Title: Love and acceptance.
Author: Alexz Recoro
Summury: Passions/B:TVS Crossover. When Buffy and Xander get married, Spike leaves Sunnydale, only to arrive in Harmony just as Kay has a revelation at Miguel and Charity's wedding. Now, two outcasts have may have found in each other what they never found in others.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Passions or B:TVS characters. The song is Blue Eye Blue by Eric Clapton from the Runaway Bride Soundtrack.
Authors Note: I know my story isn't running with the show, but I don't care. This my fanfic, I can do what I want. So there! Also, each chapter will have one song in it, and be named after that song. I'll tell you the song at the beginning of each chapter.
Spike stopped the car and climbed out into the cold, early December night air. The breath of air he exhaled with the smoke from his cigeratte left a puff of white, and the air in inhaled when he took a drag to finish off his smoke, it burned his dead lungs. His cigeratte finished, Spike threw the butt on the ground and crushed it under the heel of his boot.
Spike streched his cramped shoulder muscles and scowled at the town lights that shone brightly just feet from where his car was stopped. He walked back a few feet to the sign he had passed and read where he was. And almost kicked the sign down in frustration.
"Bloody hell! Harmony!?! Who names a town 'Harmony!?!" Spike snarled, his vamp face coming foreward as he fumed. Another small town with a disgustinly cute name. And from he could see, it was exactly like Sunnydale. The only difference was Sunnydale was in Callifornia and Harmony was in. . . Where was he exactly?
Spike squinted at the sign in the blackness and realized he was in Maine. He snorted in amusment, and drew out another cigerette from his black duster. 'How about that.' He thought as he searched for, found and procedded to light his cigerette with his lighter. 'It amazing how far you can go when you go 100 mph the entire time.' The cops were lucky they hadn't pulled him over. The way he was feeling, he probably would have killed them without even restering any pain from his chip. The pain he was feeling on the inside from seeing Buffy in the arms of the moron was much worse than anything the chip had ever produced.
Spike took a drag from his cigerette, then slowly let it trickle out of his nose as he walked back the car. He got in, and threw it in to reverse. He backed up until he was past the sign, then threw it back into drive and ran over the disgustingly cheerful sign leaving it laying there as he taillights disapeared into the streets of Harmony.
*I thought that you'd be
Lovin' me
I thought you were the one
Who'd stay forever
But now
Forevers come and gone*
19 year old Kay Bennet sat on the sloping roof of the church, trying her best to ignore what was happening in the church below her. Her eyes were dry, all of her tears having been spilled over the last six months. Her cerulean blue eyes were turned upward at the stars as she hugged her knees.
*And I'm still here
Alone
Cause you were only playin
You were only playin with my heart
I was never waiting
I was never waiting for the tears to start*
She was wearing a sleeveless emerald green silk dress that laced up in the back, and had just one wide strap across her left shoulder. It hugged her body to her waist, where the skirt flared out only slightly. She also wore gloves to her elbows. Her hair was loose on her shoulders. The entire vision was of an angel on earth. But Kay didn't feel like an angel.
*It was you
It was you
Who put the clouds around me
It was you
It was you
Who made the tears fall down*
Her breath hung in white puffs in the air, and the cold burned her lungs every time she drew a breath. She hugged her knees and rubbed her arms briskly, tring to warm them. She was freezing, but oddly enough, it was simply instinct that told her to curl up and rub her arms. She could really fell the cold. Miguel, the boy she had loved since she was ten years old, was down in the church below her, getting married. But she wasn't down there with him. No, the one he was marring was her perfect, beautiful, pure cousin Charity, the cousin that Kay hated.
*It was you
It was you
Who broke my heart in pieces
It was you
It was you
Who made my blue eyes blue*
Kay felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She wiped at it absently, and watched as the wind began to blow, and clouds covered the bright pinpoints of light that she had been staring at. Kay lifted her face a little higher, allowing the winds cold fingers dry her tears. Kay blue eyes began to swim in tears again as she thought about Miguel and Charity.
