I don't own any of this, but I love it, and I hope you do too!
It was just another day when it happened, I was just sitting at a picnic table at the park with my sketch book and I was drawing a panel in my stupid fan fiction. Oh right I always forget, my name is Leah and all that, I'm nothing special just some semi chubby brunette, not tall thin or blond, I have green eyes not blue, but bonus I have huge boobs so I guess I have that going for me. Any way I'm an artist, not one of those depressed goth ones just a normal antisocial artist, and I was drawing at the park, wishing my comics could be real, when I heard this huge thundering sound and everything flashed when my vision cleared he was there.
Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer is standing in front of me black leather trench coat and all. He yelped throwing his coat over his head and heading for shade as he started to sizzle, I scrambled up snatching my sketch book so I could follow him.
"Bloody Fucking Hell! How the bloody hell did I get here?" He cursed as he reached the shade of a back ally by the little park.
"That, is a really good question, I was just drawing you and then there was a flash and now you're here." I said breathing hard, you never really got to see it in the show but he was crazy fast when he ran.
"Right, and who the sodding hell are you?" He asked looking at me in total shock, I opened my mouth to explain but I honestly couldn't come up with any good explanation.
"Um I'm Leah." I told him weakly, I don't know what I'd expected when I followed him but this was definitely not going as planed.
"Well good on you, now send me back!" Spike exclaimed, I just stood there wide eyed with my mouth open looking all panicked and pathetic.
"I don't know how, I don't even know how you got here, you're not even supposed to be real." I stammered, he cocked his head at me looking properly confused.
"Run that by me one more time pet." He said in a flat voice that I recognized as Spikes trade mark defense mechanism facade. I'd just told him his whole world was fake that was like fantasy 101 shit, don't tell the imaginary character that is now real some how that he's fake what a twat.
"I don't know how to send you back." I told him hoping that was what he wanted me to repeat, he shook his head. No such luck I guess.
"That's not what I meant and you bloody well know it. You said I'm not supposed to exist, why?" He asked staring right at me with those intense blue eyes, and that's when I saw it the little purple line in his left eye from where I'd used the wrong colored pencil. He wasn't Spike from Joss Whedons Buffy the Vampire Slayer, he was the Spike from my fan fiction, the one who'd gotten his soul back instead of Angle only without the happiness clause at the end of season two the first time Willow tried the spell and thought she'd failed, she'd just been drawing him getting out of his car after hitting the Sunnydale sign. He'd just come back to see if he could get his soul removed and Buffy had just come back from L.A.
"Um, I." I stuttered still too caught up in the realization to answer the question, he rolled his eyes grabbing my shoulders, and leaning down to look me in the eyes.
"Look, luv, I'm sure you got your knickers in a right twist over this but I need you to tell me what you know, I have things I need to do, someplace that's not here, so just get on with it." He said, his accent wasn't quite right and he said some things the Spike from the show wouldn't but he was so close to identical it was baffling.
"Well, um I was drawing you in a story and it was a fan fiction from a show, as far as I know vampires don't even exist in this world I'm sorry Spike. I mean this could just be a different dimension or something I mean obviously something super natural happened." I told him holding the sketch book open for him to the page I'd been on tossing the colored pencils still stuck between the pages on the ground.
He took it from me, and I bent down scooping up the colored pencils on the ground and sticking them in the bag that still hung from my shoulder with the rest of my art supplies. Spike was still staring a the page when I was done, I looked over at it. It was still the same nearly finished picture except for the crisp white negative space where Spike had been standing in the opened door of his Desoto.
"This is where I just was, you made this, you made me? That's bullocks, I'm not a bloody figment!" He said tossing my sketch book at the ground with a snarl.
"Obviously, that doesn't give you an excuse to toss my life's work about like so much rubbish, you dick." I said snatching up my sketch book and clutching it to my chest, it was thick and worn out but it had some of my favorite things in the world in it.
