Title: Now and Then
Rating: Mostly R, but there are a few chapters that are rated NC-17 for sexual situations and violence. Oh, and I swear like a sailor! I'm going to make this 18 plus fiction, but if for some reason you feel like it should be NC-17, just let me know and I'd be more than happy to change it.
Pairings: Buffy/Spike, Angel/Cordelia (don't start throwing stones yet), Xander/Anya, Dawn/Spike (it's complicated - just read), Riley/and a grave marker (j/k, like I would ever put Riley in one of my stories).
Plot: What's a plot? This picks up after season 6 of Buffy, but not necessarily season 3 of Angel. Spike comes back human with his bright happy soul and it's not all Buffy thought it would be. Angel and Xander don't act like putrid piles of crap toward Spike. It's hard to explain without giving anything away, just read. There is definite spuffyness, don't worry. There are a few rather violent scenes and explicit sexual situations, continue with caution.
Disclaimer: Joss and the geeks at ME own everything, except for Spike 'cause he's mine damnit. I lack the originality to write my own characters, so I stole theirs. They can sue me if they want, I mean if they want my husband, fine. 'Bout the only thing I own. A month ago that would have been funny, but now I'm actually a little worried that Fox might actually sue me.
Feedback: Yes, duh. I'm a feedback whore. You can tell me how much this sucks at spikeschippedhead@msn.com or spikeschippedhead@yahoo.com
Distribution: I have no clue why you would want to publish this garbage, but if you are that desperate for fiction, just email me.
A/N: Spike rocks in my stories, so if you don't like him or you have some deranged fantasy that Angel and Buffy are meant together, go read an Angel/Buffy fluff piece, while I go find a bucket.
Reunions - March 2009 Chapter One
Spike paced nervously back and forth in his apartment. He stared at the calendar, not believing that it had been almost six years since he had last seen Buffy. He and Dawn had become the best of friends, well as well as you can be in a long distance relationship. They wrote to one another, sent emails, talked on the phone constantly. The had had some rough times in their past, but the bond the two shared wasn't going to be broken easily. He knew what was up with Buffy, but it was all second hand information. Spike glanced out the window of his fifteenth floor apartment. It was a bright sunny day, he could vaguely make out the children playing on the beach. He sighed heavily to himself, that could be us, those could be our children. Children that they could have raised, together.
Spike stopped his pacing for a brief moment and stared at the mirror that hung above his mantel. He couldn't figure out why he still got so nervous from these visits. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that things were not going to work out this time. Spike still wasn't used to seeing his reflection in the mirror. He could see the lines starting to show around his eyes and his lips. He knew that physically he was only 34 years old now, but he could swear that he saw a few gray hairs starting to show behind his ears. He had stopped bleaching his hair years ago, it was now a light brown color, that he kept very short, very respectable, very boring. His clothes were slightly different than they were slightly different not as well. He traded his Docs and duster in for khakis, loafers, and sweaters. What did I do with that damn duster Spike thought all of the sudden. He didn't know why he was worrying about such a trivial thing, but it did calm him down for a few seconds. He then began his nervous pacing again.
Why did things have to turn out like this, he thought once more as he vacuumed the carpet, making sure all the little scraps were off the floor. He then put Spike Jr. in his bedroom. The small white pug was the closest thing to a friend he had these days he felt at times. At least the pug didn't tell him to stop whiny and acting like an Angel Jr. He gave his apartment a once over and began pacing once again. He always got nervous, he didn't know why. Guess he didn't want to let anyone down, even though he knew he already had, in so many ways. The door bell finally rang and he jumped to answer the door.
"Daddy!" a small girl cried wrapping her arms around Spike's leg, too impatient to wait for him to bend over and pick her up.
Spike bent down to pick the girl up. She had curly blonde hair, golden brown skin, and eyes as deep and as blue as her father's. He sat the child down and just stared at the woman standing next to the little girl.
"Buffy.I mean.Anne. What are you doing here?" Spike asked.
Dawn had always brought Julia to him in LA. Buffy had never once came here since he left, for the second time. Dawn would bring Julia up, and would often stay the weekend. He looked over and was relieved to see Dawn standing there. She was such a beauty in her own right he thought to himself. A man would have to be daft and blind not to want her he thought, knowing he had the first part of that thought down to a fine art when it came to the younger woman.
"Hey, Will" Dawn finally said giving him a hug to avert some of the awkwardness of the situation. Spike and Buffy just continued to stare at one another, taking in all the changes that had occurred with the other. Spike couldn't help but see the sadness that was now the woman he loved. She had to have been almost twenty-eight by now. Her long golden hair was pulled back in a bun. She was wearing black slacks and a plum sweater, very grown up, very respectable, very boring. She also appeared to be very tired.
"Come in, you ladies want something to drink?" Spike asked cautiously, not sure if Buffy was actually going to stay or not.
