Title: Come To Play
Author: Starla
Email: starla@buffymail.com
Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Gorlock, Alana, Adrian Townsend, and anyone else you don't recognize.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.
Author's Notes: It *will* be B/A I promise. I realise this part is a little depressing. Sorry. Season 4 did happen, Fish Boy did date Buffy, Angel went to LA, etc.
Spoilers: I dunno. Anything is possible, be warned.
Summary: 150 years after the Scooby Gang die, they return to Earth to help out the current Slayer and her Slayerettes.

Epilogue


Two and a Half Years later.


Alana tried not to be scared as the demon advanced on her, holding her down. She couldn't move. She felt it's scaly fingers brushing across the skin on her neck, felt it's long fingers clamping around her neck, squeezing the air out of her....squeezing the life out of her.

She coughed once, twice, and then everything went black....so black.

And then, nothing.

The smell of Frangipani wafted into Buffy's nostrils, and she moaned in contentment, snuggling deeper into Angel's embrace, her cheek rubbing against the bare skin on his chest.

They were all at the beach, the mid afternoon sun gently warming their skin, the waves lapping softly at the shore. Their laughter as the others played catch with a frisbee caused a smile to spread across Buffy's face, and she pulled Angel to his feet, ready to join the game.

She never made it, because she saw Alana standing in the distance, her hair blowing around her face. Buffy's smile grew, and she ran towards the other slayer, surprised at how happy she was to see her. She hugged Alana tightly, and then pulled away, the slayers smiling at each other warmly.

Buffy didn't think about her words as she spoke them, but instinctively knew that they were the right thing to say.

"Welcome home, little sister."

The End