*I never should have trusted
And I thought that
I'd be
All you need
In your eyes
I thought I saw my heaven*
Kay blinked furiously, trying to banish the tears. She had cried too many tears over Charity and Miguel. Ever since Charity had come to town, she had taken away everything that had ever meant anything to Kay. Miguel, her friends, even her family fawned over precious Chairty, while Kay was left alone. It was almost as if the sunlight shone only on Chairty, while Kay was left in the dark, where no one could, or wanted to, see her. Out of sight, out of mind.
*And now my heavens gone away
And I'm out in the cold
Cause you had me believin
You had me believin in a lie
Guess I couldn't see it
I guess I couldn't see it till I saw goodbye*
Kay carfully climbed to her feet and moved to the edge of the roof. Moving slowly and carefully, she climbed down the large oak tree next to the church. She was so concerned with ripping her dress, that she didn't notice the dark shape sitting in the shadow of the tree, the glowing tip of a cigerette the only indication that there was anyone there.
*It was you
It was you
Who put the clouds around me
It was you
It was you
Who made the tears fall down*
When she was a foot from the ground, she jumped down, and landing soildly on something.
"OWW! Bloody hell!" The thing snarled, and Kay realized she had just landed on someone's leg. She emitted a tiny squeak of surprise and jumped back. She lost her balence and fell on her butt, banging her elbows on the ground. The person she had landed one rose to her feet and Kay found herself staring into a pair of ice blue eyes that took her breath away.
*It was you
It was you
Who broke my heart in pieces
It was you
It was you
Who made my blue eyes blue*
The eyes belonged to a guy who didn't seem to be much older than herself. He was tall and lean, but muscular. He had high cheekbones and pale skin that made his ice blue eyes seem to jump out of his face at her. His hair was short and a bleached blonde color that was almost white and seemed to almost glow in the dark night. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, steel toed boots, a dark blue botton up silk shirt and and long black leather duster. He was scowling at her, and there was a cigerette in his mouth.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The man growled.
"I. . . I . . . uhh. . . I'm sorry." Kay stammered.
*I never should have trusted you
You were only playin
You were only playin with my heart
I was never waiting
I was never waiting for the tears to start
It was you*
The man's glare seemed to soften, and he reached out a hand to her. Kay took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet, noticing that his hand was soft, yet hard, and cold. He pulled her to her feet as effortlessly as if he had been picking a blade of grass.
"Are you all right?" He asked gruffly, taking a drag from his cigerette and letting the smoke trickle from his nose.
"I'm fine." Kay said in a small voice, her voice breaking and the tears starting again. She turned away from him, wiping the tears away angerly.
*Who put the clouds around me
It was you
It was you
It was you
Who put those clouds around me
It was you*
Spike swore under his breath. First, he had decided to sit under this tree and smoke a cigerette simply for a change of sencery. Then, this girl in a dress dropped out of the tree and landed on his leg. Then she fell down, and when he helped her up and asked if she was all right, she turned her back on him and started crying. Spike swore again and gently turned her around to face him. She looked up at him with big beutiful blue eyes that were swiming in tears and Spike felt himself being drawn into them.
*It was you
Who made the tears fall down
Only you
Only you
Who broke my heart in peices
It was you*
Kay gasped when the guy grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. She kept her eyes down, embarassed. A hand reached out and touched her chin. It was cold. The hand slowly raised her face to look him in the eyes. Kay stared deep into the dark blue eyes. As she felt the tears gathering in her own start to spill down her cheeks, she looked deep in his eyes, and saw all the pain, sadness, anger, and lonliness she felt mirrored in his eyes. He also seemed to feel bad about her tears because his cold fingers brushed softly against her cheek as he wiped them away.
*It was you
Who made my blue eyes blue
I never should have trusted
You made my blue eyes blue
Never should have trusted*
Spike gently brushed the girls tears away before he knew what he was doing.
"Hey, come on now. Don't cry. Beautiful girls don't need to cry." He whispered before he realized what he was saying. But even as he said it, he saw it was true. The girl before him was beautiful. She was tall, with long brown hair, flawless ivory skin and bright blue eyes. Eyes that were filled with calm pain, sadness, rejection, and lonliness. It was the calmness that confused him. Like she had already resigned herself to always being disapointed and shoved to the side. Much like himself.