They both politely requested a bottle of water. The three then sat uncomfortably in his comfortably furnished living room while Julia was in his room watching cartoons.
"You're place is very nice Spi.uh.William." Buffy said, not sure of where to go from there.
He just looked at her. He couldn't figure out why she was there, but he had a pretty good feeling that nothing good was going to come out of it.
"Thanks luv. Don't take this the wrong way or anything. It's good to see you, but why are you here? I have a hard time believing it's because you wanted to see my apartment. We're not exactly best friends anymore slayer." Spike responded, wanting to cut to the chase about why Buffy was actually there.
"Dawn said that I should come up here. She said that we really needed to talk. She told me how it is for you William. Unless Julia is here, you spend all of your time at the library, doing reports for the Watcher's Council, or at work at that damn museum. What happened to you? I'm worried about you. I just want to make sure for myself that it's OK to leave you here with alone with Julia."
"Yeah pet, I'm fine. Just fucking peachy. You would think that I would have a reason to be pissed though, wouldn't you? I mean I gave up eternity for you and it's still not good enough. I'm stuck in this human body, dying. I moved away for you, because it hurt you too much to look at me. I only see my daughter, what fifty, maybe sixty days out of the year. And a lot of the time, Jules just reminds me of how much I still love you. What more do you want, Anne? I'm doing the best I can. Hasn't been easy for me to keep friends. I can't tell anyone what I used to be. Most people find me odd, strange, queer - in the gay sense of the word. The only bloody thing that keeps me attached to this world in Julia. I love her, how dare you barge in here to check and see if it's OK for me to see my own daughter. Not even you would stoop low enough to take her away from me, would you?"
"No, of course not. I just think it's time that we talk. We've been letting six years of misunderstandings build up. It's been getting the best of both of us. I really want us to be friends again. Can we please go somewhere and talk? Dawn said that she would stay and watch the little hell-monster." Buffy said nervously, clearing not liking the way that things were progressing.
Spike stared at Buffy, his eyes as empty and cold as he felt at that moment.
"Sure, why the hell not? I guess that at the very worst you'll make me feel worthless once again." Spike quipped, not wanting Buffy to see that he was actually relieved and happy to see her again. And that he was still madly in love with her.
Buffy and Spike walked the four blocks to the bar/restaurant in almost dead silence. They stayed at least and arms width apart, both staring out into the emptiness.
Rating: Mostly R, but there are a few chapters that are rated NC-17 for sexual situations and violence. Oh, and I swear like a sailor! I'm going to make this 18 plus fiction, but if for some reason you feel like it should be NC-17, just let me know and I'd be more than happy to change it.
Pairings: Buffy/Spike, Angel/Cordelia (don't start throwing stones yet), Xander/Anya, Dawn/Spike (it's complicated - just read), Riley/and a grave marker (j/k, like I would ever put Riley in one of my stories).
Plot: What's a plot? This picks up after season 6 of Buffy, but not necessarily season 3 of Angel. Spike comes back human with his bright happy soul and it's not all Buffy thought it would be. Angel and Xander don't act like putrid piles of crap toward Spike. It's hard to explain without giving anything away, just read. There is definite spuffyness, don't worry. There are a few rather violent scenes and explicit sexual situations, continue with caution.
Disclaimer: Joss and the geeks at ME own everything, except for Spike 'cause he's mine damnit. I lack the originality to write my own characters, so I stole theirs. They can sue me if they want, I mean if they want my husband, fine. 'Bout the only thing I own. A month ago that would have been funny, but now I'm actually a little worried that Fox might actually sue me.
Feedback: Yes, duh. I'm a feedback whore. You can tell me how much this sucks at spikeschippedhead@msn.com or spikeschippedhead@yahoo.com
Distribution: I have no clue why you would want to publish this garbage, but if you are that desperate for fiction, just email me.
A/N: Spike rocks in my stories, so if you don't like him or you have some deranged fantasy that Angel and Buffy are meant together, go read an Angel/Buffy fluff piece, while I go find a bucket.
Reunions - March 2009 Chapter One
Spike paced nervously back and forth in his apartment. He stared at the calendar, not believing that it had been almost six years since he had last seen Buffy. He and Dawn had become the best of friends, well as well as you can be in a long distance relationship. They wrote to one another, sent emails, talked on the phone constantly. The had had some rough times in their past, but the bond the two shared wasn't going to be broken easily. He knew what was up with Buffy, but it was all second hand information. Spike glanced out the window of his fifteenth floor apartment. It was a bright sunny day, he could vaguely make out the children playing on the beach. He sighed heavily to himself, that could be us, those could be our children. Children that they could have raised, together.
