A/N: Ah. C'est fini. I hope that you all enjoyed reading this as much as I really enjoyed writing it. You've all been quite supportive, and I thank each and every one of you. ::grins:: Here's the epilogue, it's short but sweet, I think. And bear with me, as I can't write Drusilla for shit. She's just THAT crazy.

Disclaimer: I don't own 70s SHOW nor Spike. Pity.

A few evenings later, Jackie was sitting in the Hub, enjoying a soda and writing down a list of schools she could apply to. She thumped her pen on the table, and kept looking back at New York University. She didn't know if she would get in, but it kept creeping to the top of her list. She didn't know if it was because it was New York, or because Spike lived there, but it was somewhere she really wanted to go. She sighed, and put a star next to it.

"Closing time," the soda jerker said. She looked up at the clock. Time had flown like mad. She nodded, grabbed her things, and left The Hub. She had walked there, and now it was ten and she had a walk home to contend with. She was about to go to a pay phone and call Fez, when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned, and saw Hyde standing there.

"Hey," he said.

"Oh, hi," she answered, shoving the list of colleges into her pocket. He had been in Grooves, about to sleep on the couch as he didn't want to spend the night with Sam (she was still talking about a vampire trying to kill her and Jackie clearly being behind it), when he saw Jackie in the Hub at closing time. So he decided to talk to her.

"So your new boyfriend left, huh?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.

"He wasn't my boyfriend, Steven," she said, softly. "And I didn't pay him to pretend to be one. He was just a friend. And yeah, he's gone."

"You seem a little sad to see him go," he said. She nodded, and looked back at the road, fiddling with the ring around her thumb.

"I am," she stated. "He was a stranger, but he and I connected on a level that I haven't felt since… Never mind. We'll just say he gave me this snow. And I'll always remember that." Hyde didn't even try to understand what she was saying, he gave up on that a long time ago. But she looked content, and it made him feel a little happier.

"You know, Sam is still convinced that he's a vampire," Hyde said. Jackie chuckled, though it was a little sadly.

"He gets that a lot," she said. He nodded, and shrugged.

"She also thinks that you control him like he's your pet and you want him to kill her," he continued, and she laughed snidely.

"You sure can pick 'em, can't you?" she said, insulted at the insinuation. He shoved his hands in his pockets. She stomped the ground a little bit in frustration. "God. I miss him, Steven." Hyde nodded, and put a hand on her shoulder gingerly.

"You want me to drive you home?" he asked. She looked at him, surprised at the offer, but nodded.

"I would like that," she said. He smiled a little bit, and they walked in comfortable silence towards his car.

As Spike entered his shabby abandoned apartment, Dru stood up from the dirty couch, her crazy eyes glinting.

"Spoike," she said.

" 'Lo, Dru," he said. "I'm back."

"Daddy came back to us," Dru said to the porcelain doll she held in her arms. "Daddy was mad at Mummy, but now he's back because he loves Mummy so so much." He smiled ruefully. She put a hand to his face, and smirked cunningly. "Miss us, Daddy?"

"You know how it is," he answered, and she wrapped her arm around his back.

"I missed my big, bad, Spoike," she whispered. "I missed my vampire."

"Don't call me that," he said, tersely. She stuck out her lower lip, and held up her doll in the childlike insanity that followed her around.

"Won't forgive us yet," she said to it, eyes flashing. "But he will soon. He always does. Because only mummy loves him." She turned, and skipped to the bed. Spike sighed in defeat, wishing it wasn't true. But it was. He put his hands in his pockets, and felt the picture. At least Jackie Burkhart wanted to try. So he smiled at Dru, and let that thought keep him hanging on. Someday, maybe someone would love him in return.

So he got in bed with Dru, and hid the picture from her for all the years they were together. To Dru he was just the vampire she'd sired. To live with that for all eternity was going to be hard.

New York City, November, 2004

Spike was exploring the city by subway. It had been awhile since he'd been back to Manhattan, and he was seeing it in a new light. Maybe it was the fact it was very different from Southern California, now his least favorite place in the world. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have Dru with him this time. Or maybe it was the fact that he was seeing it through the eyes of someone with a soul. In any case, it was nice.

He was meeting a friend at Coney Island. It wasn't as if Astroland was open in November, but she liked Nathan's Famous Hot Dog Stand, and who was he to turn down a request for a meeting there? He was running late, but that didn't really matter to him. She could be patient.

He was leaning back on the train's seat as people got on. Probably going home to Brooklyn after a night in the city. Thank God I don't commute, he thought, and watched people get on and get off.

"So how did you like the show?" he heard a man's voice say.

"It was SO good," the oh so familiar other voice exclaimed. Spike opened his eyes, and looked to where the voices were coming from. It was impossible. Jackie? But… she looked… young! By now she'd be in her forties, and…

"I thought you'd like it, Cordelia," the man said. "We'll have to tell your siblings that they missed something really great."

"Barry, Izzy hates the theater, and James can barely sit through a Disney movie on the couch," Cordelia said. "Besides, I like having some time with you. Mom's intense and Dad's just… Dad."

Spike had stood up and walked to them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but… Are you related to Jackie Burkhart?" he asked the girl. She looked at him, questioningly.

"Yes… She's my Mom," she said. "But she's Jackie Hyde now. Why?" So she married the git, he thought, and smiled to himself. Good for her. Soulmates work out for some people.

"Ah," Spike said, gathering his wits about him. "Well, that's great. Bloody fantastic. Could you… Cordelia, was it?"

"Yes," she said, and Barry looked at this stranger with a wary eye.

"Could you tell your mother that an old friend says hi?" he asked.

"Yeah," she stated. "What's your name?" He paused, and shrugged.

"William," he stated. "Tell her that William says 'hi'… AND also tell her that I hope that it snows. Can you do that for me, ducks?" Cordelia nodded, and Spike smiled at the girl who was the spitting image of her mum, if not younger than when he knew her.

"Sure," she said. "I'll tell her you say 'hi' and that you hope it snows. What does that mean?"

"She'll understand. Thanks," Spike said. She smiled back at him, knowing somehow that this was very important to not only him, but her mother as well.

They got off at the next stop, and Spike watched her go. Jackie was somewhere in this big city. Perhaps he'd seek her out. Or perhaps they should just cling to what they shared on that night twenty five years prior. Jackie had found her destiny, and Spike might not have been a part of it.

His phone rang. He fished it from his pocket, and looked at the name. He smiled a little. Getting impatient, are we love? he thought, and answered it.

"Yeh?... Yeah yeah, I'm on my way," he said to his friend. "Patience is a virtue, poppet...See you soon."

Besides. He was seeking out his own destiny now.

THE END

A/N 2: I left the person on the phone open ended for you Buffy fans out there. The person on the line can be whoever you want it to be. Thank you all so much!!!