Rating: If you watch, you can read.
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. Joss owns all, I'm just borrowing. Not mine, not mine, well, except for the crazy plot.
Distribution: LoD, bien sur, and if anybody else wants it, just ask.
Sypnosis: What happens *after* the End of Days? Silly Fic
Author's Note: This was a challenge from Isa, and it's included below. The song is "The Greatest Love of All" by Whitney Housten. Dawn isn't in this. Umm, that's all.
Pairings: B/A, of course, Gunn/Fred, friendly Cordelia/Spike-ness.
Feedback: DO I NEED TO ASK? Yes! The answer is YES!!
Challenge (Thank you Isa!):
- Somebody streaking through town
- Eight lines of lyrics, no more, no less
- Blue lipstick
- The question "Are you drunk?"
And a snowball fight! Good luck with that one! Use your imagination and
HURRY UP!

"Well, I must say, that was certainly eventful." cried Buffy. The End of Days had been won, with little sacrifice. Hellmouths everywhere were closed forever and all of the remaining demons on the earth had either been killed or cursed with permanent souls.

"I can't believe it's over. It was so...sudden." Willow mused. She helped Xander up and started to walk over to where Buffy was. Willow had many bruises on her face, and gashes everywhere. Xander had a sprained ankle and a broken finger.

"Willow, I daresay it was not sudden. It's been prophesized for many centuries." Giles said, wincing. His right arm had been broken in several places.

"A-anyway, we survived, I-I th-th-think that we all should be grateful f-f-f-f-f-for that." Tara stuttered. She had only a few cuts and bruises, saved only by her magic skills.

"Right then, well, I say--oomph-" Spike tripped over a body on the way over to the small group.

"Huh," Xander observed, "It's Riley. Do you suppose he's dead?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Let's hope so." Buffy said, relieved. Riley had only really come back from the Republic-of-Where-In-The-Hell for the battle, and she was pretty glad that he died. She had never really liked the Teutonic doof in the first place.

All of a sudden, an agonizing scream was heard a short distance away.

"What was that?" said an alarmed Willow.

"Aww," sighed Cordelia as Gunn, Fred, and Wesley came up behind her, "It's Angel. He's getting his shansu! How nice. Wes," she turned to look at him, "How long do you think it will take? Because I wanna stick around, but I'm getting kind of hungry."

"Well, I'd say anywhere from an hour to a couple of days. I can't quite tell." Wesley explained.

"A-Angel? He-he was here?" Buffy froze. Then, almost in slow motion, she ran in the direction of the scream.

"Well. That was interesting. I say we party." Cordelia exclaimed. The battered group of misfits trudged off to the mansion on Crawford street to recuperate.

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The door to the Mansion on Crawford street opened and ten friends straggled in.

"So, wadda you wanna do? I don't know about you all, but I don't think I wanna sleep after that living nightmare." Xander said as he collapsed on the couch.

"I vote we get out of these clothes. I don't like this squishy demon stuff on my shirt." Everyone agreed with Fred.

"Yeah, I vote you get outta those clothes too." Gunn whispered in her ear, causing Fred to blush wildly.

The group dispersed to get their belongings to change. After they had evacuated the town, they had brought essential toiletries and extra clothes to the Mansion as their home base.

"Hey, I-I'll get the f-f-f-first aid st-stuff set up, so just uhh, umm, come d-down when y-y-y-y-you're r-ready." Tara said. Since she had suffered the least, she decided to step up to the plate and give it the old college try with first aid.

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Meanwhile, Buffy sprinted to Angel's side. He was wriggling and writhing in pain, looking like he was having a seizure.

"Angel! Angel, can you hear me?!" Buffy cried frantically. She had vaguely been explained the whole "shanshu" thing, but she wasn't sure if what was happening to him at the moment was good or bad.

Angel screamed again, but he stopped writhing. Suddenly, his body started glowing. He rose up, and started shining like a beacon. A great thunderbolt came from the sky and struck Angel, tearing all his clothes off his perfectly formed, greek-god-like body.

Buffy became very quiet and just stared.

*My, he's been working out. Just look at his chest! And the arms...and ohh, naked Angel! Naked Angel! Bad Buffy! Ohh, naked Angel!"

Angel fell to the ground and suddenly gasped for breath. He bolted upright and put his hand on his chest, over his now-beating heart.

"Buffy?"

"Angel! I'm here! "

"Buffy, god Buffy! I'm human! I'm human!!" Angel exclaimed, as if the louder he was yelling, the more human he would get.

"No, actually, you're not fully human. You're a human in all respects, where you can go into the sunlight and a stake anywhere will probably kill you, but you have superhuman strength. You will keep the powers that you possessed as a demon, but since there aren't any demons left to fight, you can still train with Buffy. There is no curse, however, since we must balance the universe, there will be one result of your happiness, Angel. We have a feeling you will learn of it in short order. Have fun, and have a nice life you two. You deserve it." This monologue was coming mysteriously from the sky that the lightning bolt had come from.

