TITLE: Graveside Thoughts
AUTHOR: Ragna (WritingGoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRC
CLASSIFICATION: Spike/Anya, with mentions of Xander/Anya
SUMMARY: Anya spends time alone with Xander.
SPOILERS: Set a few years in the future.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Christa's challenge to celebrate the creation of the newly created Spike/Anya page at the Fire and Ice Fanfic site. Besides, it's nice to revisit a UC ship I created...

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"I would have thought it would have been a demon."

"Who would have suspected cancer at such a young age?"

"It's a shame, really. He was such a nice boy."

Such a nice boy...if Anya had to hear that phrase used to describe Xander one more time...

No one even knew, most certainly not her. But, then again, they had grown apart. Still, he was her first love, and you never really forgot your first love, or at least that's what everyone was telling her.

"Anya?"

The English accented voice was unmistakable. The dreariness of the day had allowed Spike to leave his refuge and be outside. Just to be on the safe side, he carried an umbrella with him, half in case of sun and half in case of rain.

"Yeah," she said, kneeling by Xander's grave.

"Buffy wanted to know if you were okay. The funeral's been over for a few hours now."

"Really? What time is it?"

"Almost dusk." He knelt down next to her. "Did he know...?"

She nodded. "He knew. He was happy for me," she said, smiling slightly. She stood up. "Spike, what are we going to do? I never got to tell him the other news."

"That you were a demon again, or that you were pregnant with his child?"

"I told him I was pregnant," she said quietly. "I didn't tell him about being a demon again or...about..."

"Us," he said quietly.

"He was dying! And, I mean..."

Spike embraced her lightly. "I understand. It was a good choice."

She relaxed. "I hoped you'd see it that way."

"Well, at least you aren't a vengeance demon this time. Because if you were and I hadn't seen it that way..."

Anya laughed her fist true laugh since Xander's death. "Yeah. But being a vengeance demon got me three important things. Xander, you, and her," she said, looking down at her belly.

"Well, now that you've had your time alone with him, care to have some time alone with your friends?"

Anya nodded. "All right," she said, taking Spike's hand and heading towards where her friends were.