Title: Burying the Past

A One-Shot

By: Shawn



Summary: Just another moment in a cemetery for Buffy and Xander.

Rating: PG-13 at best.

Ship: B/X

Category: Drama

Timeline/Spoilers: For the entire BtVS series, but AU after "Chosen"

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Email: DayShawn1974@hotmail.com

Authors Notes: Not sure where this came from, but here it is. A little bit of everything I love about the Buffy and Xander relationship as I see it.

Authors Notes 2: This story contains dialogue only, so I'm setting the visual scene here. It's a bright sunny day in late October 2005. All else is explained if you listen close enough.





The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.

--Robert Louis Stevenson











Belleview Cemetery

Monday, October 19, 2005 11:30 AM

New Sunnydale, Ca



"Buffy, honey?"


"Explain to me again why I'm doing this?"

"Well, I think the reasons are obvious."

"No, not why we're here, but why I'm digging this grave all by my lonesome? Couldn't we pay someone to do this. Maybe some kids or something? They always want new skateboards, bikes, and video games. Hot dogs aren't getting any cheaper either."

"We could do that, but I think it's symbolic for you to dig this grave yourself. Plus, it gives me a chance to ogle your fine backside in those jeans while you do all that manly work. Now dig."

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you give me orders?"



"Less talk, more dig."

"Yes master."






"Xan, you know what's funny and ironic at the same time?"

"Enlighten me as I continue with the back-breaking labor."

"It's funny and ironic that after Sunnydale was pretty much sucked into the Earth, the only thing to survive was this one cemetery."

"That's pretty darn creepy if you ask me."

"I mean look around. It's taken over two years for developers and the state to come together and begin rebuilding the town, but all that time this one cemetery... the very one my mothers buried at, survived Sunnydaleís destruction."

"Your Mom's good mojo overcame Sunnydale's swan dive. Makes perfect sense to me."

"It's just weird, I guess."

"Yeah, but then again, that's Sunnydale. A cemetery surviving the city's being sucked into the ground seems fitting."

"You almost done?"

"This ain't loose dirt, my dear. This is hard ground I am digging and sweating over."

"You look so hot."

"That ain't sex appeal. I really am hot. I think I'm dehydrated."

"Sorry I drank all the water."

"Eh, it's okay. You need it more than I do these days."

"So, you almost done?"

"... look, that's deep enough. Itís not like we're burying a body. Toss it in and let's get out of the creepy cemetery that survives when nothing else did."

"Okay, alright. No need to get cranky."

"Hey, I'm not cranky. I carried this big heavy shovel all the way from the car."

"Would you really like to compare who's carrying what these days and who has it more difficult?"

"Duly noted."

"I thought so."







"The bag is ready to be tossed, Buff. Just gimme the word and I'll give it the ole heave-ho."

"Hold on a sec. Let me double check to make sure it has everything in it."

"You double checked three times today."

"Then a fourth won't hurt."

"You are so lucky I love you with all my heart."

"I tell myself that everyday."

"... cute."

"I thought you'd like that... now let's see what we have in the bag."

"Call out the soon to be forgotten items."

"We have my oldest stake, made from a broom because we lost my other bag of stakes at the drive-in."


"There's a bottle of holy water, though the bottle is a Gatorade bottle."

"We made do with whatever we had at the time."

"There's my trusty axe."

"Ah, ole Mr. Heady. He's beheaded many a demon and vamp. I'm gonna miss that ax. I think I feel a tear coming on."

"One long sword with ancient lettering and symbols."

"That old girl stabbed many a Big Bag. I salute her."

"Stop saluting the sword, Xander."

"I dug the grave, so, ergo, I can and will salute the sword."

"Blah, blah, blah. I swear when I have you committed someday I'm not gonna stop the very large German woman from giving you a sponge bath."

"Buffy, If I'm ever committed, we'll have dual straight jackets. I'm not letting you outta my sight."

