Title: Lipstick, Plastic & Paint
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: Every Generation Has A Legend
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Spoilers: late season 5, around Intervention
Categories: Spike/Buffybot
Rating: PG
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know so I can come and preen.
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Bon Jovi, for the song Runaway that inspired this piece. Riticulan, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Sunnydale and all recognizable characters and events are the property of Joss Whedon. This story is being written for entertainment purposes only and no profit will be made.
Summary: 'She looks like her. She sounds like her - most of the time. But she doesn't feel like her.'
She looks like her.
She sounds like her - most of the time.
But she doesn't feel like her. She's cold and hard the same as he, not warm and soft and supple like her.
She says that she loves him and he wants to believe. Wants her to love him the way he loves... The way he loves her.
It's not real, the way she feels about him. Not completely, not really, not truly. It doesn't come from the heart. How can it? She doesn't have a heart; not a real live beating one anyway. Neither does he, of course, but that's not the point.
The point is that her love for him is false. It's as manufactured and programmed as she is. He knows this and he wants to care. But he can't quite bring himself to.
He loves her. The real her, that is. But she doesn't love him. So this... this fraud, this representation of her is all he has and he will have to make do with her. With it.
For now.
~El fin~
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: Every Generation Has A Legend
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Spoilers: late season 5, around Intervention
Categories: Spike/Buffybot
Rating: PG
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know so I can come and preen.
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Bon Jovi, for the song Runaway that inspired this piece. Riticulan, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Sunnydale and all recognizable characters and events are the property of Joss Whedon. This story is being written for entertainment purposes only and no profit will be made.
Summary: 'She looks like her. She sounds like her - most of the time. But she doesn't feel like her.'
She looks like her.
She sounds like her - most of the time.
But she doesn't feel like her. She's cold and hard the same as he, not warm and soft and supple like her.
She says that she loves him and he wants to believe. Wants her to love him the way he loves... The way he loves her.
It's not real, the way she feels about him. Not completely, not really, not truly. It doesn't come from the heart. How can it? She doesn't have a heart; not a real live beating one anyway. Neither does he, of course, but that's not the point.
The point is that her love for him is false. It's as manufactured and programmed as she is. He knows this and he wants to care. But he can't quite bring himself to.
He loves her. The real her, that is. But she doesn't love him. So this... this fraud, this representation of her is all he has and he will have to make do with her. With it.
For now.
~El fin~