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Prophecies Suck

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Prophecies Suck". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Sometimes love and death are connected. Nominated for Best BtVS/AtS Category at the Crossing Over Awards

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Action/Adventure > Xander-Centered(Current Donor)VladtheImpishFR181175,18542135,41414 Oct 0714 Oct 07Yes

Epilogue

Epilogue



Buffy and the others arrived at the Summers house a couple of hours after witnessing Xander’s death and they were all in different levels of shock. Dawn was still crying uncontrollably, Joyce having to hold her so she didn’t fall to her knees. Joyce herself was finding it difficult to stop crying, the loss of her surrogate son slowly sinking in and the pain that realisation was causing only got worse with every passing moment.

Willow was in a similar state to Dawn, Tara doing what she could to console her girlfriend whilst also dealing with her own feeling of loss. For Willow she had lost a part of herself, Xander being a part of her life for as long as she could remember. For Tara it was the loss of a friend that had managed to make her feel a part of a family and an example that men were not all like her brother and father.

Giles was subdued, unable to do much of anything unless it was necessary. His first thought was to find the biggest bottle of the strongest whiskey known and lose himself to it, but he knew that was a road better not taken, as he needed to remain strong for the others. He was also aware that Xander’s adoptive parents both had troubles with alcohol and didn’t want to dishonour his memory by becoming anything like those poor excuses for humans.

He idly thought that they should be notified of his death, for official reasons if nothing else, but decided that they had wanted nothing to do with the young man in life, so there was no reason to think they would care now that he was dead. Once he’d rung Angel in LA to let him know of Xander’s passing, everyone who was of importance to the young man would know and everyone else could go to hell.

Buffy had stopped crying after the blue ball of energy that had once been Xander’s body had soared into the sky and now her face was devoid of any and all emotion. Hey eyes were still red and puffy from crying, but there were no other signs of life there. Her movements were mechanical and lacking the subtle nuances that people made to show they were more than automatons. She didn’t acknowledge anyone or anything as she made her way upstairs to her room, closing the door behind her and locking it so she couldn’t be disturbed.

A flash of light caught her attention and she saw a bright pink envelope appeared on her pillow, her name printed on it in Xander’s unmistakable scrawl. A flicker of emotion flashed across her face as she went over and picked it up, carefully opening the envelope as though in fear it would crumble in her fingertips.

She slowly removed the paper inside, finding at first that it was simply a blank piece of paper but after a moment a letter in Xander’s handwriting began to reveal itself.

Hi Buffy,

If you’re reading this letter it means that I’m dead and the prophecy has been fulfilled. I know leaving a letter for you to read after I’m gone is clichéd, but I wanted to make sure that there was a written record of a few things. Just so you know the others will find similar letters waiting for them on their pillows as well, each one designed so that only the person it’s addressed to can read it.

The first thing I want to tell you is that I, Alexander ‘Xander’ Lavelle Harris, am in love with you, Elizabeth ‘Buffy’ Anne Summers. Never, *ever* doubt that is anything less than 100% true, because I have never been more certain of anything in my life.

The second thing I wanted to tell you was that I’m sorry for all the secrets that I’ve kept from you over the years. While I can’t say that I would have done anything any differently, I do know how hurt you must have been when you found out how much I had kept from you all and that is something I never wanted to do.

Now that the whole ‘baring my soul’ thing is over, it’s time to get to the good stuff. As you are all aware, I wasn’t exactly poor. The majority of my money is invested in a dozen or so multinational companies. A company known as the Savox Trust owns all these; this is a ghost company I set up during my road trip. I have set it up so that the companies all run without needing any input by myself and there are enough paper trails to keep anyone wanting to know who them man behind the company is busy for a very long time.

While the easiest thing would have been to simply leave the company to you and the others, it would put you into the spotlight and that’s a place you can’t be with the calling you have. I have however left instructions with the head of each company that, if you or one of the others were to contact them, they are to give you any and all assistance you need. Both the Scooby Gang and the Fang Gang are on that list; you’ll find a portfolio in the ‘spare room’ containing information on the businesses I own along with who and how to contact each one.

The reason I’ve set it up like that is because of the Council. We all know that Quentin and the Tweed Brigade are keeping close tabs on you, if they found out you had access to one of the largest conglomerates in the world they’d stop at nothing to gain control of it and you in the process. This way you get the help you need when you need it without the Council getting anything.

I’ve also set up several accounts with banks all over the world, one for each of you. A healthy amount of money will be deposited into these accounts on a monthly basis, to be used as you all see fit. I wanted to make sure that you all have the best chance of happiness the only way I can, by ensuring that you never have to worry about where the money to pay the bills will come from. Don’t worry; Dawn can’t use her account without Joyce countersigning the withdrawal form, something that won’t change until the day after her High School graduation. There’s one set up for Oz as well, he might not be part of the group now but he was for a while and that counts for something, so if you see him again let him know.

The cabin is already in your name and your mom should get a letter in the mail informing her that the mortgage has been paid on the house and the gallery. Willow and Tara will also find that they are now the proud owners of an off campus apartment.

I know you have always worried that you would never get to lead a normal life, this might not make your life more normal but it’ll definitely make it a helluvalot easier. I want you to have a happy life Buffy, I’m just sorry I won’t be there to share it with you.

Love always,

Xander.


Buffy stared at the letter for several minutes, giving her mind time to process everything. A small smile began to appear on her face, as even after death Xander looked out for her.

“I love you Xander,” she whispered, knowing that wherever Xander was he heard her. Putting the letter back inside its envelope, she placed it next to the photo of herself, Willow and Xander that had been taken on Graduation Day, before making her way back downstairs.

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