Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but..woe is me.
Spoilers: Up until the end of season six.
A/N: I've read a ton of post Grave stories lately, and so many have Buffy welcoming Spike back with open arms. While I love Spuffiness, and I do think that deep down she loves him -- I don't think it should be THAT easy. This is my take on what should happen.
A/N #2: I've also seen a lot of Spike losing his edge b/c he gained a soul. That is the last thing I want to see in the show, and you won't see it here (I hope!).
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Spike stared at the thick piece of oak before him, silently berating himself for being so stupid. He racked his brain, trying to remember the reasons his heart had used to convince his mind that returning to Sunnydale..to Buffy..was a good idea. In retrospect he cursed his illogical heart. Of course it wasn't a good idea! Of course this was the reaction he should have expected.
Of course she wouldn't answer the door to him.
He began to back away slowly, not yet prepared to turn away completely. He didn't want much, just a chance to explain himself. But then, before, all he'd wanted was a crumb, and when given that, plus hours of mind-blowing sex, he couldn't stop himself from wanting even more from her.
Part of him was glad that she didn't answer the door, for mixed reasons, while the other part was already retreating into itself in a state of depression. He hesitated one last moment before turning away for good.
It was that moment which she chose to finally answer the door.
Spike froze.
She was beautiful. Even more stunning than he'd remembered, although she never would have been caught dead out in public in her current sloppy state. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she wore flannel pyjamas that were a size too big, remnants of a smile from one of Dawn's goofy jokes still graced her face.
"Hello Buffy."
Her eyes widened and the smile fell from her face. The hand holding onto the door noticeably tightened so that her knuckles turned white.
"Who is it Buff?" he heard Dawn call from the living room.
Buffy blinked back to life. She swallowed audibly and then turned and fled up the stairs, leaving the door hanging wide open.
"Buffy?!" Dawn came into view, turned towards the stairs and her sister's retreating back. She spun quickly around to face him..to see what had startled her sister to such an extent.
"Oh my God."
Spike nodded to her and offered a tiny smile that never reached his eyes.
"Hey 'Bit."
"Spike." she hesitated and then slowly reached out a hand, as though she were going to touch his face to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but he backed up, dodging any contact. His eyes were flittering all over the place, refusing to meet her big, questioning misty ones.
"Spike?"
He took another step back and nearly stumbled down the stairs.
"I have to go."
With that he turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Spoilers: Up until the end of season six.
A/N: I've read a ton of post Grave stories lately, and so many have Buffy welcoming Spike back with open arms. While I love Spuffiness, and I do think that deep down she loves him -- I don't think it should be THAT easy. This is my take on what should happen.
A/N #2: I've also seen a lot of Spike losing his edge b/c he gained a soul. That is the last thing I want to see in the show, and you won't see it here (I hope!).
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Spike stared at the thick piece of oak before him, silently berating himself for being so stupid. He racked his brain, trying to remember the reasons his heart had used to convince his mind that returning to Sunnydale..to Buffy..was a good idea. In retrospect he cursed his illogical heart. Of course it wasn't a good idea! Of course this was the reaction he should have expected.
Of course she wouldn't answer the door to him.
He began to back away slowly, not yet prepared to turn away completely. He didn't want much, just a chance to explain himself. But then, before, all he'd wanted was a crumb, and when given that, plus hours of mind-blowing sex, he couldn't stop himself from wanting even more from her.
Part of him was glad that she didn't answer the door, for mixed reasons, while the other part was already retreating into itself in a state of depression. He hesitated one last moment before turning away for good.
It was that moment which she chose to finally answer the door.
Spike froze.
She was beautiful. Even more stunning than he'd remembered, although she never would have been caught dead out in public in her current sloppy state. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she wore flannel pyjamas that were a size too big, remnants of a smile from one of Dawn's goofy jokes still graced her face.
"Hello Buffy."
Her eyes widened and the smile fell from her face. The hand holding onto the door noticeably tightened so that her knuckles turned white.
"Who is it Buff?" he heard Dawn call from the living room.
Buffy blinked back to life. She swallowed audibly and then turned and fled up the stairs, leaving the door hanging wide open.
"Buffy?!" Dawn came into view, turned towards the stairs and her sister's retreating back. She spun quickly around to face him..to see what had startled her sister to such an extent.
"Oh my God."
Spike nodded to her and offered a tiny smile that never reached his eyes.
"Hey 'Bit."
"Spike." she hesitated and then slowly reached out a hand, as though she were going to touch his face to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but he backed up, dodging any contact. His eyes were flittering all over the place, refusing to meet her big, questioning misty ones.
"Spike?"
He took another step back and nearly stumbled down the stairs.
"I have to go."
With that he turned and disappeared into the darkness.