Gypsy Tales - Epilogue

"Buffy! Buffy!" Straightening up, she turned towards the person calling her name. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, just barely missing the tall amazon gazing lustfully at her butt, she skipped over to the fence surrounding the landing strip.

"Hey!" She smiled, sticking her fingers through the fence where they met the hand of her beloved soul-mate. "What brings you into town?" she asked breathlessly.

"Heard you were coming back early. Thought you could use a ride home." came the breathy reply. "So it was a successful hunt?"

"Very." The blonde slayer giggled. "You should have seen his face. It was priceless." She winked. "Let me take care of a few things and I'll meet you."

"The car is in its usual spot." came the reply.

"How's the new driver working out?" Buffy asked with a slight smirk.

"Not too bad," the brunette told her. "His memory is still gone but he remembers anything new you tell him now."

"And that bloody awful poetry?" Buffy asked, tilting her head as she waited curiously for the answer.

"You've been hanging around Harry and Ron too much lately." she was told with mock admonishment.

"Hey!" Buffy blurted out. "I think I'm allowed. At least I'm not the one Dumbledore has a crush on!"

"Buffy! He's an old man!" Jenny protested. "It's in our best interest to humor him. He could die any moment."

(Yes, Gentle Reader, this really is the not-so-late Jenny Calendar. What's she doing with Buffy? Well, she certainly isn't immortal. That would be such a cliche now wouldn't it? You seriously don't think Buffy was Willow's first attempt at resurrecting the dead, do you? Unfortunately for poor old Rupert, her first attempt used a spell written by Sapho. And we all know how Sapho liked her companions. But, as we all know now, that kind of spell turned out to be worthless for slayer resurrecting.

We're not really sure about Buffy though. Xander, in perpetual denial that Buffy would never take him for a test drive, suspects Willow did something to her just before she tried to end the world. Kennedy, on the other hand, likes to point at the regular sight of Dawn sitting on Faith's lap, her right hand under Faith's shirt, often in places that would make Anya -- may she rest in peace in the Halls of Valhalla with many lusty vikings to keep her amused -- blush, whenever this comes up. She claims such things run in families and says it's too bad Willow didn't have any sisters.)

"Yeah right! Willow would just bring him back again." Buffy grumbled before shaking her head and laughing. "But what about the poetry?"

"Not a trace." Jenny said, wiping her brow in an exaggerated manner. "Now get moving, I've got plans for tonight that require assistance from a certain slayer."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" Buffy said, wriggling her eyebrows in amusement before turning and heading towards the gate.

Jenny watched her sashay towards the exit for a moment before grinning, wondering idly how hard it was going to be to convince Buffy to wear her old cheerleader outfit, or maybe that Sailor Moon outfit she'd gotten her. Humming the theme song for her favorite Bond movie, the one with the delectable Michelle Yeoh as the main Bond girl, Jenny headed towards their car. She nodded to William as he silently held the door open for her.

(Ah, the matter of Spike. Or William as we should now call him. I don't believe we've told you about him. Turns out the Shanshu prophecy wasn't quite all it was cracked up to be. Sure, he became human. Got his original soul back. Pissed off Angel to no end. Caused Drusilla to stake herself. But his memories? Gone. It was as if Spike never existed. Not that anyone really minded. The general consensus is that he was returned to the state of Victorian innocence he was in before he was turned. The demon that was Spike, on the other hand? The creature that fell in love with a slayer in his own evil, twisted fashion? Willow thinks he might have ascended but the Council has no real proof and Cordelia refused to enlighten us.)

Taking off her shoes, she curled up on the leather seat, waiting for the one person who'd whole heartedly welcomed her back with no reservations. It had taken the rest of the Scoobies months to get over her resurrection in their own ways.

Giles had taken it the hardest. His shock at her appearance in London, a day before his marriage to Lady Penelope, was second only to his shock when Xander discovered Jenny and Buffy kissing in a closet during the reception.

Willow still occasionally dropped off a dozen or two of her favorite cookies in apology for botching the resurrection spell, leaving her in suspended animation in her coffin until she'd been rescued by Hermione Granger, whose cat Crookshanks had found her, several years ago when Hermione had come to the Sunnydale pit while researching something or other for the Order. Of course, in the end, it had turned out alright, resulting in a good working relationship between the Order and the Council.

Cookie in hand when this happened, Buffy liked to tease both of them about it but honestly, Jenny really hadn't noticed Willow's crush at the time of her death. She'd been too deep in Rupert-lust to notice.

She awoke to a gentle warm kiss, pulling her from a dream that featured Buffy, Willow, Dawn, a large bowl of strawberries, and several gallons of chocolate syrup. Smiling, she lazily opened her eyes and looked up into the delighted face of her favorite slayer.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Buffy asked, running her thumb gently down Jenny's pert nose before kissing her again.

