The Way We Were
Author: Foggi (L@spookysand.com)
Pairing: S/B
Summary: Buffy thinks about the supposed changes in Spike, through the present and in flashbacks (to season six). Buffy's POV mostly.
Disclaimer: Joss is just the greatest guy. Everything is his...hopefully even the Spuffy-ish line of thought. But yes, all belongs to ME. (not me, like myself, but Mutant Enemy.
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Buffy leaned against the cold wall of her basement. She was too tired to move, and too freaked out to even think about sleeping. He could sleep in her place...he had been since she rescued him two days ago. Buffy still had cuts on her face, but she was sure the bruises on his emotions were worse than any of the blood stains on her forehead...
Damn, her life was so much easier when she didn't have to care about him.
His eyes suddenly twitched, then slowly opened.
"Hey," she was very quiet. Didn't want to scare him. The last thing she needed was to have a crazed vampire terrifying the young girls in her house.
"Hey there, pet." Barely a whisper. She walked over to him, placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You're getting a lot of sleep, that's good."
"Not being much help to you."
"You're helping by being here....Get some more sleep, you'll be able to help when you're rested." Her voice came off harsher than she intended. She always did that when he was being sweet to her. She couldn't handle sweet, it was so foreign. She was such a bitch to him.
But he just smiled at her and closed his eyes. He did just what she told him to, not even bothering to get angry with her.
Just because he's tired. Normally he'd be screaming at me right now.
She knew that wasn't true. Knew he'd never scream at her. Not seriously, not now. Not even when she deserved it. Not even then...
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"Luv, sit still." Spike rolled his eyes.
"What? No. Stop it." Her tone firm and annoyed.
"You. Are. Hurt." His voice was firm now too, but the caring undertones were obvious to both of them.
"I get hurt all the time, kind of part of the job."
"And I want to fix you." He sounded so serious, it killed her.
"Well...tough." Her resolve breaking once again. She pouted her lip and proceeded to sit as still as possible.
Spike laughed quietly, then placed firm hands on her shoulders. Leaning against her, he whispered, "Relax, please."
"Mmmkay." God she was pathetic.
Her neck tensed as he placed the ice on the back of it. Holding the ice with one hand and her waist with the other. The stayed like that for a while, silence like a rare gift for the two of them.
Suddenly waking from her trance, Buffy pulled away from him roughly.
"I need to go." Unemotional, the return of the stone-faced slayer.
"Bye." He said quickly, then turned away from her, acting like he didn't care when they both knew how much he did.
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No, he always listened to her. Even before the soul...Damn him.