I don't own BtVS, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy do.
This fic takes place during the end of Wrecked. What might have happened if Spike had realized what was happening and stopped instead of going with it. Completely AU, cause darn it all, I like Spike, and he's gonna get a happy ending.
Leaving Sunnyhell
As Buffy slammed him into the wall and kissed him, Spike had to regain his thought process. What the hell was going on? The way they were going...it wasn't right. He knew it. Damn it all, he wanted her, but she was just going to use him and dump him again, like she had done after she kissed him.
Screw this, he thought, as he angrily shoved her off. "What the hell?", asked Buffy. He glared at her and said, "No more. I may love you, but I'm not your damn toy. You were right, this doesn't mean anything. You hate me, and as soon as we leave here you'll go back to pretending that I'm an evil thing. Well guess what? I'm leaving. I'm sick of this stupid town, your stupid friends-except for Glinda and the Bit-and most of all, I'm sick of you, you stupid, sodding, condescending bitch. I'm outta here". He stalked off.
Buffy was hurt, but decided it would be for the best. He'll be back, even if he does leave, which I doubt. She left to go home.
A couple days later Buffy came down the stairs to hear Willow and Dawn talking. "Do ya want to go to a movie, Dawnie?", asked Willow, who was feeling much better after her latest fix from Rack.
Dawn shook her head and said, "Sorry, but Spike's picking me up tonight. We're going to his crypt. He said he wanted to talk to me about something, probably about how he saw me talking to a guy yesterday. I swear, he is so over-protective sometimes". She didn't admit it out loud, but she liked it. At least Spike still noticed her.
Buffy heard this, but decided not to argue against it. Spike couldn't hurt Dawn, plus at least this way she wasn't home alone.
That night Spike picked up Dawn on his motorcycle, which he had somehow kept after the night of Buffy's resurrection. He didn't say much, just drove her to the crypt and followed her inside. Dawn gasped. The crypt was completely bare. No candles, rugs, T.V., or refrigerator. There was only a pile of boxes and one small metal chest.
"Spike? What's going on?", she asked. He sighed and said, "I'm leaving this sodding town, Bit. I can't be here anymore. I just need a change of scenery. And I wouldn't leave without telling you".
Dawn looked up at him and said, "What did she do?". "Pardon?", said Spike. Dawn got angry. "What did Buffy do to you this time? She's the only one who could make you leave. So spill". Spike sighed and said, "Nothing Bit. I don't mean to patronize you, but you really wouldn't understand. But I wanted to show you something".
He picked up the metal chest and brought it over. He fished around in his pocket and brought out a beautiful, tiny diamond key on a chain. Instead of ridges like a regular key, it simply had a blossom shaped front. The back fit into the small opening of the chest, and he lifted the lid, saying softly, "This was my mum's chest. I took it with me after she passed on. I keep my most important possessions in here".
Dawn looked in the box and saw a few pictures, a couple sheets of paper with writing, a pair of glasses, a railroad spike, not bloody thankfully, a small velvet pouch, and a book.
He explained. "This is essentially who I am, or was. The pictures are of me and my family, both my mortal one and my vampire one. I also have one of you and Joyce, and one of the Scoobies. Don't ask me about that, I don't understand it myself. The poems are ones I wrote as a mortal and as a vampire. The glasses were mine, and so was the railroad spike".
He took two gorgeous rings out of the pouch. "This-it was my mum's wedding ring". It was a beautiful gold band with the words engraved, "Love is patient, love is kind".
"This", he said, holding up the other ring, a silver band which had a blue stone in the center surrounded by diamonds, "Was my mum's favorite ring. She said it reminded her of my eyes". He was having difficulty keeping his emotions at bay.
"The book is my diary. I've kept it ever since I was a mortal. I didn't write much, but when I did I wrote a lot". The book was extremely thick. He put everything back in the chest and shut it. He motioned for Dawn to turn around, and when she did, he fastened the chain of the key around her neck.
When she turned back around, she waited patiently for an explanation. "I was trying to think of something I could give to you. Something that would show you how much I'll miss you. You're like my lil' sis. Now see, you're a lot like this key, the way I see it. You open a really important thing, but you're beautiful all on your own, without having to open something. I don't see you as the Slayer's lil' sis, or the Key that opens a portal. You will grow up to be a gorgeous young woman, believe me. And I will be back to this stupid town one day. It's my home. And I won't open that chest until you're there to hand me the key, and hopefully I'll have something else to add to it. So don't think of it as goodbye forever, just goodbye for awhile".
Dawn couldn't stop herself from giving Spike a big hug. She felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. Spike leaned back and saw this. "Bloody hell! I didn't mean to make you cry, Bit". She smiled and thwacked him on the arm. "It's sweet, that you thought of me. I wish you weren't going. But I can't stop you. And I know that you'll be back eventually". She let him get up, and helped him with the last of his boxes.
She stood on the porch after he dropped her off and watched him walk away. She fingered the key and smiled to herself. Her big brother, at least in her eyes, was going away. But he wouldn't be away forever.