Jenny sat up, stretching cat-like as she answered. "I thought a picnic at the manor would be nice." She tapped on the glass divider behind William, giving him the signal to leave, before leaning back again.

"Oh yeah!" Buffy grinned at her, lying down on the back seat, placing her head in Jenny's lap. "Out front or the back meadow?"

"Back meadow." Jenny told her. "I haven't seen you in a week," she pouted.

"Poor little witch." Buffy murmured. "Not getting enough loving while I was gone?"

"Little?" Jenny said, giving Buffy the evil eye. "I'm not the one who had to show a drivers license, passport, and library card to get into that movie last month."

"Library card?" Buffy stared up at her gypsy witch in mock horror. "Where did you hear that?"

"Hah!" Jenny smirked down at her. "You don't think you ever fooled me, do you? You couldn't have survived three years of high school with Rupert Giles without learning how to use a card catalog."

"Nuh-uh!" Buffy protested weakly.

"And who else around here is a huge Georgette Heyer fan?" Jenny raised an eyebrow at the blushing slayer, lying in her lap, her arm over her eyes as if trying to hide.

"Dawn?" Jenny shook her head at Buffy's answer. "Xander?" She shook her head again, giggling at the image of Xander reading a period romance. "Okay!" Buffy admitted. "So I like to read funny historical romances. You should see what Faith reads."

"I know what Faith reads, Buffy." Jenny said, shaking her head. "She's perfectly capable of understanding Plato and Aristotle."

"But in the original language?" Buffy pouted. "She gives the rest of us a bad rep. Some of the newbie watchers actually expect us slayers to know what they are talking about after they see her reading one of her 'classics'." Buffy grumbled. "Okay, enough of that." Buffy said. "We have more important things to do."

"Like what?" Jenny asked seductively, seeing a familiar glint in her companion's eyes.

"This." Reaching up, Buffy pulled Jenny's face down to her level. Any further discussion of the literary habits of vampire slayers was halted by the joining of their lips, soft skin hungrily devouring soft skin.

(Squicked out by the 'Jenny and Buffy' show Gentle Reader? Because it sounds like you've stumbled into some soft-core porn video? No? Is it the age thing? Well, let's think about this for a minute. Jenny was in her mid-twenties when she was killed. Willow attempted to bring her back almost three years later. Hermione didn't discover her until six years after that. So, mentally and physically, no matter what the calendar and her passport say, Jenny Calendar is the same approximate age as Buffy Summers. Does that help? And who better to understand being resurrected than someone who has been there before. They were a natural fit. In more than one way.)

Jenny watched in amusement as Buffy pantomimed her way through her adventures of the past week. She almost felt like she was there with her. She wasn't sure if Buffy's ability to mimic the movements and expressions of other people was something she came by naturally or supernaturally but it was always entertaining. Her eyes darkened with desire as she thought about how Buffy's exquisite control over her body enhanced their nightly trysts.

"I was just getting to the best part!" Buffy pouted, apparently discovering that Jenny's attention had wandered.

"Really?" Jenny murmured, patting the grass in front of her. "Which part was that?"

"The part where I showed him what happens to vampires who attempt to play mind games with a slayer." she said. At ths point she began singing, "Brave, brave Sir Robin..." causing Jenny to giggle.

"Do you think he actually understood what he'd done wrong?" Jenny asked curiously. "Why you'd hunted him down?"

"Oh, I'm sure he knew how I was able to find him there." Buffy told her. "He's the one who kept sending me all of those creepy little sketches and poems." She shrugged, gracefully sitting down in front of Jenny. "But did he know why this was the last straw? I don't really know. He was always so self centered. Wanted the rest of us to feel sorry for him as he brooded the day away. He was all 'me, me, me.' and 'You'll always be mine.' Crap like that. Even Cordelia was tired of it by the end."

"So..." Jenny prompted.

"Oh, yeah." Buffy leaned over to kiss her gypsy witch again, savoring the feel of her lips under her tongue. Sitting back up, she reached over to the small travel kit she'd inexplicably brought to their picnic, her other bags staying in the car for William to take back to the manor. Reaching into the bag, she took out a small, hermetically sealed glass vial. It contained a muddy looking fluid. "Here you go. Vamp in Holy Water." She handed it to Jenny.

She took it gingerly, holding it up to the light. "That's it?"

"Yup." Buffy told her, nodding solemnly. "Not the same thing as killing him yourself but you're safe. He'll never bother you again."

"Thank you." Jenny murmured, before bursting into tears. Buffy gently pulled her into her lap, occasionally whispering comforting words in her ears and pressing her lips gently to her face.

(Well, Dear Reader, I believe it is time for us to go. Let's give these two women some privacy to enjoy their new-found freedom from the figure that has haunted their dreams for the last few years. I think they more than deserve it.)

• That narrator silliness is from the original bad!fic story. It will be removed eventually.
• I'm not sure how much of the original bad!fic will remain in the finished story. It's so close to a parody that I don't think it works straight.

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