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Prophecies are prophecies for a reason. You can defy them, write over them, even sign them away, but if something’s meant to come to pass, it will pass. Buffy died, Connor killed Sahjan, I became human and the world kept on turning.
The tricky thing about prophecies, is they really only give you the gist of things. Becoming human- it’s not like your heart just starts beating and you go along your merry way. New life means there’s no place for you in your old world. Not like there was much waiting for me in L.A., but after the battle I didn’t even get to look for survivors, for my friends. I just rolled out of bed and watched the carnage on the news from across the country somehow knowing I was supposed to be at work in 40 minutes. The Powers stepped in and gave me my so called reward, my new life and all the written-over memories that come with it. Shoved right into my new place like Dawn was, but far less original.
There’s the woman. My ex. Capital E, capital X. The woman I was in love with, the woman I wanted to marry, the woman who I couldn’t have. She’s blonde, of course she’s blonde. We don’t see each other that often, but we have a kid together, a son. Probably a year or two older than Connor would have been. I don’t have custody but I get to see him grow, I get to raise him, play sports with him, and wonder if somewhere Connor’s still alive.
I still help the helpless, night and day, but I don’t see the demon side of things too often anymore. It’s mostly murderers, kidnappers, standard issue humans. I got the equivalent resources I had at Wolfram and Hart, and I still got the team. For the first year and a half, I couldn’t stand them. There was the brainy chick, the wild guy, the tall black guy, the awkward overeducated guy, and the boisterous chick… but they weren’t Fred, Lorne, Gunn, Wesley, or Cordy and I resented them for that. Maybe the Powers thought they were doing me a favor, putting me with people so close yet so far from the ones I worked with, the ones who were my family.
One favor they didn’t do me though, they didn’t get rid of all the baggage- all the pain that Angelus caused, I’m still dealing with that and I’m allowed to. I was a military sniper, even killed a warlord at his son’s birthday party, maybe they knew nothing would take away what Angelus did. So I’ve vowed to catch as many killers as I’ve killed. Too many to count now, and I don’t have immortality on my side anymore. But I’ve got a shiny badge.
I’ve been living as Seeley Booth for three and a half years now, almost as long as I ever worked with the people at Angel Investigations. I have friends, I have a life, my shrink even says I’m falling for my partner and it’s possible he’s right. She is beautiful… in that sciencey, squinty sort of way. I don’t know though, could someone as factual as Bones ever understand, ever believe me if I told her I used to be a vampire.
A hot cup of coffee, maybe some advil… hell a bottle of vodka would probably b best right now. His head throbbed as the bell rang, signaling his entrance to the diner. He’d shoot the bell, but he wasn’t so sure his therapist would like it.