Alternate Universe: Unexpected
Story Title: Everything I Own
 

Chapter Title:

 

Follow Your Heart

Chapter Summary:

 

The Weckerly family (plus one) spends some time in the snow and meet an old friend.

 

Time line:

February, 2010

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History:

Joshua "JJ" Harris was born on April 21st, 2004

The twins (Danielle, "Dani" and William, "Billy") were born on February 12th, 2004.

Annie was born on February 14th, 1999

Spike and Buffy  were married in  February 1999

Buffy was born January 19th, 1981

William/Spike was turned by Dru in 1880 1890; first came to Sunnydale in September of 1997

 

All the Potentials were endowed with full Slayer power in February 2003.

Buffy and Spike learned of the other dimensions and got the memories from the 'Rome' Universe in May, 2003.

The ‘Wish-World’ lasted from January 19th, 2005 to January, 16th 2010.

 

Notes:

Music Referenced:

Follow Your Heart, Menyo

http://youtu.be/EAKjVefkyvg

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ScreenCaps courtesy of ScreenCap Paradise:

http://www.screencap-paradise.com/?cat=3

 

Thanks: Thanks so much to Paganbaby for her continued support and wonderful ideas. I especially needed her help with this story because of the complexity of it! {{Thanks PB!}}

Special thanks also to 'u2fan2005' and 'epd4' for their suggestions, corrections, and help betaing this chapter!!

Rating / Warnings:

NC17. Content is only suitable for mature adults. Contains explicit language, sex, adult themes, and other adult situations that some people may find objectionable. If you are under the age of 17 or find any of these themes objectionable – GO AWAY.

 

 Sunday, February 13th, 2010:

  

Buffy moaned a low, sleepy “Mmmmm” as she felt velvet fingers tracing random patterns on her skin and a cool tongue swirling delicate circles down her spine, sending tinglies through her whole body.  She lifted her arms over her head and stretched her sleepy body – lengthening and tightening all her muscles, arching her back, and pressing her butt against the creator of those tinglies.

 

“Good morning, handsome…”

 

“G’mornin’, cutie…” Spike replied before dropping his mouth back to her body and beginning a new trek down her golden skin.

 

Buffy moaned and yawned at the same time as Spike’s fingers circled one areola lightly, teasing her nipple to attention.

 

“Not boring ya, am I?” Spike questioned with a smirk.

 

“Uh-uh …” Buffy muttered, trying to stifle another yawn as her eyes closed again.  They’d been up late the night before and, judging by the lack of sunlight shining in the windows of their room at the B&B, it was still pretty early.  “Sleepy…”

 

“Shall I stop, my Sleeping Beauty?” Spike wondered as he trailed his soft mouth further down her spine and moved his hand to her other breast, sending goose bumps racing over Buffy’s skin as her back arched again and she felt his hardness against her ass.

 

“Uh-uh …”

 

“Might wake ya up if I keep goin’…” Spike pointed out.

 

“Mmmmmm … best way to wake up ever invented,” Buffy assured him, her voice still sounding half asleep.

 

Spike smiled and continued his trek down her body with his mouth and hands … barely grazing her hot skin with his cool fingers and leaving a damp trail of curlicues and figure eights up and down her spine.

 

Buffy was still oscillating between sleep and wakefulness … which made his touches, his hands, his mouth, feel all the more dreamy on her rapidly heating skin.  Her body tingled all over from Spike’s tender touches and she could feel her juices dampening her labia as his hands moved like a phantom … slowly, deliberately over her body.

 

Buffy pulled one leg up, bending it at the knee, when Spike’s fingers trailed across her mons, welcoming him into her.  Spike dipped one finger between her damp folds and sent a thousand little bolts of electricity down both of her legs when he delicately touched her clitoris with the tip of his finger.

 

“Oh God …” Buffy moaned, pressing back against him harder as he teased her wet slit with his fingers and rained soft kisses on the back of her neck.

