Chapter Thirteen

To Tell A Secret

Down in the basement, Faith stared at Dawn with amazement. Who knew? Defiantly not anyone in the house, that was for sure.

"Dawn--Niblet, 'ow long this been goin' on?" Spike asked, taking a drag of a cigarette.

"Few years. Never could tell Buffy or Mom. Or anyone else." Dawn looked at Faith with the fear of rejection in her eyes. "Is it ok?"

Faith nodded dumbly. She liked Dawn, that much was for sure. But damn, too have Dawn want her back... Her eyes hooded as her lust soared through the roof.

Spike looked between the women, wondering how Buffy and Giles would react and if he'd be able to watch sometime. He shifted his eyes to Dawn, who was moving towards Faith.

Dawn reached an arm out and wrapped it around Faith's neck while bringing her head forward for a kiss. Within seconds, the Slayer had her arms around the teen, their tongues battling.

On his cot, Spike was gaping. That was hot. More than hot. He felt his black jeans grown tighter, but didn't move. He didn't want to move. Not when it could disturb the scene in front of him.

Faith jumped as a crash of thunder rocked the house, disturbing the ceiling above them, and the stairs, causing a box to fall over, resulting in the Slayer's shock.

Dawn laughed. Seeing Faith, the Bad Slayer, jump in shock, was hilarious.

Faith growled, annoyed. "Shut up."

"Ah, poor Faithy. Are your feelings hurt?" Dawn cooed. Faith snorted, crossing her arms. Dawn grinned wickedly.

"I said shut up," Faith growled again, this time teasingly. She grabbed Dawn's arm and pulled the teen to her, locking their mouths together.

Still on the cot, Spike wondered if he had time to find a camera...

The storm had stopped. Tara, for one, was relieved. As was Xander. Spike, Dawn and Faith, on the other hand, weren't. It meant they couldn't hide in the basement while Buffy and Giles dealt with keeping the house safe.

Pity.

Willow was in another league of her own. She hadn't even known about the hurricane. If fact, she wasn't even in the Summers' house. All that was left was a note on the bed addressed to Buffy and Giles, from Athena, stating they (the coven) had teleported Willow to England for the everyone's safety.

But, since no one knew about the note just yet, and thought Willow was still sulking, they didn't go upstairs to check if the red-head needed anything. She could walk, and the house was still in one piece.

Since no one was going upstairs, everyone–including Spike–ended up in the living room. The others were oblivious to the arousal Faith, Dawn and Spike felt, and the looks the two females were giving each other.

The trio later decided that had been a very good thing.

Buffy, Giles and Tara went outside and inspected the area around the house, making sure nothing was damaged.

It seemed the wards had held, Giles would tell them all once they were inside.

Since the storm had zapped their strength, Slayer and Watcher decided to turn in early. Tara did the same, smirking at Dawn and Faith. The two females instantly took advantage of the situation, but a yell of shock from upstairs stopped them.

Tara had found the note.

It took nearly an hour over over-seas phone calls to call the household down again.

By the time everyone was asleep, Dawn and Faith were in the den, on the daybed, making Spike jealous as hell with the noises that came from their mouths. The vampire kept his ear the door, hoping they'd open it.

They never did.

It took nearly two weeks for anyone besides Tara to notice any change in behavior on Dawn and Faith's part. Although, to be fair, Buffy and Giles had been busy keeping the demon population down—with Faith and Spike's help of course.

Buffy took it better than expected. She'd just given Dawn a "I can't believe you didn't tell me" look, and told Faith is she hurt her sister in any way, she's rip her limb from limb. Faith had nodded, somewhat frightened by the glint in Buffy's eyes, knowing she was serious.

Giles had also taken it well. He hadn't made his threats towards Faith though. Having found out that Spike was spying on the girls, Ripper had taken a dagger and sliced the vampire on the stomach, telling him next time, the dagger would go through his cock and balls. Spike had stopped spying on Dawn and Faith–

When Buffy and Giles were home that was. There was one night he girls had invited him to watch, to "get it out of his system", and had told him to stop. He finally agreed to stop spying, and stayed around the help Buffy and Giles with the demons.

Willow eventually returned to Sunnydale, but she was different. She was like the Willow Buffy had met when she'd first moved to Sunnydale, shy yet friendly. She and Tara began dating again, and Willow slowly grew more confident.

Xander found a new girlfriend, one that had never been a demon in any way, shape or form. They were married within a year.

Everyone later found out Anya was a demon again.

All in all, the Scooby gang lived a happy life.

Giles and Buffy laid in bed, their arms wrapped around each other. Thanks to the Powers, a new Slayer had been called when Buffy reached her thirteenth year as Slayer, giving Buffy and Faith a rest. Neither was the active Slayer anymore, even though they still retained their powers.

Because there was a new Slayer, Buffy and Giles had been able to grow old together. They'd never had any children, since all the blows to the stomach had rendered Buffy unable to conceive. Neither had mourned though, because they had their family, now extended to include Xander and his wife's children and grandchildren, Dawn and Faith's adopted children and grandchildren, and Willow and Tara's adopted children.

Watcher and Slayer lay in bed their gray and silver hairs spilled on the pillows as their reviewed their life.

"I love you, by dear Buffy."

"I love you too, Giles."

The shared a soft kiss, their old bodies moving slowly. They closed their eyes, smiling as they held each other.

When they opened their eyes, they stood in a field, hands clasped. All around them, friends and family waited, smiling. Joyce, Dawn, Faith, Xander, Willow, Tara, everyone.

"Took you guys long enough!" Xander yelled, throwing his arms around them.

Buffy and Giles shared a smile, looking at the faces of their family. Their young bodies–the same bodies they'd all had when Joyce had died–let them run hand in hand to the rest of the group at the top of the hill, Xander in the lead.

It seemed they'd traveled the pathway to heaven together.

AN: Sniff, sniff. It's over! Aw, so sad! Well, I've got more coming, and hopefully, more endings for other stories! Hope ut made y'all happy!

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