*You made my blue eyes blue
Never should have trusted
You made my blue eyes blue
Never should have trusted you*
Kay stared up at him in shock. Had he just called her beautiful? No one had ever called her beautiful except for her dad. He must have seen the shock in her eyes, because he cocked his head.
"What, hasn't anyone ever called up beautiful?" He asked, his British accent sounding comforting to Kay's ears.
"No." Kay whispered.
"What are you, nineteen, twenty? And you've never been called beautiful? What, do all the men in this town blind?" He asked. Kay shrugged and looked away. The guy studied her for a moment, then shrugged. "Hey, if they can't see how beautiful you are, it's their lose. What's your name girl?"
"Kay."
"Call me Spike." He said with a smile, touching her cold cheek. "My God, your freezing!" He exclaimed, seeming to notice for the first time the simple dress she was wearing. "What the hell are you doing out here in the cold without even a jacket?"
"My jacket's in there." Kay said, motioning at the church. "I came out here to get away from what's happening in there."
"You mean the wedding?" Spike asked. He had seen all the white flowers and things lining the doorway of the church.
"Yeah." Kay muttered. Spike chucked her chin.
"Hey, I'm not a big fan of weddings right now either. But I can't just stand here and let you turn into a Kay-popsicle can I? Here you go." Spike slid his duster off and put it around her shoudlers. Kay slid her arms into the sleeves and smiled at him.
"Thanks."
"No problem. See ya later beautiful." Spike turned and started to walk off.
"Wait! What about your duster?" Kay said, hurring after him.
"Keep it." Spike said with a grin. "It looks better on you. I'll be back for it later."
"How will you find me?"
"You won't get rid of me that easily. I'll find you. Don't worry." Spike planted a small, chaste kiss and Kay warming cheek and walked over to a black car. He slid in and drove away, leaving Kay standing there with dry eyes, his duster, and a memory of a kiss on a cheek that still burned and tingled where his lips had touched.
Author: Alexz Recoro
Summury: Passions/B:TVS Crossover. When Buffy and Xander get married, Spike leaves Sunnydale, only to arrive in Harmony just as Kay has a revelation at Miguel and Charity's wedding. Now, two outcasts have may have found in each other what they never found in others.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Passions or B:TVS characters. The song is Blue Eye Blue by Eric Clapton from the Runaway Bride Soundtrack.
Authors Note: I know my story isn't running with the show, but I don't care. This my fanfic, I can do what I want. So there! Also, each chapter will have one song in it, and be named after that song. I'll tell you the song at the beginning of each chapter.
Spike stopped the car and climbed out into the cold, early December night air. The breath of air he exhaled with the smoke from his cigeratte left a puff of white, and the air in inhaled when he took a drag to finish off his smoke, it burned his dead lungs. His cigeratte finished, Spike threw the butt on the ground and crushed it under the heel of his boot.
Spike streched his cramped shoulder muscles and scowled at the town lights that shone brightly just feet from where his car was stopped. He walked back a few feet to the sign he had passed and read where he was. And almost kicked the sign down in frustration.
"Bloody hell! Harmony!?! Who names a town 'Harmony!?!" Spike snarled, his vamp face coming foreward as he fumed. Another small town with a disgustinly cute name. And from he could see, it was exactly like Sunnydale. The only difference was Sunnydale was in Callifornia and Harmony was in. . . Where was he exactly?
Spike squinted at the sign in the blackness and realized he was in Maine. He snorted in amusment, and drew out another cigerette from his black duster. 'How about that.' He thought as he searched for, found and procedded to light his cigerette with his lighter. 'It amazing how far you can go when you go 100 mph the entire time.' The cops were lucky they hadn't pulled him over. The way he was feeling, he probably would have killed them without even restering any pain from his chip. The pain he was feeling on the inside from seeing Buffy in the arms of the moron was much worse than anything the chip had ever produced.