"Okay, ya I'm sorry, just a little overwhelmed, you plucked me out of my life and told me I was a figment. Not really calming news that." Spike said, and I knew I didn't have the right to be mad I mean Spike was still learning how to deal with having a soul, and now he'd been totally displaced, and it was all my fault somehow.
"I know, and you being new to the whole soul having thing can't help, I didn't mean to flip, this is just really important to me." I told him he cocked an eye brow at me more then a little shocked.
"What else do you know about me?" He asked running his hand through his hair loosing one of his platinum curls and then stuffed his hands in his pockets elbows locked straight in his classic gesture of insecurity. It was so odd to know so much about someone I was talking to, I was more then a little clueless when it came to real people.
"I, I know a lot, do you want a list or..." I broke off not sure where I was going with that thought, he snickered shaking his head and wrapping his arms around his chest.
"Right, list away." He said expectantly, I bit my lip Buffy had been my favorite show, I knew way more then would possibly be okay for me to know, if I told him everything he was going to spaz, but I didn't want to lie.
"I know everything that happened between you and Buffy, and I know about Drucila, and Angelous, and I know about your mom, and I know how you got your soul back, and about the two slayers you killed, and how you got the name Spike, and that Dracula owes you 11 quid, however much that is, for burning you copy of the bram stoke book Drcula made you buy." I tried to be vague but there was just so much that I knew, he was looking paler then usual.
"You know about my mum?" He asked, I looked away a little ashamed I knew he hadn't told anyone about what he'd done to Anne.
"Ya I'm sorry, she loved you though, what that monster said and did' it wasn't your mom." I told him, he looked at me stunned for a second before his emotionless mask came back.
"Let's not have a heart to heart just yet luv, I don't even know you. Now if you don't mind this rapidly diminishing shade won't be here long so unless you want to have this chat with a pile of ash I suggest we move else where." He said calmly, I nodded.
"Right sorry, I'll run and get my van." I told him rushing off, suddenly glad I had that stupid stalker van so I could fit my art in the back. The bulky blue beater was right where I'd left it by the broken parking meter that always said there was fifteen minutes left.
I got in doing my best to hurry, I didn't really want him going up in flames while I worried about speeding, my car wasn't exactly close to the ally he was hiding in. I stopped as close to the ally way as I could climbing over my seat and opening the side door.
Spike dashed from the shadow into the van with his coat over his head, I had to jump out of the way as he threw himself into my van. I slammed the door shut behind him keeping the sun out, he pressed himself against the back door of the van to get out of the sun from the front window.
"Bloody good thing you don't drive a convertible, pet." Spike commented rubbing his smoking hands gingerly.
"I don't have the funds to pay for gas most of the time much less a sports car. My place isn't far you can crash there, while we try and figure this out." I told him He smirked shaking his head and straightening out his jacket.
"Well, you do seem to have a knack for making things real, why don't you just draw your self some quid?" He asked as I moved back to the drivers seat and started towards my place.
"I'm not sure it works that way." I said pulling into the other lane, my place wasn't far and it had a parking garage connected to it so it would be easy to get him inside.
"So this is your place?" He asked when he got out of the back of my van, I looked around at the very underwhelming little parking garage that was for at least three other apartment complex's.
"Ya it's not the nicest place but it's cheap, and I don't get a lot of commissions lately so I make due. Don't judge until we're inside at the very least." I told him leading him to a large old elevator that had one of those folding metal grates for a door. My place was a rent controlled loft apartment, I had most of the living area strewn with art supplies and art in varying stages of completion.
"These are brilliant, luv." Spike said picking up one of my canvases, it was one of my only self portraits only in the picture I'm a witch holding a spell book with magic swirling around me.
"It's not that good, I'm way too yellow." I criticized he laughed looking back over his shoulder at me.
"It looks beautiful, you're quite the artist, which makes sense with the Drawing me to life thing." He told me setting it down and perusing my apartment like he owned the place, with his arms wrapped around his chest.
"Thanks, I ah, I don't have a spare room or anything, or even a couch for that matter, but, I have a sleeping bag, I mean if I can't get you back before you know you need sleep." I explained, he shook his head not looking terribly optimistic about it.