 

Spike kept his touches light and teasing … over and around her clit … then down to her dripping hole and back again as his tongue found the spot behind her ear that never failed to awaken and electrify every nerve-ending in Buffy’s body.  Buffy turned her head back over her shoulder and Spike captured her mouth with his, sliding his tongue between her lips and exploring her mouth with the same delicate movements that he’d used on the rest of her body.

 

Need you… Buffy pleaded silently, wrapping her tongue around his as he tasted and teased and tantalized her.

 

Spike didn’t need a second invitation … her golden body, her heavenly scent, her hot skin, her wet folds … they were all combining to drive him as crazy as he was driving her.  Spike guided his penis down her ass until it was at her throbbing hole, then pressed his hips forward slowly, pushing the engorged head of his cock into her tight channel.

 

“Oh, baby … Mmmmm…” Buffy moaned as he pressed into her. That moment of connection … moment of becoming one with him, never disappointed.  Their bodies fit together as perfectly as their souls … spooning together as if they were made for each other, as if they were formed out of the same mold … or perhaps had been one at some time in the past, before Zeus separated them.

 

“So beautiful you are, pet …” Spike whispered in her ear as he pressed in further. His mouth found the soft skin of her neck again and his hand found a hard nipple and he began his teasing, ghostly, heavenly torture of her body anew. “What you do to me … God, Buffy …”

 

Spike moved his hips ever so slightly, making slow, easy love to her as his hands and mouth kept the chill bumps racing over her fevered skin.  Buffy closed her eyes and just let the feeling of his body against her back, his hands caressing her breasts, and his cock filling her, consume her completely.  It truly was the most perfect way to wake up ever invented … slow, sensuous sex with the man you love on a Sunday morning … was there anything better?

 

“You’ve got the job…” Buffy teased as she pressed back against him, running one hand down his outside thigh.

 

“Do I, now? And what job is that?” Spike wondered as he continued his slow rhythm of pressing in and pulling out of her hot, wet pussy.

 

“Alarm clock…” Buffy informed him. “You can be my alarm clock for all eternity. It doesn’t pay much, but the fringe benefits are awesome…”

 

“Mmmmm …” Spike moaned against her skin. “Sounds bloody brilliant…”

 

Spike reached across her towards the nightstand by the bed, but couldn’t reach it, so Buffy opened the drawer and pulled out what she knew he was looking for … a small fingertip vibrator.  She took it out of its little velvet bag and slipped it on his index finger and Spike turned it on.

 

Buffy’s body jerked back against him and a loud moan escaped her throat as Spike pressed the pliant vibrator between her folds and touched her clit. Buffy raised her top leg higher and draped it back over his, opening her pussy to him and Spike continued to tease her hard clit with the vibrator, just barely touching the erect nubbin, as he filled her hole with his thick shaft.

 

“Oh, God … Spike … baby … need more …” Buffy begged as she took up where he’d left off, teasing her own breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples and pressing her ass back against him. He was driving her completely insane … but this was finally the kind of insane that she didn’t mind; insane with desire, insane with lust for her husband … insane with yearning and need.

 

She could feel the tide within her swelling … so close, so close to breaking and crashing down on her … so very close … building higher and higher … into a tidal wave … so close. When Spike thought she couldn’t stand one more second of his torture, he jerked his hips hard into her and pressed the vibrator down onto her throbbing nubbin and the wave that had been building slammed over her like a thousand tsunamis. 

 

Buffy screamed out as wave after wave of bliss washed over her whole body … remembering a little too late to bury her face in a pillow to muffle her scream.  Her body tensed and trembled, her velvet pussy walls quivered and tightened like a vice around Spike’s cock and she let the euphoric waves that he’d built within her carry her away.  Buffy felt like she was floating in a sea of ecstasy. Cool water as blue as Spike’s eyes tickled her skin and seemed to bubble with blissful abandon in every cell of her body as it lifted her higher and higher into the stratosphere.

 

As Buffy floated back down on fragile bubbles of rapture, she pushed the pillow away from her face so she could breathe again. Her heart raced, her body shuddered, and a thin layer of perspiration covered her skin, despite the cool air of their room, as she struggled to breathe and waited for her brain to start functioning again.