Buffy turned to look and Angel. He was smiling like he had never smiled before. Before she knew what took over her, she lunged at him and kissed him a passionate, tongues dueling, saliva swapping, knock-you-socks-off kind of kiss.

"Buffy...that was amazing. More than amazing. I mean," he was cut off by Buffy kissing him again. It soon turned into a PG-13/R grope-fest, and Angel pulled back.

"Buffy, as much as I want to do this, and believe me, I SO WANT TO DO THIS, I'm sitting in a puddle of demon blood, and however kinky that might seem to you, I really need to get up, and I think that we should go to the mansion and-"

"Angel," Buffy said, "you're rambling. Let's go."

They jumped up and sprinted toward the mansion.

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At the mansion, Willow, Tara, Spike, Xander, Anya, Giles, Cordelia, Gunn, Wesley, and Fred were gathered in the living room sprawled out on the furniature, graciously donated by the only furniature store in Sunnydale. (After the news of the End of Days came to the Wiccan woman who ran it, she decided that if the world was going to be sucked into hell, people might as well be sitting on comfortable overstuffed couches.)

"Soooooo... waddaya wanna do?" Xander asked the group. Everyone was wearing their pyjamas (or what constituted for pyjamas), and their battle wounds were dressed.

"How about a rousing game of truth or dare?" suggested Gunn who had Fred in his lap.

"I'm in," Willow said, "we need something that requires no thinking and lots of cheap fun."

Everyone else nodded in agreement. At that moment, the front door burst open and a very excited looking Buffy and a very naked looking Angel came running though.

"Umm, hi guys. I didn't think that you would be here. Umm, what's up?" Buffy exclaimed anxiously. Angel was simultaneously hiding his nakedness behind Buffy and placing soft kisses on her jawline.

"We're playing truth or dare. You can come join us or..." Willow trailed off, looking at the two love bunnies, "go upstairs and shag. Whichever." This received smirks from the rest of the occupants of the room.

"Ok, we'll let you know." Buffy giggled, distractedly. She was paying more attention to Angel's playful nips than what Willow was saying. Then, Buffy took Angel's hand and lead him up the stairs.

A few minutes later, Angel ran down the stairs and asked breathlessly if anyone had any condoms. Receiving a negative, he grabbed some change from a pot and streaked through the town of Sunnydale to the drugstore. He smashed a window and went inside. After grabbing a few packages of Trojan Extended Pleasure Wear condoms in extra-large and plunking the change down on the counter (he may have saved the owners life, but he wasn't going to steal), he ran down the street, back into the house and up the stairs.

"Guess we won' t be seeing those two for a few hours." Cordelia smirked.

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"Ok Spike, truth or dare?" Cordelia asked.

"Dare. You bloody wankers can't make up a truth to save your life! Please, tryin' to ask Li'l Bit over there if she was a virgin? I could'a told you bloody poofs without playin' this crackpot game." Spike went on his tirade while motioning to Fred. Fred, naturally blushed in reference to her earlier question.

"Fine," Cordelia said with a smirk, "We're going to do a makeover. Girls, I think we have our work cut out for us!" She jumped up, with Tara, Willow, Fred, and Anya following suit, and grabbed Spike by the arm.

"See ya later boys, and we'll try to be gentle..." the girls giggled and disappeared into the bathroom with a very concerned-looking Spike.

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Twenty minutes later, Anya stepped out of the bathroom and hurried to a bag on the nearby coffee table. She pulled out a CD and inserted it into the CD player. Cordelia stepped out of the bathroom, followed by Willow and Tara, and cued Anya ot start the music.

"And now, we, the girls, present the musical stylings of the newest member of the double-X club...Willimina!" announced Cordelia.

Spike stepped out in a fiery red dress, stockings, and a pair of Manolo Blahnik red pumps. His face was caked with make up and bright blue eyeshadow, with his hair hairsprayed and standing on end. The rest of the guys were silent for a full minute and then burst out laughing. Spike looked down in shame. He knew he had been whipped, even if he couldn't look in the mirror. His verse was starting up and he knew what he had to do.

//I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow
If I fail, if I succeed at least I'll live as I believe.// Spike sang rather timidly.

"Louder, Willimina! C'mon!" Cordelia egged. Spike looked at her, annoyed.

//No matter what they take from me, they can't take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all is happening to me.// Wesley broke out of his British personna and cat-called to Spike. Spike rolled his eyes, but continued.

//I found the greatest love of all inside of me
The greatest love of all is easy to achieve.
Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all .
Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all .// Spike finished, blushing as much a dead corpse could. Anya shut off the music, and the group continued applauding and jeering.

