Epilogue
	Spike pulled away and stared at Buffy. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't place. For a heartbeat she felt something rippling through her. A desperation unknown to kiss him again then it ebbed. She was scared. Where had it come from?
	 "And my robot?" 
	"The robot is gone. The robot was gross and obscene." Her lip curled up in disgust, thinking about it.
	Why did he feel like none of it mattered? Something felt different since she had kissed him. Something Was different. It seemed a whole world of emotions had been brought forth in that kiss.
	"It wasn't supposed to-" He started, an attempt to bring back those emotions he couldn't place.
	"Don't. That ... thing, it ... it wasn't even real." 
	"What you did, for me, and Dawn ... that was real..I won't forget it." She left. He sat there, thoughtfully. 
	Across town Giles sat down with a book. One of his favorites. King Arthur and the Knights of The Round Table. He flipped through it, puzzled momentarily because a profound sense of deja vu wrapped around him. He caught something at the end. A bunch of extra papers were stuffed in, right after the last chapter. He removed them and settled down, dismissing the feeling.

Notes: I wrote most of this story before seeing Mists of Avalon. While it influenced the last scenes most of it followed truer to Authorian legend. For those of you who liked the story and want to read more I suggest Sir Arthur and His Knights by Howard Pyle. (Hard going but good) or I Am Mordred by Nancy Springer. It's really interesting and insightful about Arthur's son. So there you go! Enjoy!