 

“God Spike …” she breathed between gasps of air as he held her tightly against him, not wanting to break the spell of her orgasm. He loved feeling her cum around him, under him, next to him … to be able to take her to that little corner of heaven on earth – made his desire for her grow even stronger.

 

When he knew she was ‘back’, Spike began moving against her again, but Buffy pulled away and tuned to face him. At his confused expression, she simply removed the fingertip vibrator from his finger and, with a coquettish smile, pushed him onto his back. She flipped around and straddled him, putting her pussy over his heavenly mouth as she dropped her lips to the mushroom head of his cock and began teasing him with feathery flicks of her tongue.

 

Spike moaned against her mons, laving her cum from her pussy lips before delving deeper into her dripping hole. As Buffy teased his cock with her tongue, teeth, and lips, licking her juices and his pre-cum from his hard rod, she switched the small vibrator back on and pressed it against the base of his cock. Shockwaves washed over Spike’s balls and up his shaft, tickling Buffy’s nose as she nibbled and licked and kissed the silky skin covering his hard, heavenly rod.

 

Spike’s hips jerked up into her when she touched him with the vibrator and he moaned loudly against her, pressing his tongue deep into her slit which caused Buffy to moan just as deeply around his rod.  She began moving up and down on him, slowly at first, trailing her tongue in zigzag patterns over the length of him as her lips sucked and squeezed his thick cock and she moved the vibrator slowly over his balls down to his taint and then further down, until it pressed firmly against the sensitive skin around his puckered hole.

 

It was all Spike could do to keep from slamming his hips against her, fucking her mouth with wild abandon as he fucked her pussy with his tongue.  He reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands, then found her nipples and teased them back to full attention before pulling and twisting lightly, sending bolts of pleasure down her body and making her pussy throb faster and harder around his tongue. 

 

Buffy had intended on teasing Spike within an inch of his life … or un-life … or whatever … but his tongue and mouth and hands were thwarting her good intentions … Oh well, what was the saying? “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” She wasn’t looking for the road to hell, anyway … quite the opposite.  When Spike removed one hand from her tit and slid it down the crack of her ass, she knew that she was about to lose the battle with her good intentions.  He pressed his thumb slowly into her tight, puckered hole, still fucking her pussy with his tongue, and Buffy jerked back against him then slammed down on his cock … all thoughts of teasing him completely washed from her brain.

 

Spike sucked and licked and fucked her with his mouth and hands as he felt her orgasm building along with his own. Her mouth on his cock – so hot, so wet, so tight … sucking and licking and fucking him had him on the brink … When Buffy pressed harder on the vibrator against his ass and it slipped in, he completely lost that small sliver of control he’d been clinging to. Spike growled deeply against her pussy; his balls tightened as his cum demanded release and exploded up like a geyser into her heavenly mouth. 

 

His deep growl seemed to reverberate through Buffy’s entire body, starting with her core and spreading out in a blissful echo, reaching from her curling toes to the top of her head to the tip of her hot tongue then folding back in on itself.   She struggled to swallow his cum as she licked and slurped and fucked his ass and cock with her mouth and finger – holding her own orgasm just a moment longer … just one moment … just …

 

Buffy screamed around his cock, unable to stop the waves of his deep, animalistic growl from releasing her own wild animal from its self-imposed confines.  Her body bucked against his mouth and hand, driving his tongue and finger deeper into her convulsing body and suddenly she was free … a cheetah bolting across a wide, green prairie at what seemed a hundred miles an hour. And suddenly Spike was next to her, his lion’s mane flowing gracefully in the wind as they skimmed the earth … two warriors, two hunters … two pieces to one whole.

 

 

 

 

They careened around trees and sailed over fallen logs, splashed through cool puddles of clear water, sending exaltations of birds fluttering into the air away from them. They seemed to run forever, first one in the lead, then the other, before finally tangling and tumbling down together under a canopy of a huge tree in the middle of nowhere … as if they were the only beings on earth.