This fic takes place during the end of Wrecked. What might have happened if Spike had realized what was happening and stopped instead of going with it. Completely AU, cause darn it all, I like Spike, and he's gonna get a happy ending.
Leaving Sunnyhell
As Buffy slammed him into the wall and kissed him, Spike had to regain his thought process. What the hell was going on? The way they were going...it wasn't right. He knew it. Damn it all, he wanted her, but she was just going to use him and dump him again, like she had done after she kissed him.
Screw this, he thought, as he angrily shoved her off. "What the hell?", asked Buffy. He glared at her and said, "No more. I may love you, but I'm not your damn toy. You were right, this doesn't mean anything. You hate me, and as soon as we leave here you'll go back to pretending that I'm an evil thing. Well guess what? I'm leaving. I'm sick of this stupid town, your stupid friends-except for Glinda and the Bit-and most of all, I'm sick of you, you stupid, sodding, condescending bitch. I'm outta here". He stalked off.
Buffy was hurt, but decided it would be for the best. He'll be back, even if he does leave, which I doubt. She left to go home.
A couple days later Buffy came down the stairs to hear Willow and Dawn talking. "Do ya want to go to a movie, Dawnie?", asked Willow, who was feeling much better after her latest fix from Rack.
Dawn shook her head and said, "Sorry, but Spike's picking me up tonight. We're going to his crypt. He said he wanted to talk to me about something, probably about how he saw me talking to a guy yesterday. I swear, he is so over-protective sometimes". She didn't admit it out loud, but she liked it. At least Spike still noticed her.
Buffy heard this, but decided not to argue against it. Spike couldn't hurt Dawn, plus at least this way she wasn't home alone.
That night Spike picked up Dawn on his motorcycle, which he had somehow kept after the night of Buffy's resurrection. He didn't say much, just drove her to the crypt and followed her inside. Dawn gasped. The crypt was completely bare. No candles, rugs, T.V., or refrigerator. There was only a pile of boxes and one small metal chest.
"Spike? What's going on?", she asked. He sighed and said, "I'm leaving this sodding town, Bit. I can't be here anymore. I just need a change of scenery. And I wouldn't leave without telling you".
Dawn looked up at him and said, "What did she do?". "Pardon?", said Spike. Dawn got angry. "What did Buffy do to you this time? She's the only one who could make you leave. So spill". Spike sighed and said, "Nothing Bit. I don't mean to patronize you, but you really wouldn't understand. But I wanted to show you something".
He picked up the metal chest and brought it over. He fished around in his pocket and brought out a beautiful, tiny diamond key on a chain. Instead of ridges like a regular key, it simply had a blossom shaped front. The back fit into the small opening of the chest, and he lifted the lid, saying softly, "This was my mum's chest. I took it with me after she passed on. I keep my most important possessions in here".
Dawn looked in the box and saw a few pictures, a couple sheets of paper with writing, a pair of glasses, a railroad spike, not bloody thankfully, a small velvet pouch, and a book.
He explained. "This is essentially who I am, or was. The pictures are of me and my family, both my mortal one and my vampire one. I also have one of you and Joyce, and one of the Scoobies. Don't ask me about that, I don't understand it myself. The poems are ones I wrote as a mortal and as a vampire. The glasses were mine, and so was the railroad spike".
He took two gorgeous rings out of the pouch. "This-it was my mum's wedding ring". It was a beautiful gold band with the words engraved, "Love is patient, love is kind".
"This", he said, holding up the other ring, a silver band which had a blue stone in the center surrounded by diamonds, "Was my mum's favorite ring. She said it reminded her of my eyes". He was having difficulty keeping his emotions at bay.
"The book is my diary. I've kept it ever since I was a mortal. I didn't write much, but when I did I wrote a lot". The book was extremely thick. He put everything back in the chest and shut it. He motioned for Dawn to turn around, and when she did, he fastened the chain of the key around her neck.
When she turned back around, she waited patiently for an explanation. "I was trying to think of something I could give to you. Something that would show you how much I'll miss you. You're like my lil' sis. Now see, you're a lot like this key, the way I see it. You open a really important thing, but you're beautiful all on your own, without having to open something. I don't see you as the Slayer's lil' sis, or the Key that opens a portal. You will grow up to be a gorgeous young woman, believe me. And I will be back to this stupid town one day. It's my home. And I won't open that chest until you're there to hand me the key, and hopefully I'll have something else to add to it. So don't think of it as goodbye forever, just goodbye for awhile".
Dawn couldn't stop herself from giving Spike a big hug. She felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. Spike leaned back and saw this. "Bloody hell! I didn't mean to make you cry, Bit". She smiled and thwacked him on the arm. "It's sweet, that you thought of me. I wish you weren't going. But I can't stop you. And I know that you'll be back eventually". She let him get up, and helped him with the last of his boxes.
She stood on the porch after he dropped her off and watched him walk away. She fingered the key and smiled to herself. Her big brother, at least in her eyes, was going away. But he wouldn't be away forever.