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12 January 2005 @ 01:13 am
'Lost and Found', a series of 7 for open_on_sunday's challenge #94 - Lost
Author: darkhavens
Title: Lost and Found
Pairing: Spike/Xander (and minor Giles/Ethan, Buffy/The Immortal, Faith/Robin)
Rating: R for death
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Lots of death, but not my boys - not permanently anyway ;o)


When Buffy died at the hands of the Immortal, Xander cried. He'd tried to get her to listen so many times but she never would. The stories he had to tell had come from Spike, after all, and she never quite believed it wasn't simple jealousy talking. The fact that he and Xander had been inseparable for years was brushed aside with the usual "I know vampires best, I was 'The Slayer' after all".

The Immortal, as it turned out, wasn't quite as immortal as he'd thought. Xander didn't need to hear the details. Spike's satisfied smile was quite enough.


The message they received at the hotel in Kathmandu was garbled, but just clear enough to terrify them both. It took a panicked late night call to England to be certain that the world wasn't about to end in a fiery hell. Unfortunately the news that they were given left them stunned. Willow had been caught up in a magic 'war' of sorts; two centuries of intra-coven feuding had been exposed. She'd tried to be the quiet voice of reason; even told about that nasty little turn she had herself in Sunnydale.

They never found enough of her to bury.

Faith and Robin

Their sacrifice was the stuff that legends are made of. The couple had closed the Cleveland Hellmouth for good, from the inside.

The call went out too late for reinforcements to arrive in time, though Spike and Xander were only in LA when they first heard.

By the time the plane had landed and they'd been driven to the site, the cleanup was already underway. The papers blamed the carnage on wild cats or feral dogs, and explained the disappearance of an entire city block with a solitary line about a long forgotten mine.

They gracefully declined to stick around.


Giles was killed by a heart attack. In bed. With Ethan Rayne.

They discovered at the wake that it wasn't his first. He'd sworn Ethan and Andrew both to secrecy on pain of death if they let slip that his condition wasn't great. He'd known the remaining Scoobies would have forced him to retire, and he loved his hand-built Council much too much to let it go. So instead he trimmed his hours, left the boring stuff to deputies, and concentrated on making sure his legacy would last.

They spent a drunken month in England swapping Ripper tales with Rayne.


Andrew passed the final exam on his seventh try and spent the night in tears, calling round the people he classed as family to let them know. He'd sobbed and sniffled to Xander for most of an hour before demanding that he pass the handset across the bed to Spike. He wilfully ignored repeated pleas of 'But I've already heard it all. Vampire senses here, remember, you soppy git?" And Spike had let him ramble on, aware of his near-worship of them both.

He was a Watcher for almost three whole months.

He was buried with his 'family' in attendance.


Spike listened, stunned, as Xander laid the whole thing out. He'd obviously thought long and hard about what he had to say.

They'd always thought it would come down to 'do or die' in the end - a lethal wound in battle, or an accident. They'd even discussed the vagaries of illness and disease, but never quite approached the somehow taboo subject of aging.

And now his love was telling him he wanted to be turned. He'd learned that with Spike there he could weather losses so profound he thought, alone, he'd surely break and die of grief.

Spike obliged.


Dawn was interred in Italy, in the mausoleum that held generations of her husband's regal family. The ceremony was held in the late afternoon, through to early evening. Her children, and their children, and even theirs turned out to say their fond farewells to the matriarch they'd all called Bit.

Spike and Xander watched from a nearby crypt as dozens of friends and relatives came to say goodbye. They watched as her eldest grandson picked his way between the graves, smiling as he approached.

"We hoped you would come. Bit spoke of you often. There is blood at the house..."


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Ame: I've got your back by Saifaiamejisuto on January 12th, 2005 01:42 am (UTC)
There isn't enough words to convey how great I think this is. Thank you for this. Really.
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 01:53 am (UTC)
Thanks darlin'. I didn't actually expect to be thanked for killing them all off. It felt so evil! *g*
Spike's Heart: Cross My Heart - yindaggerspikes_heart on January 12th, 2005 01:58 am (UTC)
You kill me! Excellently done. And yay, Spike for avenging Buffy's death. And I loved the last one about Dawns.

