-second birthday and instead of planning a 'Girls Night Out' with Willow, Tara, Faith, Vi, Kennedy, Rona, and a few other Slayers on her staff or going out to dinner with her dutiful husband and angelic children, Buffy was home taking care of her daughter and husband that were under the weather.
Josh had locked himself inside his room trying his best to stay away from the germs. He was going snowboarding for the first time with his friends family in a matter of days and he didn't want to catch whatever his dad and sister have. He's gone as far as stealing the yellow latex dishwashing gloves from under the sink, he wore Xander's carpenter goggles and an N95 Disposable Respirator mask when he was in the viscidity of Xander and Sarah.
Placing two steaming bowls of chicken noodle soup from a can on a tray beside two glasses of juice, Buffy picked up the tray.
She carefully carried the tray up the stairs and down the hallway into the master bedroom where Xander and Sarah sat upright, nestled under the covers watching cartoons on the large flatscreen television mounted on the wall.
Since her bed was taken over by the ill, Buffy had been sleeping the guest bedroom, it also acted as an attempt to not to get sick. Luckily, as a Slayer, it was a bit harder to come down with mild cold but headaches were another story entirely.
"Here you go, my honey's." Buffy opened the tray legs and placed it down nearest to Xander so it wouldn't spill. "Two chicken noodle soups and two juices, just as my patients ordered."
She moved over to Sarah and took the seven-year-old's temperature. "You look better. Less pale." Buffy pushed Sarah's darkening long blonde hair from her forehead.
Giving her daughter a loving smile, Buffy then moved around the large bed to Xander. She sat down at his bedside and held the back of her hand against his forehead. "You also look better." Buffy stood from the bed and picked up a few empty Tupperware's and juice boxes.
"Um, Buf?"
Buffy paused at the door and faced her husband, "Yes, dear?"
"The soup's too hot," he told her sheepishly.
Plastering a smile across her face, Buffy said, "I'll get you an ice cube." She began to turn away again when she heard Sarah's little voice.
"Mom?"
Inhaling a deep breath, Buffy faced her daughter, "Yes, my love?"
"This is orange juice. I wanted apple juice."
With a frown, "Oh, I'm sorry." Buffy went over to her daughter and took the untouched orange juice and said with tenderness, "Anything to help my daughter get well." She headed for the door.
"Buf?"
Buffy faced her husband with a look of impatience. Xander recognised the look in her green eyes combined with her pursing lips, it was the same look she got before she violently slayed a demon. "Yes, sweetheart?" Her smile was phoney and her words were forced out between gritted teeth.
Xander was going to ask for something else but he decided to hold his tongue and said instead, "Thank you."
Knowing that she scared him from giving another request Buffy smirked with a nod that read, 'Yeah, that's what I thought'. She walked out of the bedroom.
"Your mama can be scary," Xander whispered to Sarah, knowing that Buffy's supernatural hearing would otherwise hear him.
Sarah nodded in agreement, "It's the eyes."
Xander cracked a lopsided smile and wrapped his arm around the girl's little shoulders hugging her close into his side. He pressed his lips against the top of her head. Though they were both sick and his head felt like a sledgehammer continually slammed into his skull, and Xander cherished these moments with his little girl. More and more, every single day she was looking more like Buffy but her bright and quirky personality was all her own.
1 Year Later
Cleveland, Ohio 2014
Eureka Middle School
Math Classroom
"I assume you know why you've been called in, Mr and Mrs Harris."
Buffy and Xander sat side by side in front of the math teachers desk wearing blank expressions. There were two possible scenarios for this meeting:
1. Josh was failing math class.
2. Josh has never made an appearance in math class.
They have had both scenarios each with his English teacher and History teacher.
Unlike Sarah, Josh seemed to take after his parents in the 'school department'. Xander only applied himself in his studies enough to graduate and Buffy never appeared long enough in a class for her teachers to remember her name.
Every time they've gone to a parent-teacher conference for Sarah, they were shocked to hear how much she excelled in her studies, though she was only in the 3rd Grade. She was already reading at a 5th Grade level.