Spike took a drag from his cigerette, then slowly let it trickle out of his nose as he walked back the car. He got in, and threw it in to reverse. He backed up until he was past the sign, then threw it back into drive and ran over the disgustingly cheerful sign leaving it laying there as he taillights disapeared into the streets of Harmony.
*I thought that you'd be
Lovin' me
I thought you were the one
Who'd stay forever
But now
Forevers come and gone*
19 year old Kay Bennet sat on the sloping roof of the church, trying her best to ignore what was happening in the church below her. Her eyes were dry, all of her tears having been spilled over the last six months. Her cerulean blue eyes were turned upward at the stars as she hugged her knees.
*And I'm still here
Alone
Cause you were only playin
You were only playin with my heart
I was never waiting
I was never waiting for the tears to start*
She was wearing a sleeveless emerald green silk dress that laced up in the back, and had just one wide strap across her left shoulder. It hugged her body to her waist, where the skirt flared out only slightly. She also wore gloves to her elbows. Her hair was loose on her shoulders. The entire vision was of an angel on earth. But Kay didn't feel like an angel.
*It was you
It was you
Who put the clouds around me
It was you
It was you
Who made the tears fall down*
Her breath hung in white puffs in the air, and the cold burned her lungs every time she drew a breath. She hugged her knees and rubbed her arms briskly, tring to warm them. She was freezing, but oddly enough, it was simply instinct that told her to curl up and rub her arms. She could really fell the cold. Miguel, the boy she had loved since she was ten years old, was down in the church below her, getting married. But she wasn't down there with him. No, the one he was marring was her perfect, beautiful, pure cousin Charity, the cousin that Kay hated.
*It was you
It was you
Who broke my heart in pieces
It was you
It was you
Who made my blue eyes blue*
Kay felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She wiped at it absently, and watched as the wind began to blow, and clouds covered the bright pinpoints of light that she had been staring at. Kay lifted her face a little higher, allowing the winds cold fingers dry her tears. Kay blue eyes began to swim in tears again as she thought about Miguel and Charity.
*I never should have trusted
And I thought that
I'd be
All you need
In your eyes
I thought I saw my heaven*
Kay blinked furiously, trying to banish the tears. She had cried too many tears over Charity and Miguel. Ever since Charity had come to town, she had taken away everything that had ever meant anything to Kay. Miguel, her friends, even her family fawned over precious Chairty, while Kay was left alone. It was almost as if the sunlight shone only on Chairty, while Kay was left in the dark, where no one could, or wanted to, see her. Out of sight, out of mind.
*And now my heavens gone away
And I'm out in the cold
Cause you had me believin
You had me believin in a lie
Guess I couldn't see it
I guess I couldn't see it till I saw goodbye*
Kay carfully climbed to her feet and moved to the edge of the roof. Moving slowly and carefully, she climbed down the large oak tree next to the church. She was so concerned with ripping her dress, that she didn't notice the dark shape sitting in the shadow of the tree, the glowing tip of a cigerette the only indication that there was anyone there.
*It was you
It was you
Who put the clouds around me
It was you
It was you
Who made the tears fall down*
When she was a foot from the ground, she jumped down, and landing soildly on something.
"OWW! Bloody hell!" The thing snarled, and Kay realized she had just landed on someone's leg. She emitted a tiny squeak of surprise and jumped back. She lost her balence and fell on her butt, banging her elbows on the ground. The person she had landed one rose to her feet and Kay found herself staring into a pair of ice blue eyes that took her breath away.
*It was you
It was you
Who broke my heart in pieces
It was you
It was you
Who made my blue eyes blue*
The eyes belonged to a guy who didn't seem to be much older than herself. He was tall and lean, but muscular. He had high cheekbones and pale skin that made his ice blue eyes seem to jump out of his face at her. His hair was short and a bleached blonde color that was almost white and seemed to almost glow in the dark night. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, steel toed boots, a dark blue botton up silk shirt and and long black leather duster. He was scowling at her, and there was a cigerette in his mouth.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The man growled.
"I. . . I . . . uhh. . . I'm sorry." Kay stammered.