"I've slept worse places as I'm sure you know, if I get knackered I'll be just fine on the floor." He said going back to the scattered art, he seemed momentarily distracted from his plight by the piles of my art work.
"I do commissions if you like anything, I know you're more of a poetry kind of guy, but I'd like to think of my art as still frame poetry." I said, he snickered running her tongue along the back of his teeth.
"It's a little unsettling when you talk like you've know me since I was a simpering human." Spike admitted flipping through my canvases, I blushed I knew this had to be really strange for a complete stranger to know him so well.
"If it helps, I'll answer any questions you have." I told him, he started wandering towards my kitchen.
"If we're going to play twenty bloody questions I'm going to need a drink." He told me opening my fridge.
"I have a bottle of Jack in the freezer that my ex left here, and a bottle of vodka from new years, I think that's it though, I'm not much for drinking." I told him reaching around him and opening the freezer. He went for the Jack as expected so I took the other bottle and searched my cupboard for my shot glasses, I'd gotten them as a gift last St. Patties day so they had poorly done four leaf clovers painted on them and they said kiss me around the bottoms. Spike took one laughing at the cheesy design on the glasses.
"Very classy." Spike mused pouring the jack into his glass and gulping it down before I'd even finished pouring mine. I went back to the fridge and snagged a coke for a chaser before I sat down next to him on the stool that sat by the island that separated the kitchen from the living space.
"So you're single then." Spike said more then asked gulping down his next glass, I slammed my glass and cracked open my soda to chase it.
"Ya for a while now I was with this last guy for a long time but he left me, for my sister." I said not able to look at him when I said it it was so humiliating.
"Tough break, luv, my girl left me for my sire so I can relate." Spike told me taking another shot, I smiled weakly.
"Ya, but Dru was crazy, and the only way she could cope with the pain Angelous had caused her was to make herself like it. You aren't like him you wanted to protect her and she needed you to hurt her." I tried to reassure him, he chuckled running his hand through his hair and swigging right from the bottle.
"Well, pegged that one right on the nose, luv." He laughed in self loathing, I looked over at him waiting for him to meet my eye.
"You're a good person Spike with or without your soul, that's something to be proud of, not ashamed of." I told him, he laughed out rightly this time.
"Without a soul I did thing you couldn't even imagine." Spike spat the words like they disgusted him even more then he let on.
"You were what Angelous made you, when you turned the first thing you thought of was saving you mom, most vampires just want to rip them to shreds, I've seen what you could be when you're out of the influence of evil." I told him, he looked at me in disbelief, but the honesty in my eyes was undeniable.
"You honestly believe that don't you pet, hu, never had anyone believe in me before?" Spike mused downing a good portion of the bottle of jack. We did a few shots in silence while he thought about it.
"Okay, ya, twenty questions, what's this story that I come from?" He asked reluctant to here the answers I had.
"It's about Buffy actually, um you come in, in the second season, but you're such an interesting character that they kept you for seven other seasons. A lot of things are different in your world then in the show you originally came from. I was drawing an alternate version, one with a better ending." I told him he looked pleased about that at least, I never had liked seeing him look sad.
"Right well that's good news at least I'm not some flunky that gets offed in the next episode, wouldn't that be just bloody marvelous." Spike said he was starting to look like the jack might be affecting him, he was more then half way through what was once a very large full bottle.
"So do I ever get this soul out, or Dru back?" He asked sipping at his overflowing glass now looking a little desperate to know if his life ever sorted it's self out.
"No, but your life does get better, you actually end up with Buffy and save the world a few times, but you also never had a shocking trip out of your dimension to talk about your future with some girl you just met." I told him honestly, Spike was always an honest man so I figured it would be best to tell him the truth when I could.
"I end up with Buffy that's bloody bollocks, that prissy bint would drive me up the wall." He insisted, I couldn't help but laugh, she really did drive him crazy most of the time.
