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Summary: AU after end of season 2. Spike and Buffy run away together. What happens? How are things on the Hellmouth? Set over long period of time. S/B of course!
*****
Prologue
Time seemed to slow down for both of them, every detail was seen with crystal clarity.
Buffy saw the sword enter Angel's gut, saw the look of pain on his face, saw the portal swallow him as it closed.
Spike saw Angel's demise, he saw Drucilla leap towards the slayer, he saw himself throw her to the side right into a patch of sunlight, he saw her burn.
Buffy sank down onto the mansion's stone floor, unable to stand any longer. She heard Spike walk up to her and looked into his eyes. They shared a look as she sat down beside her, letting his tears fall just as her own were doing.
The look said everything as they sat in the room that had seen the deaths of both their loves.
They had seen too much.
*****
Chapter 1
Eventually Buffy stopped crying. Spike hadn't made a noise in what seemed like hours, just sat next to her, as motionless as if he were made of stone. She glanced down at her watch, two hours? That didn't feel right. It felt like she had been sat there for days. Needing to break the silence she tuned to her companion.
"So are we going to fight now?"
Spike looked over at her, his face for once not sporting his customary smirk.
"Funny thing luv, seems the fight's gone right out of me."
Buffy gave a humourless laugh.
"Yeah, me too. So, what are we going to do?"
"Nothin in Sunnyhell for me now, thought I'd stick with the plan and head on out of town. Brazil's nice this time of year. Figured you'd be off back to your mum and your little friends."
"My mom kicked me out the house, told me if I was not going to stop being the slayer then don't bother coming back and my friends decided to perform the restoration spell on Angel, but they forgot to tell me so instead of just stalling him I had to send him to Hell. Oh, but they did do it in time for me to see it was Angel and not Angelus that I was damning for eternity. So really, there's not much here for me either. I'll probably get out of town too."
Spike thought about what she had said, what she had gone through in the last day. No wonder slayers burned out so fast.
"Seems we're both leaving the Hellmouth behind, about bloody time too. Look I had planned leaving with Dru, but she's a bit too dead now. Fancy extending that truce for a while longer? Could go and see the world."
"You want us to travel together?" Spike shrugged.
"You're leaving anyway, better than being alone. Plus what are you gonna end up doing? Serving food in LA most likely. There's an improvement." His voice dripped sarcasm.
Buffy thought about what Spike was offering, he was right about the job. She was seventeen and had no experience anywhere, who would employ her? At least she would have some company.
"OK Spike, I'll go with you."
*****
An hour later, after a few stops to pick up some food for Buffy and some blood for Spike, plus a stop off at Buffy's house to get her clothes and to leave a note for her mom, the black DeSoto splintered the sign stating that they were leaving Sunnydale.
Both occupants were glad to be doing so.
TBC
AN: The start of my 3rd fic! I know that I haven't finished 'Wounded' yet but I have finished it draft form. All I need to do with that is type it up so my brain is free to come up with the plot to this!
Let me know what you think, reviews are vital!
Summary: AU after end of season 2. Spike and Buffy run away together. What happens? How are things on the Hellmouth? Set over long period of time. S/B of course!
*****
Prologue
Time seemed to slow down for both of them, every detail was seen with crystal clarity.
Buffy saw the sword enter Angel's gut, saw the look of pain on his face, saw the portal swallow him as it closed.
Spike saw Angel's demise, he saw Drucilla leap towards the slayer, he saw himself throw her to the side right into a patch of sunlight, he saw her burn.
Buffy sank down onto the mansion's stone floor, unable to stand any longer. She heard Spike walk up to her and looked into his eyes. They shared a look as she sat down beside her, letting his tears fall just as her own were doing.
The look said everything as they sat in the room that had seen the deaths of both their loves.
They had seen too much.
*****
Chapter 1
Eventually Buffy stopped crying. Spike hadn't made a noise in what seemed like hours, just sat next to her, as motionless as if he were made of stone. She glanced down at her watch, two hours? That didn't feel right. It felt like she had been sat there for days. Needing to break the silence she tuned to her companion.
"So are we going to fight now?"
Spike looked over at her, his face for once not sporting his customary smirk.
"Funny thing luv, seems the fight's gone right out of me."
Buffy gave a humourless laugh.
"Yeah, me too. So, what are we going to do?"
"Nothin in Sunnyhell for me now, thought I'd stick with the plan and head on out of town. Brazil's nice this time of year. Figured you'd be off back to your mum and your little friends."
"My mom kicked me out the house, told me if I was not going to stop being the slayer then don't bother coming back and my friends decided to perform the restoration spell on Angel, but they forgot to tell me so instead of just stalling him I had to send him to Hell. Oh, but they did do it in time for me to see it was Angel and not Angelus that I was damning for eternity. So really, there's not much here for me either. I'll probably get out of town too."
Spike thought about what she had said, what she had gone through in the last day. No wonder slayers burned out so fast.
"Seems we're both leaving the Hellmouth behind, about bloody time too. Look I had planned leaving with Dru, but she's a bit too dead now. Fancy extending that truce for a while longer? Could go and see the world."
"You want us to travel together?" Spike shrugged.
"You're leaving anyway, better than being alone. Plus what are you gonna end up doing? Serving food in LA most likely. There's an improvement." His voice dripped sarcasm.
Buffy thought about what Spike was offering, he was right about the job. She was seventeen and had no experience anywhere, who would employ her? At least she would have some company.
"OK Spike, I'll go with you."
*****
An hour later, after a few stops to pick up some food for Buffy and some blood for Spike, plus a stop off at Buffy's house to get her clothes and to leave a note for her mom, the black DeSoto splintered the sign stating that they were leaving Sunnydale.
Both occupants were glad to be doing so.
TBC
AN: The start of my 3rd fic! I know that I haven't finished 'Wounded' yet but I have finished it draft form. All I need to do with that is type it up so my brain is free to come up with the plot to this!
Let me know what you think, reviews are vital!