Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, though the plot is my own.
Distribution: Ask! richellarose@hotmail.com
Rating and Warning: This story is pure G but it contains male/male situations and also male/female/male/female. If you cannot handle this, do not read.
Summary: Sad fiction, 40+ years in the future. NO Spoilers for anything. There is a great much assumed here and if you all ask I will expand to do some before stories or I would love to hear some stories that others write as pre-this story. I love fan fiction so please if you write something as a companion to this please email me and let me read it.
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It has been a good life, the frail witch thought as she looked at the framed picture of the `gang' as it finally had evolved into. She was in the middle of the picture one jean clad leg thrown over the arm of the bright red overstuffed chair. Angel was behind the chair standing straight and proud as always his arm thrown possessively over the shorter bleach blonde, Spike. Faith, the rouge slayer, was in the floor in front of her, the dark curls spread over her lap. Wesley with his arms wrapped around his wife Cordelia standing beside Angel and Xander, who had his hands on a kneeling Gunn. The eight of them had finally morphed into quite a fighting group. Wesley and Cordelia finally moved back to England so Wes could recharge the dying out council. Xander and Gunn were killed 5 years after this picture by a gang war. Out of all Willow mourned these passings because of the human element. They had fought demons and evil for so long only to die by the hands of those they tried to protect. Angel, Spike, Faith and her had been a true family. The four lovers were together for 35 years. Her and Faith had become immortal when taken as mates. When their mates died they would age normally again and be able to die just as other humans. Spike was the first to go, killed by the very same Chaos demon that had stolen Drusilla (who was dusted within the same year as Darla's return). The three of them, though weakend, survived another 5 years without incident. Angel finally achieved human hood then was killed in a car accident not a month after. Faith and her had finally returned to mortal. She remembered these last few years fondly. Their bodies aged quickly after so long and Faith had just last week died of a heart attack. They had moved to the little cottage that Angel had given them on the coast of Ireland after she had had her stroke. She was not sure why she was the last of them but she knew that they would all meet again soon in the after life. She was to die soon she knew, she could feel it coming. She had left all the properties and belongings to Wes and Cordelia's granddaughter, Angel and Faith had left all her things to their Grandson, William. Willow smiled at the love that had passed down through the family; they had had twins Anne Faith and William Angelus. Anne had become a watcher and Will had married a Seer like their mother and had twins Angel and William. Willow and Faith because of being immortal could never conceive and found the honor Wes and Cordelia bestowed upon them great indeed. Willow was so proud of their Grandniece and Nephew, both talented watchers who were leading the new and improved council. Willow gazed out at the waves crashing in front of the little cottage and smiled, things sure do come full circle in a grand way don't they!?
THE END or is it the beginning?