Josh was at his normal age-appropriate level of reading, though he never did the readings, and his homework was usually late and half finished. He was a good-natured boy with his head in the clouds.
"Whatever it is, we are really working with Josh to get him to where he needs to be academically." Buffy glanced at Xander and continued, "W-we're very strict in our house." Xander gave her a side glance, curious about where she was gonna go with this. "Early to bed, early to rise: balanced breakfasts; hospital corners; museum visits. Discipline, authority, and… uh… order." Buffy quickly said, having the feeling to defend her parenting.
Where Josh lacked in academics he was a very smart and clever boy. He was good-hearted and funny. He took good care of his little sister, and for the most part, he listened the first time. He's an all-star on his little league team. Buffy knew she was raising a good and well-rounded kid, but she did wish he was able to be a little like his sister where his academics were concerned.
"Oh, no, Mrs Harris," the teacher sat back with surprise. "Josh is doing just fine—Better than fine."
Buffy and Xander stared at the teacher with perplexed expressions. "Huh?"
"Oh, yes, Josh is an excellent student. I asked for this meeting because I wanted to ask if it was okay to advance him."
"Ad-ad-advance?—Advance Josh? Our Josh?" Xander blinked his eye in shock.
The teacher smiled, "Yes, we were thinking 8th Grade level math. But I think he'll be bored with that sooner than we think. Josh's IQ in the mathematics is phenomenal. In my fifteen years as an educator, I've only seen it once before and that child only moved up a grade. I think Josh will be doing high school level AP Calculous the time he's in the 8th Grade."
Staring at the teacher with wide eyes, trying desperately to wrap their minds around all that was said, Buffy and Xander were speechless.
"If this is okay with you, we'll push the paperwork forward and your son will be transferred to the 8th Grade math class on Monday."
Xander swallowed, still trying to mentally catch up, "O—kay."
After shaking the teacher's hand, Buffy and Xander stepped out of the classroom with stunned expressions still painted on their faces.
Nothing in the world could have prepared them for what had just happened in this meeting.
"Did she—?"
"—Yeah," Buffy replied.
"Is he—?"
"—Yea-huh."
"He's a—?"
"—Genius," Buffy turned her eyes upwards to him.
They stared at each other for a moment trying to process everything.
Suddenly, Xander grabbed her hand and tugged her along down the hallway. Buffy giggled as she followed him.
He reached out to the janitor's closet door only to find it locked. "Damnit," Xander pulled Buffy along further down the hallway for another supply room door.
He twisted the doorknob ecstatic that it was unlocked, "Ah-ha!"
Xander faced Buffy, when she pushed him into the janitor's closet, kicking the door closed with the heel of knee-high boot, followed by locking it.
His back hit against the shelves.
Buffy grabbed him by the lapels of his suit blazer and crushed her mouth against his in an authoritative kiss.
Xander's arms circled around her back and found its way up her thin blouse to touch her burning skin.
Removing her hands from his blazer, Buffy's hands went to the front of his pants and unfastened the button and zipper. She tugged them down his thighs and wrapped her hand around him.
Mesmerised by the playful look in her eyes, Xander ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs before he lifted her up from the ground. Luckily, she was wearing a skirt which made things incredibly easier.
Buffy's knee high-boot covered legs wrapped around his waist and moaned into their kiss when his hand reached up her skirt to touch her centre. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against her wetness and then ripped the delicate scrap material covering her. He stuffed her ripped panties into the pocket of his blazer.
Reaching between them, Buffy wrapped her hand around his erect cock just as Xander broke their kiss with a gasp. His mouth went to her neck and sucked the small spot of the left side of her neck, he knew she loved and made her whimper in his arms.
His hands that were around her golden thighs tightened when he entered her welcoming body.
His thrusts were rough, filled with adrenaline and excitement for the evenings turn of events. Buffy's tightened her fingers that were in his dark hair and moaned.
Xander covered her mouth to muffle her pleasurable sounds with a hungry and possessive kiss.
He drew his head back to look at her as he continued to thrust into her body. "Our son is a friggin' genius." He grinned.