"Well it's just one possible out come, but you shouldn't rule her out just yet, she's more then she seems." I told him, I didn't want to affect his relationship with Buffy, they were meant for each other after all.
"Good to know I still have a choice, luv." He said taking a swallow form the bottle, I was only on my third shot.
"You're falling behind there luv, let's make it more fun every time one of us says the word yes, or any derivative we drink then I won't feel like such a lush." Spike told me, I smiled letting him pour me another drink.
"Ya, okay. Any more questions?" I said downing my shot since I'd just said ya, he did the same, it was nice to have someone to do these kind of things with again.
"Yes actually, how do you plan to get me back?" He asked pouring and then taking his shot, while I did mine. He poured me another shot while I thought about it, I had no idea if I could even draw something into existence again much less how to reverse it.
"Well I guess I could try drawing you a portal home. I don't even know how I got you here much less how to undo it." I told him he nodded which I took as a good sign, maybe it wasn't as crazy a plan as I thought.
"Sounds good, I figure we can give it a go tomorrow. Not really fond of magic, not sure if that's what you're doing but best if you're well rested when you try, ya?" He asked rhetorically, I nodded he was probably right, we both drank our shot.
"Here I thought you'd have all the sorted questions flying around, ya know who was your first lover and what's your favorite position. All with the leering and the cocking of eyebrows and all that." I said starting to feel a bit tipsy, he laughed shaking his head.
"Any other day luv, and those probably would have been at the top of the list, I'm just a little off my game what with the dimensional travel and all." Spike said with a smirk. "Well since you brought it up, tell me all the sorted details of your first shag, I'm sure you know about Dru and I?" I blushed I really shouldn't have given him ideas.
"It was with this stupid guy I met at this party my friend had thrown for me, I got drunk and ended up back at his place, I didn't sleep with him that night, I didn't want to seem like a whore, but he was sweet and he actually wanted to be with me so one thing lead to another. It was in my bed nothing special or shocking and he was really not good. He kept babbling about how he couldn't get off if I didn't except that he did every time and I didn't in fact my first time to actually enjoy sex was over a year later with my last guy, and even then it was only two or three times the whole time we were together. Wow I'm rambling, and totally inappropriately too." I blushed nudging him playfully I was a little drunk now and my filter wasn't working very well.
"Sounds like you need to pick better lovers, I'd be happy to help you with that if you fancy me to." He said, brushing the hair from my eyes, I leaned into his touch, it'd been way too long and he was smoking hot.
"Ya, and what makes you think you'd do any better?" I asked teasingly taking another shot, he leaned in only inches from my face, I could smell the alcohol on his breath, filled with spice cool against my flushed skin.
"Luv, I could make you feel things you can't even dream of." He whispered leering and running his tongue along his teeth. I leaned in kissing him, his lips were so soft sending a shiver down to my core, his masterful lips delivered on his promise. No one had ever made me feel like this with just a kiss. He tasted like smoke and jack, with a hint of spice that I'd never tasted before. His tongue was like velvet moving against my clumsy lips like a practiced master.
I backed away breathing hard, I couldn't do this, this was Spike, Buffy's Spike not to mention he wasn't even real a few hours ago. I stood up trying to put a little more space between me and him, I didn't want to screw anything up if I could figure out a way to get him back to where he came from.
"I'm really drunk and I ah, I think I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed." I said rushing off, I looked at the clock in the bathroom, it was only six o-clock, it wasn't even dark outside yet. I ran cold water splashing it on my face, I'd never been so hot for anyone before.
"Luv, are you alright, I'm a little buzzed I didn't mean to upset you." Spike called through the door. "Though I do believe you kissed me." Spike added, I could here him leaning against the door calmly.
"I just shouldn't have done that you don't belong in my world, and I just met you, and you're in love with someone else." I called back to him, I could practically hear him roll his eyes.
"Right, ya I have the whole future thing, I know I just met you, but I know for a fact that I'm not in love with any one as of late." Spike said in frustration through the door, I could hear him thump his forehead against the door.
