Title: And Always
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Sequel to 'Forever' Fifty years after 'Forever', Xander has to accept that fact that his friends are gone.
Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA. Mentions of characters deaths.

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Xander threw a fledge over his shoulder. "Can't these assholes have any respect for a fucking funeral?" He snarled and punched another vampire in the face. His hazel eyes were replaced with yellow. "Sorry pet, vampires aren't really known for manners. They hear about a funeral, especially a night one, and think it's a bloody buffet." Spike had a vampire in a headlock and punched him repeatedly in the head. "Unfortunately for them they didn't realize it was a funeral for only two. And no humans involved." He staked his vampire and watched as Xander took care of the last two. With one last growl Xander finished off his vampires and watched satisfied as their remains floated to the dirt. He walked over to the grave and fell to his knees, his demon slipped away. "I miss her, Spike… I miss them all." Spike knelt beside his childe and pulled him against his side. "I know pet. Red was a great girl." He kissed Xander on the crown of his head. "Do you wish that you never agreed to become a vampire?" "Yes and no," Xander replied honestly. "I love that I get to be with you forever, but at the same time I know that I would have been the first one to go. No pains in watching your family die because you're already dead." "You'd have never been the first one, Xander," Spike stated. "I would have kept you safe until the bitter end. The day you leave me is the day I dust myself." "I'm never going to leave you." Xander declared. "You gave me the greatest gift. There are not a lot of people who get to literally spend the rest of their lives with the person they love." He placed his hand on Willow's headstone. "She's been my best friend since before I can remember." Spike purred softly, the vibrations soothing Xander. "She got a full life, Xan. You kept her safe for the last fifty years; because of you they all got long lives. Hell Buffy is the oldest slayer to ever live there is never going to be another slayer who will live until she is sixty years old." "Not me… us." Xander corrected with a soft smile. "You were great with them, you know, especially in the end." "Yeah well, I may have not always liked them but they were a good bunch and I knew how much they meant to you." Spike looked down the row of graves seeing Buffy's, Dawn's and Giles's. There were also gravestones for Tara, Anya and Joyce. It seemed fitting to have the entire family together in one form or another. Xander pulled something out of his pocket and placed in onto the grass in front of the headstone. Curiosity got the better of Spike and he bowed low enough to get a glimpse of the small object, "A yellow crayon, luv?" "This little thing was what brought me and Willow together," Xander said softly. They remained there for a few moments longer in silence before Spike stood and helped Xander up. "Let's get out of here, Xan." "Goodbye, Wills," Xander said a tear slipping down his cheek. He buried his head into Spike's neck. He could feel the sun rising; they had about an hour to get indoors. "Promise me forever, Spike." "And always luv," Spike vowed. They made their way out of the cemetery silently, promising they'd come back to visit their friends the next week. The End