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Fic: Letter to Me Prt 1/1

TITLE : Letter to Me
AUTHOR: bohofemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander.
GENRE : Slash
TABLE: B
PROMPT: 030. Innocence.
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 825 words
SUMMARY: With Spike’s help, Xander uncovers a letter he wrote to himself the night before they got married, thirty five years ago.
WARNINGS: None. Schmoop.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.


“Pet?” Spike called. “What is this?” He held out an old gray metal box. “Found it up here, behind the dummy you refuse to throw out.” He blew on it, a cloud of dust rising in the air. Xander sneezed.

“I had Willow hide it on the night we married,” Xander murmured, fingering the old box. “It was supposed to be a time capsule. Or something like that. What did I know? I was young and in love.” He sighed, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. “I can’t even remember what I put in there. It was thirty-five years ago.” He gazed into Spike’s blue eyes. “Should I open it?”

“Would you?” he murmured. “Or can I?” Xander nodded. Spike gently eased the lid up. “It looks like rubbish.” He held the box out.

“Like I said, young, in love and possibly tipsy. Can’t remember.” Xander muttered, sitting down in an old red velvet high backed chair.

“Love, you prepared for that.” Spike held out an old blue envelope. Xander reached out for it, realizing it was expensive good quality paper. It was addressed to Old Me. in Xander’s slanted scrawl.

“I don’t have my glasses.” Xander muttered. “Do you want to read it to me?” Spike took the envelope.

“Sure? Might be something private, like a love declaration to Angel.” Spike gave his husband a devilish smirk.

“Open it, would you? Before I whack you with Giles’ old cane.”

The attic provided the perfect location for idle threats.

Spike opened the envelope, and cleared his throat.

January 3rd, 2010
Dear Old Me.

Willow has gotten me (us?) buzzed on champagne and encouraged my artsy side. This letter goes into a metal box, of memories for the first two years with the man we’re marrying tomorrow. I have a feeling you’ll forget what any of this is because in the grand scheme of things (Yes, that’s Will over my shoulder offering suggestions) it’s bits of trash.

We kept a piece of the welcome mat that Spike turned up in the rain on the night LA was brought back to the right dimension. It seemed silly but we figured it was a treasure, because it was the second chance we never got with Anya.

We kept a rose bud from Buffy’s wedding to Angel. If you remember correctly, you got paired with Spike for the wedding party dance, and he handed it to us from the floor. Just a note. We never listen to Wind Beneath Our Wings the same way again.

We kept the chapstick we stole from Buffy the night we kissed Spike for the first time. Raspberry flavor, limited edition. And the kind that made Spike’s ex-sire hot. We overheard Buffy telling Willow one night.

We kept the jigger from the olive oil bottle from the very first night we made love with Spike. If I (Young Me) close my eyes, I can hear him grumble about shagging a Caesar Salad. . When he wasn’t looking , we stashed the jigger away.

We kept a piece of the sheets that we were laying on the night Spike mumbled the three little words as he fell asleep. I figured it was a special moment, and the clean white sheets had never been crisper.

We kept a branch from our first Christmas tree. I don’t want to forget how Spike’s eyes lit up, as he looked at the first Christmas tree in six years. Apparently, they don’t have Christmas trees in Hell. Who knew?

We kept the business card for Juan Rodriguez, aka the man who sold us the platinum band we used to propose tomorrow’s nuptials (Yes. Will again!).

We kept the bill from the restaurant where I slipped the ring into his Tiramisu. Good thing he has super vision because I didn’t count on it blending in. That was an expensive ring.

We kept the velvet from the box your engagement ring came in. Young Me decided it was special enough to keep even though most people consider it trash.

We kept one of the wedding invites. This one was obvious and I hope Old Me doesn’t need this one decoded.

Finally, we have the cork from tonight‘s champagne. Willow convinced Young Me that it was special enough to keep. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

If you’re still with Spike by the time you read this again, Mazel Tov. May you have a very happy future together.
Love.
Young Me.


“It’s all here.” Spike muttered, examining the box. “Can’t believe you saved this stuff.” Xander shrugged.

“I was young and in love.” he muttered. “People do weird things when they’re in love.” He opened his arms. “Come here.” After Spike inched forward, Xander pulled him closer. “Always knew we’d be together forever.” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Really now?” As much as they loved each other, they really were quite dysfunctional.

“Yes.” Dysfunctional was something Xander knew well.
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