Disclaimer: No, I'm not this evil...evil, but not this evil. Joss owns 'em.
Author's Notes: Okay, this is therapy fic for IWRY, also involving prophecies, apocalypses and whatever odd things pop into my head...but mostly B/A-ness. The parts are all gonna be first person from different people's points of views. Bad things will happen. This is gonna be very angsty, but I promise, it will all work out in the end!
Teaser: The End of Days is coming to Sunnydale...
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Epilogue
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They walked through time together. Through pain, through joy. Through hope and despair. They walked through darkness together, and through fire. They walked through death, and emerged hand in hand.
And then it was time to live.
—The Story of an Angel by Ariana Osbourne, 2069
Spike
"I still don’t get the whole everything-is-normal routine," Xander muttered, throwing a piece of popcorn into Buffy’s fireplace. "I mean, we died. Shouldn’t we get some kind of prize? A medal or something?"
"We did get a prize," Buffy said softly, her eyes going all glow-y as she looked at Angel.
Oh God. Kill me now.
"Speaking of prizes, why did Angel get his humanity?" I demanded. Bloody unfair if you ask me. "I can’t even bite anyone and he gets to be all walkin’ in the sunlight and all?"
"You were thinking, what?" Faith asked, "The Powers That Be were going to give you back your ability to harm innocents?"
"Well…no…"
"And would you want to be human?" Buffy asked. "I mean, no immortality…bye bye demon Spike-y…"
When she put it that way…
"Bloody hell, I was just making a point," I muttered. Buffy grinned, like she’d won a point off me or something. Why was I there anyway?
"Anyway, I think it all turned out pretty well," Willow said happily, gazing at Oz. "I don’t really mind not getting anything. We’re alive, right? And we saved the world."
"For which we should be compensated!" Xander exclaimed. Anya gave him a look.
"I can’t believe I didn’t know about any of this. Why was he included and not me?" she demanded, gesturing towards me. I growled at her and Faith arched her eyebrows at me. Damn Slayers. I settled back in my chair.
"Believe me, not a thing to regret," Cordelia said firmly.
"In fact, thank every God you’ve ever heard of," Buffy agreed fervently.
"I wonder if we’ll ever notice any of those changes," Willow said thoughtfully.
"There are sure to be some…some minor things," Giles replied, looking up from the fire for a moment. He had a chair of his own. Besides that Buffy was sitting on top of Angel—good riddens—Anya and Xander were on the floor, Willow and Oz were on one corner of the couch and Cordelia and Doyle sat next to each other on the other. I sat in the middle and glared at all of them. Every couple had a bowl of home made popcorn in their lap. I just never got the appeal. It’s corn. Popped. Give me a nice warm neck any day.
"Ooh, I found one!" Buffy exclaimed, getting this silly grin on her face. Gad, I don’t know what Angel sees in her.
"We noticed the Angel thing," Xander said dryly. She rolled her eyes.
"I wasn’t talking about that. I ran into Professor Walsh today when I was getting food. I asked her if we could meet sometime to talk about coordination and I mentioned something about Riley—"
"That annoying guy?" Angel asked.
"The very one," Buffy replied. My eyes narrowed, contemplating that idiot. Who did he think he was tracking me down like that? Thinking he could get the better of me through some friggin’ implant?
Okay, so he could. Damn the man.
"Anyway," Buffy continued, "She gave me this weird look. And then she said she had a student named Riley Finn two years ago—and he’d died."
Willow’s eyes went wide. I decided this was a good world after all.
"How?" the little witch asked. Buffy frowned, a smile playing around the corner of her lips.
"Apparently some girl went psycho in the cafeteria one day and stabbed him to death with a spork! Of all the random things…"
There was a moment of silence. And then Willow giggled. Buffy began to grin, then giggle and a moment later they were all laughing.
Okay, so I may have let out a little chuckle.
What the hell was a spork anyway?
"It’s almost midnight," Doyle remarked once they’d all calmed down.
"Merry Christmas," Angel said softly.
There was this bonding moment. I hate those. Buffy and Angel started kissing. I shuddered.
"Would you two stop already?" I asked, and was immediately seconded by, let’s see…everyone.
"Yeah," Xander said, "Get a room!"
"Or a house," Faith suggested. "I don’t want to listen to them!"
Buffy and Angel exchanged glances. Then they threw popcorn.
Buffy
Giles let us have champagne. How magnaminous of him. I threaded my fingers tighter into Angel’s as we lifted our glasses for a toast.
"To the End of Days!" Xander exclaimed. I shook my head, and turned to look at Angel. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back. I could hear his heart beating. We’d spent the day in the sunshine and I’d never been happier for a California Christmas.
"No," I said softly. "To the beginning."
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