Author's note: Now here's one for ruuger (Yes, I skipped over stormwreath's request. I'll get to it in the morning. I just had to write this one now). She wanted Spike/Andrew post-Chosen. Hope you enjoy it. :)
It lies on the bottom of the crater that used to be Sunnydale. A piece of cardboard torn from a box with writing scrawled across it in ballpoint pen. Holes reveal the corrugation in the board where the pen had poked through. The wind steadily blows dirt onto it, burying the sign with glacial slowness. And yet, the sign remains close to that whom it honors. Hurriedly thrown there as a final sentimental thought before the school bus drove away from the city that wasn't anymore.
Thanks for saving the world, Spike. You were really cool.
All my love,