Lifting her head up, Buffy released another moan and opened her eyes to him, "I have no…" her breath hitched in her throat as her vaginal walls gripped him tighter before he pulled back out, "… idea where he gets it from…" she kissed him again then said with a breathless voice, "… Maybe… Ooooh, Xan…" she knew she was close when her skilled lover ground-thrust against her pelvis, rubbing her sensitive nub. Her arm that was linked around his neck tightened.
"Maybe what…?" He grunted, pushing back her hair and peppered her lips with light kisses.
"… Maybe… hanging around… W-W-Willow is helping… Sh-sh-sh-she's smart—Oh, Xander," Buffy moaned, "… baby, I'm close…" Her fingers tightened around the edge of a loosening shelf.
Xander knew that she was by the spasms that were beginning to erupt in his wife's body. "I won't lie to you…" he gritted his teeth withholding his own pleasure, "… I've had this fantasy about us 'doing it' in the…" he kissed her with a boyish grin plastered across his face, "… janitors closet since I was sixteen."
The sound of her laughter made his heart soar with love. Buffy smiled at him and kissed him fervently. He lifted her a bit higher and drove himself into her body. Buffy's nails dug into his muscular blazer covered shoulders as he pounded into her at a faster pace, driving her over the edge.
The sound of hard breathing was rising in volume as she began to climax.
Xander covered her mouth with his own to muffle her cries of pleasure. Her body shuddered in thunderous waves.
By the way her walls gripped his thickness, Xander was no match and soon followed in his own blissful orgasm.
Riding through the great tremors, Buffy held onto him tightly and opened her eyes wearing that sassy grin Xander loved so much and her eyes twinkled with mischief. What they just did was beyond naughty and she loved every second of it.
Xander caught his breath and kissed her chin then lifted his eye back up to her, "Our kid is a math genius." Xander shook his head in disbelief, "Move over Stephen Hawkins, our kid is the friggin' math genius."
With a laugh, Buffy held her hands around his face and tenderly brushed kissed his lips before she untangled herself from around him.
She fixed her skirt as he tucked himself back into his trousers.
The supply room closet door creaked open just enough to sneak a glance outside to see if anyone was in the hallway.
"I don't see anyone." Buffy whispered.
"Go! Go! Go!" Xander quietly ushered her out by keeping his hand against her lower back, pushing her along.
He stopped and quietly closed the closet door.
Buffy kept an eye out for anyone that would appear in the hallway. "C'mon, Xand," Buffy urged him with impatience.
Standing straight, Xander took her hand and rounded the corner when they saw Josh's math teacher walk down the hallway from the opposite direction.
"Oh, Mr and Mrs Harris, what are you still doing here?" She asked with a curious frown.
Xander immediately turned bright red trying hard not to shout out at the top of his lungs, 'I screwed Buffy Summers in the janitors closet!' then bust out into the 'Snoopy Dance'.
Luckily, Buffy spoke up first and said, "We… got distracted by the…" her eyes went over to the bulletin board to see her son's name over an art project hanging up, "… art." She pointed at the bulletin board.
"Oh, yes, the students were drawing still life." The teacher explained as she came closer to them.
Buffy and Xander looked at their sons still life drawing more closely and were thankful he seemed to find his talents in mathematics and baseball, because art… They were proud that he completed the project.
Awkwardly, Buffy swallowed and said, "Its very… life-like."
As soon as she was within feet of the attractive couple, the teacher noticed Xander's button-down shirt was partially untucked from his trousers and Buffy's stylish skirt was wrinkled and her hair looked a bit mussed as if she had hands running through it. Her suspicions grew as she noticed that Mr and Mrs Harris looked exceptionally flushed.
The teacher slowly nodded her head, eyeing them carefully.
"Okay, well," Xander grabbed Buffy's hand, "we gotta go… Have a great weekend Mrs Josh's Math Teacher, c'mon, honey!" He pulled Buffy along by her hand to quickly get out of dodge with the math teacher.
The teacher turned her head following the couple scurrying down the hallway giggling as if they were teenagers again.