  

The predators growled against each other … snarling and snapping, rolling and grappling on the soft ground under the tree until finally realizing there was no winner or loser … neither was greater than the other -- they were different, yet the same. 

 

Buffy came back to herself to find that they had grappled and rolled and ended up face to face in each other’s arms.  As she looked up and met Spike’s eyes she saw and felt the one thing that Rack’s magick could never give her … unabashed love and adoration.  Buffy reached a hand up and touched Spike’s face gently, drinking in the love that showered over her like a warm, blue waterfall.

 

“I love you …” she whispered to him.

 

Spike turned his face and dropped a soft kiss in the palm of her hand before looking back into her eyes and letting himself drown in their green depths. “I love you too … my wild angel.”

 

**~**

 

Buffy plopped down on the bench next to Spike with a laugh and he pulled her to him with a strong arm around her shoulders and dropped a kiss on the tip of her red, frozen nose.  It was nearly lunchtime and she and the kids had been skating since after breakfast … which she was finally able to eat today. She wondered if her new ‘alarm clock’ had anything to do with her lack of morning sickness this morning, and made a mental note to test that theory tomorrow morning … and the morning after that…

 

Spike, true to the vow that he’d made years ago at the Coven that she’d never get him on ice skates, had been watching from one of the benches surrounding the small outdoor rink.  Buffy began to unlace her skates and put her boots back on as the kids continued showing off their moves on the ice. Yells of “MAMA!” … “PAPA!” … “DAD!” … “LOOK!” … “UNCLE SPIKE!” … “WATCH ME!” filled the air as the children all vied for attention and skated … and fell, and got up and laughed, and skated some more.

 

“They’ve turned out wonderfully,” came a familiar voice from behind them and the warriors turned around quickly to see Wanda standing there.  The Guardian Angel watched the children with a soft smile and a look of longing … or perhaps of nearly forgotten memories of the children she raised as her own so many years ago.

 

“Wanda!” Buffy exclaimed, jumping up from her seat as she stomped her feet into her boots then went around the bench and pulled the vicar’s wife turned Guardian Angel into a tight hug. Spike stood up and watched as the mother of all his children embraced the woman that he trusted with the lives of three of those children so many years ago. In truth, it was kind of surreal and a little disconcerting for him…

 

“Your heart found the right path, child,” Wanda told her when Buffy released her. “I knew you could…you just needed to trust it more.”

 

“Come sit down!” Buffy insisted, pulling Wanda by the hand back around the bench and sitting her in the middle of the seat.  Buffy sat down next to her, but Spike remained standing, not quite sure what to say to this woman who not only raised his other children but helped his wife find her way back to him.

 

Buffy kept a hold of Wanda’s hand, afraid that the angel would disappear before she had a chance to ask her some things. Buffy followed Wanda’s gaze to the skating rink where the children were all still trying out their moves and Buffy smiled softly, sitting in silence with her, understanding how heart-wrenching it must be for her to see children that looked exactly like the ones she raised and loved in her mortal life.

 

Finally, Wanda lifted her eyes to Spike and reached her other hand out towards him, silently inviting him to sit with them. Spike dipped his head and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck … feeling uncomfortable, not knowing what to say to this woman who not only raised his children but helped Buffy save them all. The sadness and guilt and shame over giving his children away came to the surface again as he looked into this woman’s eyes …

 

“Come sit, William,” Wanda invited softly, extending her hand further towards him and Spike finally acquiesced and sat down next to her.  Wanda took his left hand in hers and pulled it over to the hand that Buffy was holding, pressing their hands together between hers.

 

“You are both very special to me …” Wanda began, looking from one to the other. “You trusted me with your family … you brought love and laughter and joy into the life of my husband and I, and for this, I am eternally grateful.”

 

Wanda looked out over the skating rink, but in fact, she was looking back in time over a hundred years as she saw the faces of what she came to think of as her children laughing and smiling in front of her.

