What Dreams May Tell
by
Authoress Nebula
Epilogue
The warehouse was empty. Spike hadn’t come back yet; probably still out hunting. He wanted the ‘perfect house’ for the two of them. Xander would’ve been fine with a place that had plumbing and a well-stocked kitchen. Oh, to hell with it: he’d be happy wherever Spike was.
He gave a short yawn, then decided to lie down for a little while. He’d had a busy day with Buffy: chasing demons around the school, being chased by said demons around the school, and finally torching the demons. Sleep was definitely needed.
The dreams had been non-existent ever since Spike and Xander had hooked up. Xander figured it had sort of canceled out William and Alexander’s relationship all those years ago. Xander was fine with that; remembering how THAT had ended still made him shudder. Even though he’d found his William in the present, and they’d gotten their happy ending, Xander still wished that Alexander and William could’ve had a happy moment together. That the two of them could’ve had that happy ending, too.
Xander yawned again and put all thinking on hold. Time to go take a short nap. Spike would be home soon, and then they could head over to the library for the…the meeting of…
His head had barely hit the pillow before he was out.
“William?”
William froze. It simply couldn’t be. Slowly he turned around.
Alexander gave him a smile. “Find any good notebooks lately?” he asked cheerfully.
“Y-You’re here,” William breathed. “But you…I saw the…”
“I know,” Alexander said softly. “I know you’ve changed; I have, too. But no matter what shape I take, no matter what time we find ourselves in, please know that I love you. That will NEVER change, William.
“I certainly didn’t mean to put on you the grief and burden of my death.” Alexander looked down, tears glistening in his eyes. “I knew we’d never find our happy ending. You were too enamoured with Cecily, and I too enamoured with you to let you go.”
“I’m sorry,” William whispered. “Alexander, I was a fool. I’m so sorry…”
“No more apologies,” Alexander said, stepping forward. “What’s done is done. The past is completed, and can’t be changed. The future, however, is ours. I’ve found you again, through a twist of chance and luck. I won’t let go.”
“Neither will I,” William vowed. “I loved you. I love you now. I WILL love you for as long as I’m here on the earth.”
Alexander smiled.
“Xander?”
Xander blinked, the dream still vivid in his mind. What the hell…? That hadn’t happened. He wasn’t getting any memory of it happening; just the memory of the dream.
In his chest, he felt as if something had been lifted from his heart. Like the happy ending had really happened. Was it possible…?
“You feel it too?” Spike asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Like there’s somethin’ that’s gone, an anvil that’s gone now. And…Alexander?” he whispered suddenly, eyes round in shock. “B-But he never…Xan, you never came back to…”
Xander sat up and pressed his fingers to Spike’s lips. “They had to have their happy ending, too,” he said simply. “Don’t know how, don’t know why it happened. Let’s leave it to Hellmouthy things and just enjoy their happiness. Our happiness. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Spike said, sounding dazed. He shook himself after a moment, then turned to Xander. “Love you.”
Xander smiled.
The End
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