**pets the boys** At least they have each other.
darkhavens: hug [me]darkhavens on January 12th, 2005 02:06 am (UTC)
Thank you. :o)

**pets the boys** At least they have each other.

I don't think I could ever have it any other way. *g*
willshenilshe on January 12th, 2005 02:00 am (UTC)
And now I'm sobbing like a little baby thing. Odd, what touched me most, were the drabbles about Giles and Andrew. Probably Andrew because I can so *see* that happening.

Damned good drabbled. Damn good.
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 02:10 am (UTC)
{{{hugs you and passes the tissues}}}

I think Giles deserves to die in bed with someone who loves him, and Andrew got to die in action, something he'd probably spend eternity telling everyone about.

Thank you. :o)
Sorry about your guitar: Wasteland nowcityphonelines on January 12th, 2005 02:00 am (UTC)
No one has even killed them off so well, so respectfully. Those were... amazing, seriously. And the last line of the Dawn one? Fantastic.
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 02:13 am (UTC)
Thank you. I felt a bit naughty killing everyone off like that, but it was the only theme that seemed to work for me with this challenge, and they did die well. ;o)
Nebula: iconic_moon_spanderauthoressnebula on January 12th, 2005 02:04 am (UTC)
I cried. I'm so bad but I started crying with Andrew. Each one was simple and effective, going straight to my heart. But Andrew's was the most heart wrenching, because it had started out so happily. Loved these, another wonderful job.

darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 02:17 am (UTC)
::passes the tissues::

I didn't want to kill Andrew off before making his dream come true. All the others have heroic deeds/actions to their name and he... had none. So, I let him go out in style.

Thanks! :o)
fydyanfydyan on January 12th, 2005 02:19 am (UTC)
Wow. This is an amazing thing to do simply by drabbles, but you did a great job.
darkhavens: sx a love eternal [literati]darkhavens on January 12th, 2005 02:41 am (UTC)
Thank you. :o)
outsideth3boxoutsideth3box on January 12th, 2005 02:31 am (UTC)
My brain is turned off right now, and for now, that's what I need. Otherwise I'd be able to thiink of something better than


Thank you. Glad I got to see these.
darkhavens: hug [me]darkhavens on January 12th, 2005 03:05 am (UTC)
Thanks, sweetie. :o)
Lalkhamsin-khamsolalpiratepurple on January 12th, 2005 02:34 am (UTC)
*sobs* That was beautiful. I've been so teary all day, this had me bawling.
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 03:07 am (UTC)
Aw, sweetie! {{hugs and passes tissues}}

Thank you.
funkparadise on January 12th, 2005 03:14 am (UTC)
OMG That was the most awesome set of drabbles I have ever read.

::walks away in a daze::
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 03:34 am (UTC)
Oh wow! Thank you! ::beams::
Dani: *purrs* (me not snaggable)umbralillium on January 12th, 2005 03:22 am (UTC)
*sniffles* Lovely! It amazes me how much emotion you get into your drabbles. *snogs you*
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 03:35 am (UTC)
Thank you! :o)

*smogs you back*
tabaquitabaqui on January 12th, 2005 03:28 am (UTC)
Ahhhh, how nice!
I like.
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 03:36 am (UTC)
Hee! I kill 'em all off and you say 'nice'? You're high on all those snogs you're getting, aren't you? *g*

::adds another one::

who said what now? - tabaqui on January 12th, 2005 03:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on January 12th, 2005 04:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - tabaqui on January 12th, 2005 04:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
snitches be crazy: courtesy of frenchieiconshighola on January 12th, 2005 03:49 am (UTC)
Wonderful! A fitting end for everyone. *g*
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 04:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! I thought so too. :o)
cleeazcleeaz on January 12th, 2005 03:55 am (UTC)
That was sad, yet wonderful.
darkhavens: smoochdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 04:06 am (UTC)
Thank you. :o)
annabuffyannabuffy on January 12th, 2005 04:43 am (UTC)
The only words I have are bittersweet,yet beautiful.
darkhavensdarkhavens on January 12th, 2005 04:59 am (UTC)
Oh, those words will do nicely. Thank you. :o)
quondamquadratquondamquadrat on January 12th, 2005 05:24 am (UTC)
Those were beautiful! Thank you for writing and posting them.

darkhavensdarkhavens on January 13th, 2005 06:04 am (UTC)
Thank you! :o)