 

“Anne was a lovely girl … bright! … My word, that girl was bright,” Wanda recalled for them. “She fell in love with a serviceman … head over heels – it was love at first sight for both of them. They had four beautiful children … and never stopped loving each other … ‘until death do us part,’” Wanda related to them with a sad smile.

 

“William … dear sweet boy he was … just like his father,” Wanda told them, looking at Spike with loving eyes. “He loved his books … just like you, William, and was a fine poet.  He aspired to writing a whole book of love poems and sonnets … but lost the love of his life quite young,” Wanda related sadly. “He loved his children dearly and devoted his life to them after she passed … but he was never quite the same after that.

 

“He never could open his heart to another … I think that’s what finally took him, truth be told. After his youngest child, a son, got married and moved away, his vow to his wife that he would love and raise their children was fulfilled and he simply fell asleep one night and never awoke … I believe he died of a broken heart.”

 

Buffy and Spike’s eyes met, both misty with emotion before they looked out at the rink at their son … racing across the ice in an attempt to catch JJ and body-check him ‘out of bounds’ as they played a ‘make the rules up as you go’ game of ice-tag-puckless-hockey.

 

The three adults fell silent for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts as they watched the children play and argue about the rules of their made up game and put suggestions for rule changes to a vote …

 

After several long minutes, Buffy turned back to Wanda and asked the question she’d wondered for many years … since before going back in time. “What happened to Bess?”

 

Wanda took a deep breath and squeezed the warriors’ hands tightly between her own before looking at Buffy. “She was a Slayer…”

 

Buffy felt the air being physically pulled from her lungs as her chest constricted. It felt like the cold hand of death had grabbed her heart and was trying to rip it out of her chest.  “A Slayer …” she whispered, shaking her head in denial.  She’d always worried that Annie, and later Dani, might become Slayers … she’d never thought about the other girls from Spike’s human life being Chosen.

 

Wanda nodded sadly, lowering her eyes down and looking at the hands held between hers. “Mr. Travers came when she was thirteen … she had just been Called … we honestly didn’t know what to think …” Wanda began.

 

“Travers!? Quentin Travers was her Watcher!?” Buffy questioned.

 

Wanda smiled softly and looked up at her. “No child … Harold Travers … it was 1900, dear.”

 

“Oh …”

 

“1900?” Spike questioned, his mind flashing back to that year … and the Boxer Rebellion and Xin Rong …

 

“Yes … just before Thanksgiving …” Wanda recounted.

 

“Bloody hell…” Spike muttered rubbing his eyes; his stomach tightening into a knot. Had his actions caused his youngest daughter to be Chosen?

 

“Mr. Travers took her back to England … for training.  She was so frightened … being pulled from her home at such a tender and impressionable age … We …we never saw her again,” Wanda continued, her voice shuddering with emotion at the memory as her eyes closed, holding back her tears.

 

Buffy wanted to pull the older woman into a hug, but the Guardian Angel had such a strong hold on her hand that Buffy didn’t want to force her to release it, so she simply leaned against her shoulder, giving her as much support as she could.

 

Wanda took a deep breath and resumed her story. “We got letters from her every week for months … then they suddenly stopped. We sent telegrams, tried to telephone … tried to find out what happened. Finally, Mr. Travers came back several months later … told us she had been …” Wanda’s voice broke and she took a moment to compose herself as Spike and Buffy waited for what they knew was coming…

 

“She had been … turned … and he had no choice but to …” Wanda lifted her hands to her lips, along with Spike’s and Buffy’s, as her chin quivered and tears fell from her eyes with the pain of losing her youngest daughter.

 

“Bloody hell…” Spike moaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly as his own heart was wrenched from his chest. Had he been the cause of his own daughter’s death? If he hadn’t killed the Chinese Slayer, would Bess have ever been Called? Spike’s words to Angelus echoed in his mind and Spike’s chest tightened further … “I figure there's a new Chosen One getting all chosen as we speak. I'll tell you what... when and if this new bird shows up, I'll give you first crack at ‘er!”

 

“Oh God…” Buffy muttered. She was prepared to hear that Bess had been killed, but that she had been turned then staked by her Watcher … it was a Slayer’s … and a Watcher’s, worst nightmare.