Spike stopped his pacing for a brief moment and stared at the mirror that hung above his mantel. He couldn't figure out why he still got so nervous from these visits. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that things were not going to work out this time. Spike still wasn't used to seeing his reflection in the mirror. He could see the lines starting to show around his eyes and his lips. He knew that physically he was only 34 years old now, but he could swear that he saw a few gray hairs starting to show behind his ears. He had stopped bleaching his hair years ago, it was now a light brown color, that he kept very short, very respectable, very boring. His clothes were slightly different than they were slightly different not as well. He traded his Docs and duster in for khakis, loafers, and sweaters. What did I do with that damn duster Spike thought all of the sudden. He didn't know why he was worrying about such a trivial thing, but it did calm him down for a few seconds. He then began his nervous pacing again.
Why did things have to turn out like this, he thought once more as he vacuumed the carpet, making sure all the little scraps were off the floor. He then put Spike Jr. in his bedroom. The small white pug was the closest thing to a friend he had these days he felt at times. At least the pug didn't tell him to stop whiny and acting like an Angel Jr. He gave his apartment a once over and began pacing once again. He always got nervous, he didn't know why. Guess he didn't want to let anyone down, even though he knew he already had, in so many ways. The door bell finally rang and he jumped to answer the door.
"Daddy!" a small girl cried wrapping her arms around Spike's leg, too impatient to wait for him to bend over and pick her up.
Spike bent down to pick the girl up. She had curly blonde hair, golden brown skin, and eyes as deep and as blue as her father's. He sat the child down and just stared at the woman standing next to the little girl.
"Buffy.I mean.Anne. What are you doing here?" Spike asked.
Dawn had always brought Julia to him in LA. Buffy had never once came here since he left, for the second time. Dawn would bring Julia up, and would often stay the weekend. He looked over and was relieved to see Dawn standing there. She was such a beauty in her own right he thought to himself. A man would have to be daft and blind not to want her he thought, knowing he had the first part of that thought down to a fine art when it came to the younger woman.
"Hey, Will" Dawn finally said giving him a hug to avert some of the awkwardness of the situation. Spike and Buffy just continued to stare at one another, taking in all the changes that had occurred with the other. Spike couldn't help but see the sadness that was now the woman he loved. She had to have been almost twenty-eight by now. Her long golden hair was pulled back in a bun. She was wearing black slacks and a plum sweater, very grown up, very respectable, very boring. She also appeared to be very tired.
"Come in, you ladies want something to drink?" Spike asked cautiously, not sure if Buffy was actually going to stay or not.
They both politely requested a bottle of water. The three then sat uncomfortably in his comfortably furnished living room while Julia was in his room watching cartoons.
"You're place is very nice Spi.uh.William." Buffy said, not sure of where to go from there.
He just looked at her. He couldn't figure out why she was there, but he had a pretty good feeling that nothing good was going to come out of it.
"Thanks luv. Don't take this the wrong way or anything. It's good to see you, but why are you here? I have a hard time believing it's because you wanted to see my apartment. We're not exactly best friends anymore slayer." Spike responded, wanting to cut to the chase about why Buffy was actually there.
"Dawn said that I should come up here. She said that we really needed to talk. She told me how it is for you William. Unless Julia is here, you spend all of your time at the library, doing reports for the Watcher's Council, or at work at that damn museum. What happened to you? I'm worried about you. I just want to make sure for myself that it's OK to leave you here with alone with Julia."
"Yeah pet, I'm fine. Just fucking peachy. You would think that I would have a reason to be pissed though, wouldn't you? I mean I gave up eternity for you and it's still not good enough. I'm stuck in this human body, dying. I moved away for you, because it hurt you too much to look at me. I only see my daughter, what fifty, maybe sixty days out of the year. And a lot of the time, Jules just reminds me of how much I still love you. What more do you want, Anne? I'm doing the best I can. Hasn't been easy for me to keep friends. I can't tell anyone what I used to be. Most people find me odd, strange, queer - in the gay sense of the word. The only bloody thing that keeps me attached to this world in Julia. I love her, how dare you barge in here to check and see if it's OK for me to see my own daughter. Not even you would stoop low enough to take her away from me, would you?"
"No, of course not. I just think it's time that we talk. We've been letting six years of misunderstandings build up. It's been getting the best of both of us. I really want us to be friends again. Can we please go somewhere and talk? Dawn said that she would stay and watch the little hell-monster." Buffy said nervously, clearing not liking the way that things were progressing.
Spike stared at Buffy, his eyes as empty and cold as he felt at that moment.
"Sure, why the hell not? I guess that at the very worst you'll make me feel worthless once again." Spike quipped, not wanting Buffy to see that he was actually relieved and happy to see her again. And that he was still madly in love with her.
Buffy and Spike walked the four blocks to the bar/restaurant in almost dead silence. They stayed at least and arms width apart, both staring out into the emptiness.