Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: Buffys Angel
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: It's been one year since Spike died. Buffy's been okay, up until now, and reflecting on the past hasn't helped. A surprise changes everything, and Buffy's not sure whether to rejoice or...anything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot of the story and my imagination. All characters and Buffy the Vampire Slayer series belong to the Great Joss Whedon, the UPN network, the WB network, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, and all those other famous guys that own it.
Distribution: Ask me really really nice!
Feedback: Yes please. BuffysAngel315@aol.com
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Ch. 1 Reflecting
Lyrics by Journey "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)"
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"So do you think anyone will find out?" Buffy snuggled closer into her lover's cold arms, her fingers tracing lazy little patterns on his black T- shirted chest. His hand ran through her hair soothingly.
"Don't know luv," Spike sighed. "It's only a matter of time until they discover it. You can't keep it covered, or much less hidden for long. If they don't see it before someone...or something else does.." he trailed off.
"You're right. I should tell them.." Buffy sat up, sweeping her hair over her shoulders and reaching down to pull on her shoes.
"Just.don't tell them..about it being mine.you don't know what they might do.." Spike pleaded, then chuckled, "They might try to burn me alive or something.."
Buffy looked up into his icy-blue eyes. "That's not funny."
He leered at her coldly as the amulet glowed brightly around his neck. "I didn't say it was."
"Spike, take it off."
"You told me you loved me. Did you mean it? Or did you just say that to make me feel better, knowing it wouldn't mean anything after I'd die?"
"Spike--" Buffy started. His eyes glowed yellow as the demon within shown through. He stood up, making his way over to her.
"Did you like it, Buffy? Did you like knowing that he would have to DIE to save the world? Did you want him gone? Is that why you chose him?" Spike grabbed her by the arms, looking her in the eyes as he started to sizzle. "Were you happy?"
"YOU made the choice.." Buffy spat through gritted teeth, tears of frustration falling from her eyes. "You knew!"
He sighed, his flesh burning. "Does it make you feel any better, Buffy? Are you happy now?" The question went unanswered as he crumbled to dust at her feet.
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"SPIKE!" Buffy sat up, screaming his name as she tore awake from her dream. Her eyes frantically searched her surroundings as she reached over for him, only to discover the cold space once again. Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair shakily, glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand, and got up to get dressed.
Daylight poured into the three-roomed apartment Buffy, Dawn, Willow, and Kennedy had rented on the outskirts of Cleveland 10 months ago. Giles had suggested they trek there, Cleveland being on top of a Hellmouth and all.
Poor Giles, she thought. No matter how many super-baddies he doesn't like dealing with, he just can't pull himself away.
Buffy padded into the kitchen, heading for the fridge and reading the note Dawn had left, saying Willow took her and Kennedy out for breakfast and they'd be over at Giles' for the remainder of the day. Peering into the fridge, Buffy noted they were running low on milk, and made a mental note to buy some later.
After grabbing a bagel with some cream cheese, she headed into the main room with her breakfast, flicked on the radio, and sunk herself into the sofa.
"Stupid commercials," she mumbled as some nasally-voiced bimbo droned about the wonders of Metabolife. "Why do they call them 'music channels' if they play commercials 90 percent of the time?"
As if reading her mind, the commercial stopped abruptly, and an old song began to play. Buffy's eyes widened as she recognized it.
*Here we stand worlds apart. Hearts broken in two*
*Sleepless nights. Losing ground, I'm reaching for you.*
Buffy's free hand slowly rose to cover her mouth as her eyes welled with unfailing tears. This was the last song she had listened to before they had gone to the school to stop the Uber-vamp's and whatnot. It was the last song she heard before he died.
*Feeling that it's gone can change your mind.
If we can't go on to survive the tide love divides.*
*Someday, love will find you; break those chains that bind you.
One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways.*
The night before they had attacked had been bliss for her, and for Spike. Just laying in his arms again was all she needed. It was the second time they proved they could be alone together without sparring with words, jumping each other's bones, or just hurting each other. That's when she knew. She couldn't fight it and deny it anymore. She didn't want to.
*If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.
You know I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways.*
*Troubled times, caught between confusion and pain.*
Buffy knew what the amulet would do. Angel had said it, but then again he didn't. He said it was for a champion. Someone more than human, but with a soul. This would give him his redemption. Spike was a champion. Even without his soul he hadn't killed. Of course, Buffy knew if he had never gotten the chip, and fallen in love with her, things would've been different. But she didn't know for sure. She could never be sure.
*Distant eyes, promises we made were in vain.*
*If you must go, I wish you love.
You'll never walk alone, take care my love. Miss you love.*
When she had told him she loved him, she meant it. He could see it in her eyes. She knew he could. She didn't know why he had said what he did. It was too late to ask now. She could just hope that wherever he was, he knew she still thought of him, cared for him, and missed him, especially now.
*Someday love will find you, break those chains that bind you.
One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways.*
*If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.