"But you're meant for her, the way you two dance, fists and fangs, golden hair and leather boots. You say it your self later, she's poetry in motion, and you're her perfect match. I can't do this knowing what happens if I can get you back there." I said slumping against the wall, good God my love life was tragic, I felt like such a slut too, I might know him better then I knew my own sister, now there's a slut, but he'd only just met me.
"Right, I'll just be in the kitchen, polishing off your jack." Spike said walking away, I sighed locking the door and starting to peal off my clothes. I took my time getting undressed setting my clothes in a pile by the door.
"What do you think you're doing Leah, he's so out of your league, not to mention as soon as he realizes he can have Buffy the perky, energetic, sexy slayer he won't even think twice about leaving you." I said to myself slapping my hand over my mouth, he was a vampire he could probably hear me ranting in here like an idiot.
I climbed into the shower letting the warm water run down my skin soothing the stress of my rather bizarre day. I lathered with the cherry blossom body wash as slowly as I could manage getting every inch before I rinsed off. I shampooed and conditioned my hair twice, and then when I had completely run out of things to do I got out and toweled off.
I brushed and dried my hair slowly, moisturizing with my new body cream and throwing on my old fuzzy robe. I picked up my clothes and folding them before I went to my room, there was no door to my bedroom just a shower curtain but I closed it anyway.
"Hey, luv, are we alright?" Spike asked sounding a little more sloshed then when I'd gone into the bathroom. I slipped into my pajamas and pulled the curtain open so I could talk to him.
"Ya we're okay, I'm sorry I spazed out on you. I just don't drink very often, it makes me do some stupid stuff." I told him, he'd taken his leather jacket, boots and socks off and was standing right in front of me in his tight black tee and jeans. He looked almost boyish, his hair was coming out of it's slicked back style, and his bare feet were pale against his dark jeans.
"Well, I'll have to remember that for next time, and let you have the hard stuff, eh, luv." He joked, I smiled sheepishly. "Just stop trying not to be you around me just because it might play mary hob with my time line. I came here for a reason, and even if you sent me back right now things would be different." Spike told me him having a soul so early in his time line seems to have changed him more then I'd planed to write into the fan fiction.
"I'll try, I don't, I'm not used to all this supernatural stuff." I explained rubbing my arm, he leered at me in my shorts and tank top.
"I'm not used to having someone who knows me the way you do and doesn't want to stake me, or leave me for a bloody chaos demon." Spike admitted cocking his eye brow at me, I had a feeling if I kissed him again that this might end with me moaning his name, but I couldn't, I didn't want to mess up his world.
"Well, I always admired you, after everything you went through with Cecily, Dru, and your mom, you still love with all your heart, and soul. I've never been through even half of what you have and I can't even bring myself to trust the people who say they love me." I told him biting my lip, he smiled.
"Well, luv, I guess you should get your winks, I don't want to impose any longer then I have to I've got a bloody marvelous future to get back to." Spike said brushing his finger across my cheek.
"Right I'll get you the sleeping bag." I took it out of the closet in my bed room, he followed me into my room. I handed it to him and he set it up on the floor by my bed.
"Is this alright or do you want me to sleep out there?" Spike asked, I shook my head crawling under my soft, fluffy, comforter.
"No you're good." I told him feeling oddly comforted by his presence, usually I couldn't get any sleep when people slept over much less a vampire. I slept soundly and woke up to the sound of the shower running. For a second I was confused but then I remembered about spike and everything that had happened yesterday afternoon.
"Do you want something to eat, I don't have any blood but I have left over hot wings." I asked as I walked out into the hall rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I heard the shower turning off while I headed for the kitchen trying to smooth my hair back.
"Hot wings sound brilliant, I'll be out in a tick." He answered, I pulled the hot wings out of the fridge in it's Styrofoam box, they were packed in with a delicious burger that I planed to have for my breakfast of champions. I threw the hot wings and just the burger patty in the microwave and poured myself a glass of milk surprisingly my head didn't hurt at all from last night. Someone knocked at the door making me jump.