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Summary- I decided to challenge myself, since no one ever challenges me, this story is somewhat odd, but i believe it’s pretty good, if not, sorry i tried lol!
It‘s pretty much a whole different plot line now, which is described in the first few paragraphs. Also i recommend you have seen most of the season 7 so far.

Tomorrow Is A Different Day

~Intro~

May 21st 2008

It was a very slow night for patrolling, and Buffy was bored. She sat on a tombstone in a Beverly Hills cemetery, thinking about the most recent events in her life. She had just moved to Beverly Hills from Sunnydale and was adjusting to the new surroundings; Beverly Hills had a lot less vampires than Sunnydale she noted, and it was also a very nice place to live. It sure beat living on the Hell Mouth.

Buffy was the last of the Scooby gang to move out of Sunnydale. Giles of course still resided in England, Willow had met a new woman, Emily, and the two shared an apartment in a small city outside of Sunnydale, Xander and Anya bought a nice house in the nice part of L.A., and Dawn was now attending a college in Oregon and she stayed in a dorm there. Spike had finally up and left Sunnydale again a few months before she did and hadn’t been heard from since.

Buffy had begun walking back home to attend to her three year old son, Mathew who was being babysat by a neighbor. Mathew’s father was Richard, he had decided to ask Buffy out on a date one day after the crazy endless birthday party and almost-apocalypse. Their dating got pretty serious and the two were engaged to be married when Mathew was born, sadly enough, Richard was killed by an accident on the construction site, leaving Buffy to take care of a child on her own.

~The New Dwelling~

She entered the house at about a quarter past nine in the evening, and the babysitter told her that Matt had fallen asleep an hour ago. Buffy dismissed the sitter and paid her for the week. Buffy had a steady job now, working at a local computer company that answered phone calls costumers had about their computers.

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After getting settled and into some comfortable pajamas she sat down in the living room of her nice 15 room home to watch some TV when she heard a vehicle outside, which was strange for that time of night. “What the...?” She got up and looked outside, seeing a moving truck. Someone was moving into the house two doors down from hers that had been empty for several months.

Buffy went back to watching TV for a while until she finally fell asleep on the sofa. Tomorrow would be Saturday and she could finally get a break from her job, well one of her jobs anyway, slaying was still scheduled seven days a week.

May 22, 2008

The next morning she was awaken by Matt tugging on her shirt to wake her up. “Mommy, mommy!” He cried out. “I hungry!”

Buffy slowly rose and yawned. “Ok, Matt, I’m up. I’ll get you breakfast.” She picked up her child and carried him into the kitchen where she sat him at the table on his booster seat. “So how about some Count Chocula cereal?” Matt nodded happily. “I do not know how you are so lively every morning, I envy that.” Buffy received a confused look from her son as she set the cereal down in front of him and began making her own bowl.

“We go to the park today?” Matt asked cutely while making a mess of his face with the milk.

“Yes, we will, but only if you wipe your face first.” She laughed and handed him a towel. he did as asked and soon finished his breakfast. Buffy dressed him and they were out and on their way to the park.

~Never Talk To Strangers In The Park~

The park wasn’t too far away, only a couple of blocks, and it was a beautiful day outside. They were about half way there when Buffy noticed something...or someone that was out of place. She saw who she thought was Spike, coming towards them from down the street. She decided that it couldn’t be possible, it was daylight, and it’d just be too impossible for it to be him.

Buffy and Matt crossed the street and continued on their way to the park. Little did they know, Spike had noticed them too...

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Buffy sat on a bench in the shade as she kept an eye on Matt playing with a few other kids on the jungle gym. It amazed her how easily little kids made friends so quickly. Matt waved to her as he went down an orange slide. She smiled back at him. He continued to go and play on the tiny tot swings with his friends.

Spike stood behind a tree, watching. He was almost certain that the woman sitting on the bench was in fact, Buffy...but who was the little child that she has brought with her? The first thought that had came to his mind was that it had been Anya and Xander’s child. Before he’d left Sunnydale he never left his crypt and never came into contact with anyone, so therefore was very out of date on anything dealing with Buffy or her friends.