"Great, I'm officially humiliated. Now can I go?" Spike was only a few minutes away from dying, again, from the embarrassment.

"Oh!" Willow exclaimed, "We forgot something! Wait right here." She dashed into the bathroom and came back carrying a small lipstick. She gingerly dabbed some of the Blueberry Blue lipstick on her finger and rubbed it against Spike's lips. Another round of laughter was shot off by the guys and the girls burst into fits of giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, we've all had out fun with bloody Spike, now. Can I wash this shi- I mean stuff off my face now?" Spike said annoyed. He was humiliated.

"Wait, lemme get a picture. This can be wonderful blackmail!" Cordelia snatched her camera out of her bag and snapped a few pictures, "Love the camera, Spike. Make love to the camera!" She jeered.

"What about making love?" Buffy had appeared during the humiliation of Spike. Angel was in tow, and they were both looking very clean and very refreshed.

"Why hello you two. Feeling better, I presume?" Wesley asked, in all his Britishness.

"Surprisingly more tired, but *much* happier." Buffy smiled at Angel in a secretive way.

"Oh please, you two," Xander interjected, "We all know you were upstairs screwing for the past few hours. But, I think we can look past that, being that you have the whole "forbidden love" thing going for you. So, pull up a chair and play truth or dare with us." Everyone else agreed and Buffy climbed into Angel's lap.

It was then that Buffy really noticed Spike was dressed in drag.

"Spike! My God, *what* are you wearing...are you drunk?" Buffy giggled.

"No," Spike mumbled, "though I wish I was."

"Hey," Giles spoke for the first time, mostly because he was on painkillers for his arm, "that's actually not a bad idea. Angel, do you know of there is any Brandy on hand? I think we all could use a drink."

"I'll get it. Kitchen, right?" Gunn said while getting up. Angel nodded. Gunn pulled Fred after him, looking for a little hanky panky in the kitchen.

"H-Hey guys. Look. I-I-I-I-It's snowing o-o-o-outside." Tara stuttered as she pointed to the window. Sure enough, she was right, and snow was softly falling.

"And look," Xander observed, "there are giant hailstones outside. And it looks a little wet. It wasn't like that a few hours ago, right?"

Everyone was puzzled.

"Nothing is different, except no more Hellmouth, so that can't be it. What's happened in the last few hours that hadn't happened before?" Willow asked.

"I don't care, we saved the world. We deserve some fun. Let's go!" Cordelia yelped. All 10 of them hurried to put on shoes and jackets and ran outside. Anya started dancing in the snowflakes. Xander scooped up what little snow there was and aimed right for Willow. The small ball hit her on the shoulder, and with a surprised face, Willow stared at him.

"Snowball fight!!" Someone yelled, and all hell broke loose (in a manner of speaking), and the air was filled with hurtling snowballs.

"Hey! Hey! I've got it!" yelled Anya over the shouts of laughter, "the reason that the weather is going all wacko on us isn't because of the Hellmouth or weird weather fronts or anything. Buffy, Angel, didn't you just have sex?"

"Excuse me! I think that that's personal!" Buffy exclaimed.

"But you did!" continued Anya, "and somehow that's why the weather is changing. Each time Angel achieves total happiness, like that clause that made you, Angel, celibate, the weather changes. I'm thinking that you did it, what? Three times?"

Buffy and Angel looked sheepish.

"Yeah." they both said at the same time.

"It does make a kind of sense," Giles concluded, "that a cosmic power is rooted in you two. You both did play crucial roles in the End of Days battle."

"And this mysterious voice told me that there must be a balance to the universe, and there was to be a result. Huh." Angel looked a mixture of relieved and puzzled.

"Cool." Buffy stated. While all of this was going on, Spike had gathered up a large snowball and snuck up on Cordelia. He stuffed the mass of coldness down Cordelia's shirt, leaving her shrieking from the sudden chill.

And the fight continued.

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When the morning light began to shine over a hill, Spike headed into the mansion, followed by his cold, wet, and tired comrades. Everyone went to bed in the many bedrooms and all over the living room, while Buffy and Angel stayed out and watched Angel's first sunrise in two and a half centuries.

"Buffy, I love you so much. I just want you to know that. I've loved you for as long as we've been together and for the many years that we were apart. I love you and I want to marry you." Angel whispered in Buffy's ear.

Buffy turned from her comfortable embrace in Angel's strong arms and looked directly into his eyes.

"I love you, too. And I haven't stopped, either. So, did...did you just propose to me? Because if it was...well..." she trailed off.

"And what if it was? Would that be a yes?"

"Angel, that would be a hell yes!" Buffy cried. Angel captured her lips in a passionate kiss and whispered, "Let's see if we can make it sunny outside..."

And they lived happily ever after.

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