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Summary: Set a few weeks after The Gift. Set around five weeks after The Gift. (Contains Spoilers) A member of the Scoobies is risen and they and the rest of the gang including Spike have to resolve issues around it. A B/S Shipper Fic.
Spoilers: Set after The Gift, so could reveal anything up to.
Rating: I've made it PG13, for purposes of future content.
Feedback: Please review and/or email me with your thoughts, its all very much appreciated.
Distribution: If you want to place it on your site, please mail me to ask. This is my own original writing and I'm sure no one in fan fic world would try rip me off!
Part 1 of Dream of Me
His warm involuntary breath floated along her neck, making her spine tingle. She jolts her head a little, their cheeks briefly brushing. There they stood, she wearing simply his shirt and knickers, he in a simple pair of boxers. Her hand swiftly moves up to her shoulder, gripping it lightly, relaxing and letting her head lean back, her neck making contact with his shoulder blade. Her eyes closed she takes in the silence. He feels the embrace, his hands hanging loosely connected around her waist, his chest against her back, his bulge gently resting above her butt. His lips touch her fingers softly, and her hand drops, taking his in her own.
"I love you."
"I know..." He smiled.
"No, you don't. You never did. You thought I simply treated you 'like a man'. You never saw that that man, that man I loved. And now it's too late. The moment passed. The moments gone."
His eyes opened, a few tears falling down his cheeks. The moment was gone; they never even had it. It was never real. And it hurt him, more than anything did.
"Just a dream... a soddin' dream." He wiped the tears away, and sat up. "If only I'd..." And there, he couldn't contain it any more. He hadn't sobbed liked this for a week. When Dawnie had confessed how lonely she had felt, and when he bit back to stop himself confessing the same feelings. At least he was alone now. No one could see his tears. They couldn't see the shell of a vampire he'd become.
They stood there watching him. The little one wanted to go in, to tell him the good news. Buffy put her hand around her little sister. And watched. He'd kept his promise. She'd hadn't been gone long. A few weeks. But Dawn had recalled his treatment of her. How he'd done his best to look after her, to comfort her. Buffy's eyes glistened as her tear ducts let out the few tears which had been waiting to fall. But still... she wouldn't let him see her. She wasn't ready for that yet.
"I should have protected little Bit properly, then she'd never have had to jump... and... and..." He stopped. He'd heard something. Through the tears, he focused, turning round.
They walked away, both making very little noise. She still felt odd. At moments it had been as if she had never left, others as though she'd been gone an eternity. The sun was rising now, it had been several hours since she'd been brought back.
"Buffy... " her sister began.
"Not yet..."
Nothing. The doorway empty. "What you did for me, and Dawn, that was real. And I'll never forget it." Vividly he could remember her at that door, as if it were yesterday. He wouldn't forget it either. Or her.
Closing his eyes he sees her there. Forgets that it's not real. Reaches out... real.
"Dreams aren't real. Get over it you poof. She's gone."
Summary: Set a few weeks after The Gift. Set around five weeks after The Gift. (Contains Spoilers) A member of the Scoobies is risen and they and the rest of the gang including Spike have to resolve issues around it. A B/S Shipper Fic.
Spoilers: Set after The Gift, so could reveal anything up to.
Rating: I've made it PG13, for purposes of future content.
Feedback: Please review and/or email me with your thoughts, its all very much appreciated.
Distribution: If you want to place it on your site, please mail me to ask. This is my own original writing and I'm sure no one in fan fic world would try rip me off!
Part 1 of Dream of Me
His warm involuntary breath floated along her neck, making her spine tingle. She jolts her head a little, their cheeks briefly brushing. There they stood, she wearing simply his shirt and knickers, he in a simple pair of boxers. Her hand swiftly moves up to her shoulder, gripping it lightly, relaxing and letting her head lean back, her neck making contact with his shoulder blade. Her eyes closed she takes in the silence. He feels the embrace, his hands hanging loosely connected around her waist, his chest against her back, his bulge gently resting above her butt. His lips touch her fingers softly, and her hand drops, taking his in her own.
"I love you."
"I know..." He smiled.
"No, you don't. You never did. You thought I simply treated you 'like a man'. You never saw that that man, that man I loved. And now it's too late. The moment passed. The moments gone."
His eyes opened, a few tears falling down his cheeks. The moment was gone; they never even had it. It was never real. And it hurt him, more than anything did.
"Just a dream... a soddin' dream." He wiped the tears away, and sat up. "If only I'd..." And there, he couldn't contain it any more. He hadn't sobbed liked this for a week. When Dawnie had confessed how lonely she had felt, and when he bit back to stop himself confessing the same feelings. At least he was alone now. No one could see his tears. They couldn't see the shell of a vampire he'd become.
They stood there watching him. The little one wanted to go in, to tell him the good news. Buffy put her hand around her little sister. And watched. He'd kept his promise. She'd hadn't been gone long. A few weeks. But Dawn had recalled his treatment of her. How he'd done his best to look after her, to comfort her. Buffy's eyes glistened as her tear ducts let out the few tears which had been waiting to fall. But still... she wouldn't let him see her. She wasn't ready for that yet.
"I should have protected little Bit properly, then she'd never have had to jump... and... and..." He stopped. He'd heard something. Through the tears, he focused, turning round.
They walked away, both making very little noise. She still felt odd. At moments it had been as if she had never left, others as though she'd been gone an eternity. The sun was rising now, it had been several hours since she'd been brought back.
"Buffy... " her sister began.
"Not yet..."
Nothing. The doorway empty. "What you did for me, and Dawn, that was real. And I'll never forget it." Vividly he could remember her at that door, as if it were yesterday. He wouldn't forget it either. Or her.
Closing his eyes he sees her there. Forgets that it's not real. Reaches out... real.
"Dreams aren't real. Get over it you poof. She's gone."