Title: The Morning After
Author: SpikesPet
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: PG
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Disclaimers: You know the drill…don't own it, not making any money off it.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Author's note: Thanks to my faithful betas: Mezzibelle & Wisconsin Square.
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Waking up the morning after an averted apocalypse was always difficult. It meant facing
things. What would have happened had she failed? What was next? How much time did
she have until then? Would the next one be her last?
This morning was harder than the others. She had to face that her best friend had been
the cause. It had also been her unwillingness or inability to see Willow slipping into her
addiction. That the bullet had been meant for her, not Tara, which had set this all off.
This time had been more personal than all of the others.
Buffy grumbled and rolled over, trying to avoid it. She closed her eyes and pictured
flowers, birds, oceans…anything but the heart of the matter. She knew that she would
eventually work her way through all of the issues, save one. There was one nagging
issue. One that would not let her rest—would not work itself out. She refused to think
about him.
'Too late,' she thought. She knew she should be happy. Hell, she should be having a
party. After all of the times she begged, pleaded, tried to force him, Spike had finally
left. Instead of happiness or relief, she felt empty and alone.
Buffy felt the anger simmering within her. Anger at him for what he'd done or tried to
do to her. And then leaving without so much as a goodbye. But mostly, anger at herself
for missing him.
She felt the bile rising in her throat as hot tears streaked her cheeks.
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Fin.
Author: SpikesPet
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: PG
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Disclaimers: You know the drill…don't own it, not making any money off it.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Author's note: Thanks to my faithful betas: Mezzibelle & Wisconsin Square.
**************************************
Waking up the morning after an averted apocalypse was always difficult. It meant facing
things. What would have happened had she failed? What was next? How much time did
she have until then? Would the next one be her last?
This morning was harder than the others. She had to face that her best friend had been
the cause. It had also been her unwillingness or inability to see Willow slipping into her
addiction. That the bullet had been meant for her, not Tara, which had set this all off.
This time had been more personal than all of the others.
Buffy grumbled and rolled over, trying to avoid it. She closed her eyes and pictured
flowers, birds, oceans…anything but the heart of the matter. She knew that she would
eventually work her way through all of the issues, save one. There was one nagging
issue. One that would not let her rest—would not work itself out. She refused to think
about him.
'Too late,' she thought. She knew she should be happy. Hell, she should be having a
party. After all of the times she begged, pleaded, tried to force him, Spike had finally
left. Instead of happiness or relief, she felt empty and alone.
Buffy felt the anger simmering within her. Anger at him for what he'd done or tried to
do to her. And then leaving without so much as a goodbye. But mostly, anger at herself
for missing him.
She felt the bile rising in her throat as hot tears streaked her cheeks.
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Fin.