Buffy felt a strange feeling in the air that today would be one of those days, a strange day when weird things happened, she also sensed someone’s eyes upon her and turned her head, looking in every direction, until she saw a foot sticking out from behind a tree. She slowly stood and silently walked over to the tree and began to speak. “You know if you’re going to hide from someone you should at least remember to...” She stopped mid sentence as soon as she saw who the man was.

“Hey Slayer” Spike casually said, as if he hadn’t even noticed she was there to begin with. “How's it goin‘? Long time no see.”

“Ok first of all, how the hell are you out in the sun? And why are following me around?” Buffy asked curiously.

“Good to see you too.” He rolled his eyes and held up his hand, exposing a ring. “Gem of Amarra, got myself one, and I wasn’t following you around I was just checking to see if you were who I thought you were.”

“Well, I’m probably who you thought I was. Where’d you go after you left Sunnydale so suddenly without any notice?” Buffy asked.

“Around. To a lot of places, I like to look around before I choose a place that’s permanent.” He answered, just then, Matt ran up to Buffy and tugged on her shirt.

“Who’s that?” He asked, looking up at Spike.

Buffy picked up her child. “That’s Spike, he’s an...old friend.” Spike gave her a strange glance, never had she called him a friend before. “Spike this is Matt, my son.”

Spike’s eye’s just about popped out of his head and his jaw nearly fell off. He was in total disbelief...had he really not seen her for that long? “Your...son? No bloody way.” Was all he managed to get out.

“Yes way. We haven’t seen each other in almost five years, Spike. A lot can change.” Buffy said, matter of factly.

“Yeah, apparently so. Mind me asking who the lucky father is?” He didn’t want to sound nosey or rude, he hadn’t known anything about what had happened.

“Matt, go and play a little while longer.” Buffy put Matt down and he ran off to find his play mates. “His father is Richard, you know the guy that was at my birthday party the day we all got stuck in the house?”

“Oh. So you two finally decided to hook up.” Spike sounded some what mad at this, he hadn’t liked Richard from the start and now, here was Buffy, with his child.

“He’s dead.” Buffy said, a blank look on her face.

Spike’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He said sympathetically.

“It’s okay, it’s been three years, It’s a little easier to talk about.” There was a silence for about 20 seconds that seemed to last forever. “So, how’ve you been?” She quickly changed the topic of conversation.

“Oh you know, dead still, I’ve managed to hold on to my soul and now I’m living here in the hills.” Spike stated.

“You’re living here, where at?” Buffy asked. It was weird, the two of them talking, and him not being insane. As if the past had never happened.

“On Midnight Circle, ‘bout the middle of the hills, it’s not too far from here.” Spike leaned against the tree, as he always did when talking to Buffy back in the day at the cemetery.

“Your kidding me? Did you like just move last night?” Buffy asked, surprised.

“Uh, yeah, why? Word spread that quick around here?” He smoothed back his hair, as he listened to Buffy and watched the children play.

“No, you moved two houses down from me, I’m 217 Midnight.” She paused. “I swear I cannot get away from you.” She joked and turned to the playground. “Matt, let’s go.” Matt came running over to her, smiling.

“That right? Well maybe I’ll stop by sometime, we can chat a bit more. Till then, I’ll see you.” Spike gave a wave to Buffy and Matt, Matt waved back excitedly.

“Bye Spike, good seeing you again.” Buffy said, not believing she actually let the words slip from her mouth. Spike couldn’t believe it either.

“You too, Slayer.” He said. Then Matt yelled. “Bye bye Spike!” Spike waved again and begun on his walk to where ever he was headed.

Buffy watched to see where he was going, but he soon turned a bend and was out of sight. Wow, he looks even better in the sunlight...Buffy! Stop thinking these things, he’s Spike, your ex-fling. She snapped out of it, and she and Matt walked home.

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