Well, you know all the jazz that comes before a fic. So just pretend I put
it there. Hm....lessee, lets set this after "As You Were" and before
"Normal Again"
The Other Life
The Graveyard
"Uff! Bloody hell!!"
"Son of a bitch! Ow!"
"Fucking wanker, wait till I--"
"Enough with the threats, Spike, throw me the sword!"
::stab::
"Gahhhh!"
"Huh. Well, will ya look at that. Big tough demon ain't so tough anymore, huh?"
"Nice work, Slayer. I have to say, I miss seeing you in action." Spike said.
"What do you want now? I told you it was over." Buffy snapped. She realized how mean that sounded, and not wanting to hurt him anymore, she sighed in defeat and rested against a tombstone. "I'm sorry, that came out totally wrong."
"S'okay, lu--Buffy, not your fault. I shouldn't uv even stopped to help. Just got in your way, s'all. Did you happen to see a grocery bag full of blood and smokes laying 'round here anywhere? I lost 'em in all the chaos." Even though she was tired as hell, she helped him look for his things one by one, which just happened to be scattered over most of the graveyard. They finally found all his things.
"um, thanks for the help, luv." He didn't even realize what he called her. She did, though, but she was too tired to call him on it. Or maybe it was because she had just gotten used to it.
"No biggie. I figured since you helped me, I'd help you...."
::awkward silence::
They both spoke at once.
"All right then--"
"Right, so--"
"I'm gonna head back to my crypt now, y'know. Yeah."
"You got a new crypt?"
"Well, yeah, sice Captin Carboard decided to bomb the place cuz I was....with you."
"That wasn't the reason why, Spike, you know that."
"pff, right. Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?" His temper was rising and he really did not want to take it out on Buffy. Hell, he just did not want to be here, period. He started walking of, with bad in hand.
"Spike."
"What?" He ground out without turning.
" --um, thanks for your help."
He stormed off, and to her better judgement, she did not follow him. She really wanted to see where his new place was, but that would either lead to another heated session of sex, or her getting thrown out. He was still angry, and it upset her that it was her who he was angry with.
He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tightly as he walked. He knew what she was going to say. She just didn't have the guts to say it. God, how he wished he could just show Buffy how it would be if he were a normal man. To see it. Then maybe she would accept the fact that his demon was not in control, but that the man was.
Out of the shadows moved a silent figure. She had always liked Spike. The others hadn't, but she had. She could always connect with him, joke with him, talk about things that the others could not comprehend. Her short lived life had come to an end by her single wish, but she felt that she owed something to "Captin Peroxide". Ahnyankah moved silently as she whispered two single words.
"Wish granted."
Chapter two coming soon! but please tell me what you think!
The Other Life
The Graveyard
"Uff! Bloody hell!!"
"Son of a bitch! Ow!"
"Fucking wanker, wait till I--"
"Enough with the threats, Spike, throw me the sword!"
::stab::
"Gahhhh!"
"Huh. Well, will ya look at that. Big tough demon ain't so tough anymore, huh?"
"Nice work, Slayer. I have to say, I miss seeing you in action." Spike said.
"What do you want now? I told you it was over." Buffy snapped. She realized how mean that sounded, and not wanting to hurt him anymore, she sighed in defeat and rested against a tombstone. "I'm sorry, that came out totally wrong."
"S'okay, lu--Buffy, not your fault. I shouldn't uv even stopped to help. Just got in your way, s'all. Did you happen to see a grocery bag full of blood and smokes laying 'round here anywhere? I lost 'em in all the chaos." Even though she was tired as hell, she helped him look for his things one by one, which just happened to be scattered over most of the graveyard. They finally found all his things.
"um, thanks for the help, luv." He didn't even realize what he called her. She did, though, but she was too tired to call him on it. Or maybe it was because she had just gotten used to it.
"No biggie. I figured since you helped me, I'd help you...."
::awkward silence::
They both spoke at once.
"All right then--"
"Right, so--"
"I'm gonna head back to my crypt now, y'know. Yeah."
"You got a new crypt?"
"Well, yeah, sice Captin Carboard decided to bomb the place cuz I was....with you."
"That wasn't the reason why, Spike, you know that."
"pff, right. Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?" His temper was rising and he really did not want to take it out on Buffy. Hell, he just did not want to be here, period. He started walking of, with bad in hand.
"Spike."
"What?" He ground out without turning.
" --um, thanks for your help."
He stormed off, and to her better judgement, she did not follow him. She really wanted to see where his new place was, but that would either lead to another heated session of sex, or her getting thrown out. He was still angry, and it upset her that it was her who he was angry with.
He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tightly as he walked. He knew what she was going to say. She just didn't have the guts to say it. God, how he wished he could just show Buffy how it would be if he were a normal man. To see it. Then maybe she would accept the fact that his demon was not in control, but that the man was.
Out of the shadows moved a silent figure. She had always liked Spike. The others hadn't, but she had. She could always connect with him, joke with him, talk about things that the others could not comprehend. Her short lived life had come to an end by her single wish, but she felt that she owed something to "Captin Peroxide". Ahnyankah moved silently as she whispered two single words.
"Wish granted."
Chapter two coming soon! but please tell me what you think!