*I never should have trusted you
You were only playin
You were only playin with my heart
I was never waiting
I was never waiting for the tears to start
It was you*
The man's glare seemed to soften, and he reached out a hand to her. Kay took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet, noticing that his hand was soft, yet hard, and cold. He pulled her to her feet as effortlessly as if he had been picking a blade of grass.
"Are you all right?" He asked gruffly, taking a drag from his cigerette and letting the smoke trickle from his nose.
"I'm fine." Kay said in a small voice, her voice breaking and the tears starting again. She turned away from him, wiping the tears away angerly.
*Who put the clouds around me
It was you
It was you
It was you
Who put those clouds around me
It was you*
Spike swore under his breath. First, he had decided to sit under this tree and smoke a cigerette simply for a change of sencery. Then, this girl in a dress dropped out of the tree and landed on his leg. Then she fell down, and when he helped her up and asked if she was all right, she turned her back on him and started crying. Spike swore again and gently turned her around to face him. She looked up at him with big beutiful blue eyes that were swiming in tears and Spike felt himself being drawn into them.
*It was you
Who made the tears fall down
Only you
Only you
Who broke my heart in peices
It was you*
Kay gasped when the guy grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. She kept her eyes down, embarassed. A hand reached out and touched her chin. It was cold. The hand slowly raised her face to look him in the eyes. Kay stared deep into the dark blue eyes. As she felt the tears gathering in her own start to spill down her cheeks, she looked deep in his eyes, and saw all the pain, sadness, anger, and lonliness she felt mirrored in his eyes. He also seemed to feel bad about her tears because his cold fingers brushed softly against her cheek as he wiped them away.
*It was you
Who made my blue eyes blue
I never should have trusted
You made my blue eyes blue
Never should have trusted*
Spike gently brushed the girls tears away before he knew what he was doing.
"Hey, come on now. Don't cry. Beautiful girls don't need to cry." He whispered before he realized what he was saying. But even as he said it, he saw it was true. The girl before him was beautiful. She was tall, with long brown hair, flawless ivory skin and bright blue eyes. Eyes that were filled with calm pain, sadness, rejection, and lonliness. It was the calmness that confused him. Like she had already resigned herself to always being disapointed and shoved to the side. Much like himself.
*You made my blue eyes blue
Never should have trusted
You made my blue eyes blue
Never should have trusted you*
Kay stared up at him in shock. Had he just called her beautiful? No one had ever called her beautiful except for her dad. He must have seen the shock in her eyes, because he cocked his head.
"What, hasn't anyone ever called up beautiful?" He asked, his British accent sounding comforting to Kay's ears.
"No." Kay whispered.
"What are you, nineteen, twenty? And you've never been called beautiful? What, do all the men in this town blind?" He asked. Kay shrugged and looked away. The guy studied her for a moment, then shrugged. "Hey, if they can't see how beautiful you are, it's their lose. What's your name girl?"
"Kay."
"Call me Spike." He said with a smile, touching her cold cheek. "My God, your freezing!" He exclaimed, seeming to notice for the first time the simple dress she was wearing. "What the hell are you doing out here in the cold without even a jacket?"
"My jacket's in there." Kay said, motioning at the church. "I came out here to get away from what's happening in there."
"You mean the wedding?" Spike asked. He had seen all the white flowers and things lining the doorway of the church.
"Yeah." Kay muttered. Spike chucked her chin.
"Hey, I'm not a big fan of weddings right now either. But I can't just stand here and let you turn into a Kay-popsicle can I? Here you go." Spike slid his duster off and put it around her shoudlers. Kay slid her arms into the sleeves and smiled at him.
"Thanks."
"No problem. See ya later beautiful." Spike turned and started to walk off.
"Wait! What about your duster?" Kay said, hurring after him.
"Keep it." Spike said with a grin. "It looks better on you. I'll be back for it later."
"How will you find me?"
"You won't get rid of me that easily. I'll find you. Don't worry." Spike planted a small, chaste kiss and Kay warming cheek and walked over to a black car. He slid in and drove away, leaving Kay standing there with dry eyes, his duster, and a memory of a kiss on a cheek that still burned and tingled where his lips had touched.