Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Well, actually, yeah, I own the body of Alexandria Winner, and the whole Winner clan. I also don't own the name Pepito. Jhonen Vasquez owns the name, because I borrowed it from his comic, JtHM. Thanks Shu-chan. You are the greatest beta. And you keep me laughing. Thanks to all who keep sending me the support that I need. Thanks Bubba for being such a scary plot bunny that no one will buy you from me.



Xander stared up at the ceiling in the pool house. "That was amazing. It was strange, but amazing."

Spike stroked Xander's flat tan tummy with soft small strokes. "Never thought I'd bed another Slayer." Spike laughed, as Xander hit him.

"Remember, we don't talk about your time with Buffy, if I don't talk about my time with Anya?" Xander slapped Spike's hand away. "That tickles."

"Do you think Conner will know that you aren't Alexandria?" Spike leaned over the naked Slayer.

"Did you?" Xander leaned up and grabbed a kiss from the blond vampire.

"That's beside the point, I'm not Peaches' blood born. I'm just a childe." Spike pointed out as he poked at Xander.

"Conner is Angel's kid? You mean that kid that made him more of a woman magnet then before? Please tell me I make his life hell." Xander got on his knees, which knocked Spike off him.

"First, while you're down there." Which got Spike hit again. "Yeah, I got forced by Conner and Peaches into this job, mostly because you make Conner's life hell. Remind to thank the Pouf and his brat."

"Speaking of Angel, what's he up to now? And how long have I been dead? Can't be too long if Conner is still around." Xander plopped to his butt, much to the enjoyment of Spike.

Spike's face got stony. "In three days it will be twelve years." Spike's eyes had a faraway look. It was almost like Willow got when talking about Tara after Tara had died. She died protecting Willow from a Warenfarl demon. It was the look of someone who had lost someone they had loved.

"Twelve years?" Xander's eyes were as a deer in the headlights. "Alexandria was the slayer for about that long?"

"No, there have been eight slayers before her. The first lasted about six months. The second lasted about a year, so and so on. None lasted more then 3 years. When Alexandria was called six months ago, I was forced into the role as the driver to protect her. Angel was getting tired of Slayers being like popcorn chicken. That was Hope's term, Cordelia's oldest." Spike smiled at the thought of the girl.

"Spike, I remember Hope. I remember all six of Cordy's kids. How many did she and Groo end up having total?" Xander smiled at the memory of Cordelia Chase, the first time mother.

"They ended up with a brood of eight. Don't understand why they never thought of birth control. I mean, if I was Cordelia, I wouldn't want Groo's stupid genes passed down to too many children."

"Groo was a good guy. Just be glad he made it. The last battle with Pepito killed off too many of us. I was almost thankful that he had killed Buffy a month before the battle. Willow, I think embraced her death. She was never the same without Tara. And I know Lindsey did too. I didn't see Gunn or Wes up in heaven." Xander looked worried.

"Maybe you just didn't look hard enough. I mean, did you see Giles either? We both know he died three years before you did." Spike almost looked upset by the whole incident.

"I think I should sneak out soon. Don't want mom freaking cause I'm sleeping with the hired help, let alone a vampire limo driver." Xander laughed, as he got his clothes on, and kissed Spike goodbye. Then slipped out into the early day, into the mansion.