You know I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways*
A few months after everything had happened, Buffy had tried to move on with her life. Dawn, Willow, Xander, even Giles had tried to get her to go out and have fun instead of locking herself away and rummaging through some of his things he had left behind. She knew as well as they did it wouldn't help any. Spike was gone. He had sacrificed himself, so she should just get over it already. Dawn and Willow had managed to bribe her out of her shell and take her to some clubs that were too familiar; they reminded her too much of the Bronze. It just made her cling to the past more. But as much as she wanted to forget and move on, she still felt a painful ache thinking about him.
Unbeknownst to Buffy, the tears that had formed had streaked down her cheeks. She made no move to swipe at them. She just let them fall.
*Someday love will find you, break those chains that bind you.
One night will remind you.*
She had been able to date again. She met Kevin Anderson at the last club the girls had dragged her to in October. He reminded her so much of him; he had the same blue eyes, the same attitude, and amazingly, the same accent. It was weird; she didn't know how she had been able to move on to someone that reminded her so much of what she was trying to move on from. He was almost like Spike, besides the physical features. Maybe that's why she had fallen for him so quickly. But she hadn't really loved him like she loved Spike, or Angel, or Riley for that matter. She didn't know why she didn't love Kevin.
*If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.
You know I still love you.*
Maybe it was the reminder of her past just looking into his eyes. Maybe she wasn't ready to fall in love yet. She knew Spike still had her heart, even in death.well, nonmetaphoric death anyway. Maybe he didn't want her to, and it held her back.
*I still love you girl, I really love you girl.*
Whatever the reason, it was why Kevin had left like all the others. He was also like Riley, in the whole 'You won't let me in' kind of way. She had seen it coming weeks before he had left her. She had never told him she loved him, partially because she didn't, and partially because she didn't want to. The night before he had left, they fought. He claimed he was being compared to some dead guy that had a freaky name and was weird. She was tired of him trying to push her to let go, even though she knew she needed to. She wasn't ready. In the middle of the fight, she called him Spike. After they had realized it, he hadn't said a word to her; just packed up his things and left the next morning. She didn't shed a tear.
*And if he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.*
"God, why does this always have to happen? Why do you always have to pull my strings?" She yelled up at the ceiling, hoping someone out there would hear her. "No more Let's-pull-Buffy's-strings games, okay? Enough already!"
Frustrated, she gritted her teeth, and stood up pacing.
"I wish Spike would just..come back to life..my life would be so much simpler.." Half of her was being sarcastic. The other half was truthful.
What caught her off guard was the low-distant rumble, and the violent shaking of the apartment building. Buffy lost her footing, and fell to the ground, banging her head against the main table in the process.
Over the chaos and the unconsciousness, Buffy didn't hear the loud, booming voice come from the radio.
"Wish Granted."
TBC*~*~
Author: Buffys Angel
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: It's been one year since Spike died. Buffy's been okay, up until now, and reflecting on the past hasn't helped. A surprise changes everything, and Buffy's not sure whether to rejoice or...anything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot of the story and my imagination. All characters and Buffy the Vampire Slayer series belong to the Great Joss Whedon, the UPN network, the WB network, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, and all those other famous guys that own it.
Distribution: Ask me really really nice!
Feedback: Yes please. BuffysAngel315@aol.com
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ch. 1 Reflecting
Lyrics by Journey "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So do you think anyone will find out?" Buffy snuggled closer into her lover's cold arms, her fingers tracing lazy little patterns on his black T- shirted chest. His hand ran through her hair soothingly.
"Don't know luv," Spike sighed. "It's only a matter of time until they discover it. You can't keep it covered, or much less hidden for long. If they don't see it before someone...or something else does.." he trailed off.
"You're right. I should tell them.." Buffy sat up, sweeping her hair over her shoulders and reaching down to pull on her shoes.
"Just.don't tell them..about it being mine.you don't know what they might do.." Spike pleaded, then chuckled, "They might try to burn me alive or something.."
Buffy looked up into his icy-blue eyes. "That's not funny."
He leered at her coldly as the amulet glowed brightly around his neck. "I didn't say it was."
"Spike, take it off."
"You told me you loved me. Did you mean it? Or did you just say that to make me feel better, knowing it wouldn't mean anything after I'd die?"
"Spike--" Buffy started. His eyes glowed yellow as the demon within shown through. He stood up, making his way over to her.
"Did you like it, Buffy? Did you like knowing that he would have to DIE to save the world? Did you want him gone? Is that why you chose him?" Spike grabbed her by the arms, looking her in the eyes as he started to sizzle. "Were you happy?"
"YOU made the choice.." Buffy spat through gritted teeth, tears of frustration falling from her eyes. "You knew!"
He sighed, his flesh burning. "Does it make you feel any better, Buffy? Are you happy now?" The question went unanswered as he crumbled to dust at her feet.
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"SPIKE!" Buffy sat up, screaming his name as she tore awake from her dream. Her eyes frantically searched her surroundings as she reached over for him, only to discover the cold space once again. Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair shakily, glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand, and got up to get dressed.
Daylight poured into the three-roomed apartment Buffy, Dawn, Willow, and Kennedy had rented on the outskirts of Cleveland 10 months ago. Giles had suggested they trek there, Cleveland being on top of a Hellmouth and all.
Poor Giles, she thought. No matter how many super-baddies he doesn't like dealing with, he just can't pull himself away.