"I love you too."

"Okay, so can I dump the bag already?"

"Yep. Do it... Okay, now I think I should say a few words."

"Can you hurry it up? That new Wendy's down the road has that bacon mushroom double cheeseburger and I need two really bad."

"You need a salad."

"I just dug a grave in ninety degree heat. I need meat."

"That rhymed."

"I'm so witty."







"Dearest Slayer. I did not enjoy your life, but I kicked allot of butt and did some good. I think you made a real difference in the world and your legacy is now in the hands of others. You, however, have done your part and it's time to put you to rest for good. I will miss you, though my clothes won't. Neither will my shoes. Oh well, I hope that you burying beside my Mom gives you a fitting resting place. You'll always be a part of me, but you cannot be a part of the life I'm about to live, and so, I have to let you go... Uhm, thanks for memories. Goodbye."

"That was so poignant. I'm tearing up."

"Don't make me kick you."

"Always with the violence. Don't make me kick you, Xander. Don't make me throw you out the window, Xander. Don't make me cook for you, Xander."

"Will you just hush up and shovel that dirt back over the grave."

"Can't we wait until someone strolls by and does it for us?"

"Would you want to see a group of kids running around with a sword and a ax?"

"I ran with scissors as a child."

"Hence your current state of sanity."

"I was sane enough for you to marry."

"That's because you seduced me that first night with the South Park marathon, and that deep dish pizza, and that expensive ice cream with the French name."

"Who jumped who's bones that night?"

"That's irrelevant."

"No, that's Buffy."

"You had the hots for me and used Kenny, Cartman, Stan and Kyle to get me in bed."

"Then I must be the worlds worst romantic."

"I felt sorry for you and gave into your animal magnetism, then fell in love with you. I thought it was a spell at first. I even had Willow check me out, just to make sure I wasn't under some spell."


"Don't hey me. Hey yourself."

"I didn't think my love for you was a spell."

"You asked Giles to make sure you weren't under one too."

"No, I made sure you weren't under one too. I always loved you."

"... I'm sorry, honey."

"Good. Now waddle over here and give me some sugar."









"What is it?"

"The baby just kicked the crap outta me."

"That's my boy."

"We don't know it's a boy, remember. You told the doctor you wanted our delivery day to be like when you were a kid opening a new box of cereal with a secret surprise at the bottom."

"Mmm, cereal."

"Focus, honey."

"It's a boy, Buff. I know it is."

"How do you know?"


"Because what?"

"Just because."

"Just because what?"

"Just because what what."

"... Just because I'm seven months pregnant does not mean I won't rip away your manhood by carrying you out of this cemetery in a firemanís carry."

"Honey, I know we're having a boy because I flipped a coin and heads was a boy, tails was a girl. It came up heads."

"And when did you flip this coin."

"The day I faxed your sonogram to Angel's office with the words 'Ha Ha' on it."

"You jerk."

"You're laughing though. You love your jerk."

"Yes I do, crazy as you are. And that sonogram thing wasn't very nice."

"Hey, I sent a second one to Spike via email."

"Spike has a email address?"

"Yep. SpikeylovesAngelpooh@yahoo.com."

"Oh please."

"You're still laughing. You know it's funny. Funny and true."

"Let's go, honey. I think the heats getting to you."

"Here, let me help you up... There you go. Now let's get out of this cemetery and get us some unhealthy fattening Wendy's cheeseburgers."

"And a strawberry milkshake."



"Are you sure you're ready to leave the Slayer behind?"

"I love it that you're so understanding, but our family cannot deal with anything associated with the Slayer. That time in my life is behind me, buried, and that's that. I have no regrets. Now get me to the car and get me some cheeseburgers."

"Yes, Mrs. Harris."



"Your daughter kicked me again."

"You mean my son."

"Uhm, honey... I had Willow do another spell a month ago, and... well..."


She smiled, took his hand, and led him out of the cemetery.




The End