 

After several minutes Wanda released their hands and wiped at her eyes as she tried to compose herself.  Buffy took the opportunity to wrap her arm around the older woman’s shoulders and try to comfort her as she looked up at the rink. Buffy’s eyes settled on Dani, who had just come up behind her brother and pushed him in the back, sending him careening ‘out of bounds’ and into the snow bank on the other side of the rink.

 

“Mr. Travers was quite … quite upset over the whole thing. He brought us … ashes … dust,” Wanda continued finally. “He took away our beautiful, exuberant daughter and brought us back dust…”

 

“I’m so sorry …” Buffy offered as tears welled in her eyes, squeezing the older woman’s shoulders.  Buffy’s own heart was breaking as well … dear Bess was a sweet child, to die so young, before she really had a chance to live, was … was just heart-wrenching.

 

Wanda nodded sadly and gave Buffy a wan smile. “We did our best with them … and we loved them … oh, we couldn’t have loved them more if they had been our own flesh. Thank you for bringing them into our lives; they brought so much joy … so much happiness,” Wanda offered, looking from Buffy to Spike.

 

Spike nodded solemnly but stood up and walked a few feet away from the women, towards the ice rink, as he watched his children laughing and playing their game. Would that be the fate of one of these girls? Would Dani follow Bess and become a Chosen One? He made a vow to her years ago when she was just a baby … the same vow he’d made to his wife, he wouldn’t let her walk alone … none of them.  If the fates decided that one … or both, of his girls were to be Slayers, he would be there … he wouldn’t allow the same fate to befall them that claimed Bess, he would protect them with his life.

 

Buffy could feel Spike’s pain … she had hoped for some better news about Bess – that she had simply moved to Siberia or Timbuktu or someplace equally remote and that’s why her records were non-existent.  Buffy looked back at the woman that had become her family’s Guardian Angel. “I told Spike he’d done the right thing trusting you with them …” Buffy offered. “What happened isn’t your fault … it … it couldn’t be helped.”

 

“I owe you and William my family, child. I’ll be forever in your debt … and am eternally grateful for the years of love and laughter we had.  The children were scared at first, of course … but Nellie stayed with us and  … and we told them their father was a warrior and had to go to battle … Which wasn’t entirely untrue,” Wanda recalled, looking up at Spike.  “You’re both warriors … you’re both extraordinary … always remember to follow your heart and hold to each other and you’ll be victorious against even the most overwhelming odds.”

 

“Will we see you again?” Buffy asked and Spike turned around and looked at the women, awaiting her answer, as well.

 

“Yes … I’m sure you will. I’ll never be far …” Wanda assured her. 

 

Buffy smiled sadly at the woman that had taken it upon herself to raise their children when neither she nor Spike could … and now had taken on the responsibility of being a Guardian Angel to a Slayer and a vampire with a family living on the Hellmouth … she was either a glutton for punishment or a saint.  “Thank you for your help … I’m … I’m not sure I could’ve found my way back without you…”

 

Wanda nodded and gave Buffy a smile. “The heart always knows …”

 

“…what the mind cannot fathom,” Buffy finished, recalling the words the human Wanda told her at the church on the Common so many years ago … or not so long ago, for Buffy.

 

“I must go…” Wanda said sadly, looking again at the children, who had given up on their game and were now making snow angels in the snow bank on the other side of the rink.

 

Buffy laid her hand on the angel’s arm, stopping her. “Can I ask one more thing … Did you … did you pull me out of Rack’s spell and get me to the Common … did you get me to 1890?”

 

Wanda smiled knowingly, a slightly devious look in her eyes. “That would be against the rules, child,” she informed Buffy and then she was just gone.

 

Spike had started to take a step forward towards them … he needed to thank her … thank her for everything, when their Guardian Angel vanished. He stopped short and sighed heavily, before turning back towards the children, still playing in the snow.