Buffy padded into the kitchen, heading for the fridge and reading the note Dawn had left, saying Willow took her and Kennedy out for breakfast and they'd be over at Giles' for the remainder of the day. Peering into the fridge, Buffy noted they were running low on milk, and made a mental note to buy some later.
After grabbing a bagel with some cream cheese, she headed into the main room with her breakfast, flicked on the radio, and sunk herself into the sofa.
"Stupid commercials," she mumbled as some nasally-voiced bimbo droned about the wonders of Metabolife. "Why do they call them 'music channels' if they play commercials 90 percent of the time?"
As if reading her mind, the commercial stopped abruptly, and an old song began to play. Buffy's eyes widened as she recognized it.
*Here we stand worlds apart. Hearts broken in two*
*Sleepless nights. Losing ground, I'm reaching for you.*
Buffy's free hand slowly rose to cover her mouth as her eyes welled with unfailing tears. This was the last song she had listened to before they had gone to the school to stop the Uber-vamp's and whatnot. It was the last song she heard before he died.
*Feeling that it's gone can change your mind.
If we can't go on to survive the tide love divides.*
*Someday, love will find you; break those chains that bind you.
One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways.*
The night before they had attacked had been bliss for her, and for Spike. Just laying in his arms again was all she needed. It was the second time they proved they could be alone together without sparring with words, jumping each other's bones, or just hurting each other. That's when she knew. She couldn't fight it and deny it anymore. She didn't want to.
*If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.
You know I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways.*
*Troubled times, caught between confusion and pain.*
Buffy knew what the amulet would do. Angel had said it, but then again he didn't. He said it was for a champion. Someone more than human, but with a soul. This would give him his redemption. Spike was a champion. Even without his soul he hadn't killed. Of course, Buffy knew if he had never gotten the chip, and fallen in love with her, things would've been different. But she didn't know for sure. She could never be sure.
*Distant eyes, promises we made were in vain.*
*If you must go, I wish you love.
You'll never walk alone, take care my love. Miss you love.*
When she had told him she loved him, she meant it. He could see it in her eyes. She knew he could. She didn't know why he had said what he did. It was too late to ask now. She could just hope that wherever he was, he knew she still thought of him, cared for him, and missed him, especially now.
*Someday love will find you, break those chains that bind you.
One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways.*
*If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.
You know I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways*
A few months after everything had happened, Buffy had tried to move on with her life. Dawn, Willow, Xander, even Giles had tried to get her to go out and have fun instead of locking herself away and rummaging through some of his things he had left behind. She knew as well as they did it wouldn't help any. Spike was gone. He had sacrificed himself, so she should just get over it already. Dawn and Willow had managed to bribe her out of her shell and take her to some clubs that were too familiar; they reminded her too much of the Bronze. It just made her cling to the past more. But as much as she wanted to forget and move on, she still felt a painful ache thinking about him.
Unbeknownst to Buffy, the tears that had formed had streaked down her cheeks. She made no move to swipe at them. She just let them fall.
*Someday love will find you, break those chains that bind you.
One night will remind you.*
She had been able to date again. She met Kevin Anderson at the last club the girls had dragged her to in October. He reminded her so much of him; he had the same blue eyes, the same attitude, and amazingly, the same accent. It was weird; she didn't know how she had been able to move on to someone that reminded her so much of what she was trying to move on from. He was almost like Spike, besides the physical features. Maybe that's why she had fallen for him so quickly. But she hadn't really loved him like she loved Spike, or Angel, or Riley for that matter. She didn't know why she didn't love Kevin.
*If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.
You know I still love you.*
Maybe it was the reminder of her past just looking into his eyes. Maybe she wasn't ready to fall in love yet. She knew Spike still had her heart, even in death.well, nonmetaphoric death anyway. Maybe he didn't want her to, and it held her back.
*I still love you girl, I really love you girl.*
Whatever the reason, it was why Kevin had left like all the others. He was also like Riley, in the whole 'You won't let me in' kind of way. She had seen it coming weeks before he had left her. She had never told him she loved him, partially because she didn't, and partially because she didn't want to. The night before he had left, they fought. He claimed he was being compared to some dead guy that had a freaky name and was weird. She was tired of him trying to push her to let go, even though she knew she needed to. She wasn't ready. In the middle of the fight, she called him Spike. After they had realized it, he hadn't said a word to her; just packed up his things and left the next morning. She didn't shed a tear.
*And if he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you.*
"God, why does this always have to happen? Why do you always have to pull my strings?" She yelled up at the ceiling, hoping someone out there would hear her. "No more Let's-pull-Buffy's-strings games, okay? Enough already!"
Frustrated, she gritted her teeth, and stood up pacing.
"I wish Spike would just..come back to life..my life would be so much simpler.." Half of her was being sarcastic. The other half was truthful.
What caught her off guard was the low-distant rumble, and the violent shaking of the apartment building. Buffy lost her footing, and fell to the ground, banging her head against the main table in the process.
Over the chaos and the unconsciousness, Buffy didn't hear the loud, booming voice come from the radio.
"Wish Granted."
TBC*~*~