 

Buffy got up and walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him from the back, leaning her head on his shoulder blade. “You did the right thing, William,” Buffy assured him. “No one could’ve helped what happened to Bess… it was her Calling … it was her destiny.”

 

“You don’t understand …” Spike started, his voice deep with regret and sorrow and guilt.

 

“I understand more than you think …” Buffy informed him, her voice unwavering. “I understand that even in the ‘wish-world’, when William was never turned, when ‘William the Bloody’ never existed, when he never killed a Slayer, that the same thing happened to Bess…”

 

“You can’t know that…”

 

“I can and I do,” Buffy assured him, stepping back slightly and turning him around by the shoulders to face her. “Even when you raised her … you and Nellie and Cecily … she just vanished into thin air.  You can’t blame yourself for what happened …”

 

“You said before she might’ve just … run away or moved or …” Spike began to protest.

 

Buffy silenced him by laying a finger softly on his lips and shook her head slowly. “No … you don’t believe that.  Spike, there are some things in life that are … well, I guess pre-ordained … you can change the circumstances, but the outcome stays the same.  Me dying when we were fighting Glory, for example … the circumstances changed, but the outcome was the same,” Buffy reminded him. “There are some things that just can’t be stopped, no matter what you do.”

 

Spike sighed heavily and nodded, but it didn’t really make him feel any better that Bess had died so tragically.  His eyes drifted back to Dani, who was laughing as she threw a snowball at JJ and ducked one that Billy was throwing at her, and he vowed to himself again to not allow that to happen to these girls.

 

As if reading his mind, Buffy offered, “We won’t let it happen to her … to either of them. I promise.”

 

Spike smiled sadly and drew her into a hug. “What if it’s their destiny … pre-ordained?” he wondered, his voice low.

 

“Then we’ll just follow our hearts and find a way to change it. You heard Wanda … overwhelming odds be damned,” Buffy told him confidently as she returned his hug.

 

Just as Spike dropped his head down and touched his lips to hers, the warriors were bombarded with snowballs from all directions. Buffy screamed as some of the cold snow fell down the back of her jacket and hit her warm skin and Spike tried to cover her to protect her from the attack.

 

 

 

Soon, the Second Great Snowball War of 2010 was underway … parents vs. children, old vs. young, contemplative vs. carefree. Screams of delight and laughter echoed through the snow laden bows of the evergreens as the battle raged and snowballs filled the air. Worries of the past and the future were put aside as the children reminded the adults what it was to be free … to let your heart soar and to laugh and play and live … to just be.

    

 

**~**    THE END  **~**

 

 

 

Follow Your Heart, Menyo

 

 

Every day is a new beginning
Every day is a brand new start
It's about the wheels you're spinning
And the sun inside your heart

So turn around and see
It was made for you and me
If you wanna touch the sky
Just spread your wings and fly

Follow your heart
You will see
All your dreams become reality
Follow your heart
You and I
Reaching up to touch the sky

It goes..

A-OOOO.
Follow your heart

A-OOOO
Right from the start
Follow your heart
Everywhere you go  

 

A-OOOO

A-OOOO

Follow your heart
Everywhere you go
Right

Every day is a new beginning
Every day is a brand new start
It's about the wheels you're spinning
And the sun inside your heart

So turn around and see
It was made for you and me
If you wanna touch the sky
Just spread your wings and fly

Follow your heart
You will see
All your dreams become reality
Follow your heart
You and I
Reaching up to touch the sky

It goes...

A-OOOO
Follow your heart

A-OOOO
Right from the start

A-OOOO
Follow your heart
Everywhere you go

 

A-OOOO

A-OOOO

 

A-OOOO
Follow your heart
Everywhere you go

Gather all your friends around
Bless the day and sing along
Make them dreams reality
Forever you and me

Listen up people
This life is for living
It's about making dreams come true
So follow your heart
Wherever you go

It goes...

A-OOOO
Follow your heart

A-OOOO

Right from the start

A-OOOO

Follow your heart
Everywhere you go

A-OOOO

Follow your heart

A-OOOO

Right from the start

A-OOOO

Follow your heart
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