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AUTHOUR'S NOTES: this can be a short fic or I can carry it on, I kinda have a storyline in mind. But it's all down to you guys. If you want me to carry on them please review and tell me so cuz my last fic was a bit of a flop but the one before was a major success so just let me know.
Ok here's the deal I thought the Spike/Buffy relationship in S6 was really bad and they should be happy so here is my version.
TIME LINE: Set before Once More, With Feeling. So that means no Buffy/Spike smoochies just yet. Spike had been away for a couple of days when our story starts...
GIRLY BUT CUTE!
Buffy wandered around the cemetery, she didn't know what to do with herself. All day she had just wandered around itching for something exciting to happen, still it hadn't. So she'd thought of Spike nothing was ever boring when he was around, even if that was only because he was annoying her that much.
She hadn't seen him in a couple of days so it didn't seem too outrageous that she should just slip in and see what he was up to. Her feet took her across the cemetery to Spike's crypt, only it wasn't just that is was his home and over past few weeks since she'd been back it was almost like a second home to her.
The crypt that should be dark and dingy was a place she could go and be safe, free from high expectations and she liked it, and even though she'd never admit it to him she even quite liked the company. Now she was facing the door.
For a split second she thought about knocking then laughed at the idea, she'd never bothered with knocking before and yes he'd become almost a friend but still knocking? She pushed the door open and looked round.
No Spike, she didn't even need to look down stairs she knew he wasn't there she would have been able to feel him if he was there, she should have left then but she didn't. A piece of paper folded and stood up on the television caught her eye, she walked closer to inspect the item.
The paper was labelled with her name she unfolded it and started to mumbled the words written in beautiful swirls typical of an English Victorian poet.
'Buffy,
Thought that you'd be by to see yours truly, I know how irresistible I am to you. Just so you don't worry I wanted to let you know that I had to go away for a couple of days. Sorry I missed you but I'll be back on Thursday if you want to come back.
Spike'
Immediately her mind raced with reasons why he would leave, was he gone for good? Had he gone to free himself of the chip? Was he getting Dru back? "What's he planning?" Buffy muttered as she threw herself into his black leather armchair.
She knew really though that he wasn't planning anything evil, he would do it, he would risk losing her friendship and being able to spend time with Dawn. Still Buffy never left the vampire's home, instead she flicked on the TV and stuffed a tape of Passions into the video player.
~*~
Three hours, an affair, a tragic accident and four deep dark and shocking secretes later Buffy was bored again. She didn't have the energy to go home, hell she wasn't even sure she had enough energy to climb out of the chair.
"Come on Spike you must have something interesting around here!" She sighed in frustration and boredom as a evil thought crept into her mind.
Spike had always been so protective over his things, at first Buffy had just thought it was in his vampire nature, he watched her like a hawk when she was there. And he would get very touchy if she dared to pick anything up. So now would be the ideal time to have a bit of a snoop about, Buffy jumped down the ladder.
Buffy began by pulling open the chest of draws in the corner of the bedroom, nothing interesting there only about ten black t-shirts. Buffy laughed to herself she always wondered if he had multiple sets of his favourite outfit! She pulled open the next draw never thinking about how wrong what she was doing was. Buffy gasped as she saw numerous items of brightly coloured clothing.
She started to pull the items out to get a better look, the first thing was a vivid yellow shirt, too loud she thought tossing it on to the bed. The next item was pair a stonewash blue jeans, nice she thought. Then came a bright blue shirt that would bring out his eyes she thought as she reached for the next piece of clothing. As she went to grab a green polo jumper she noticed that there was a thick leather book in the draw.
Eyeing it with suspicion she plucked it out of the draw and moved to the bed flipping the cover open. 'February 21st 1998.'
"God he writes a diary!" Buffy said half in shock half with intrigue. She wanted to read it but she knew that it really was wrong. If Spike had ever even thought about reading her journal then she would have staked him within a second, but she could let her curiosity rest. Maybe just a quick peep she though as she flipped towards the end of the book looking for a recent entry.
"Bingo!"
'Monday 2nd March 2002
I've got go away for a few day, to be honest I can't really be bothered but I have to met Johnston in New York to sign the papers to sell the house in Paris, I'm over a 100 years old and even I've heard of a fax!
I hope that Buffy will be alright without me, I know that it makes me out to be more important than I am but I know I'm helping her at the moment. Stupid as it sounds it makes me feel great, to know that I'm doing something good in her life that sometimes when she smiles that beautiful smile it's down to me. I've never really had that, the only time I made Dru smile was when I was evil but Buffy brings out the best in me.
She having a hard time still, she doesn't tell me a lot about but I can see that pain and fear in her eyes and I hate it. Those perfect sexy eyes tainted by sadness all because the witch felt like doing some hocus pocus! I shouldn't be mad at the them I know what how they felt, how they hurt without her around, I wanted her back even more than them but I would have never brought her back. She was done she was finally getting to rest.
Anyway here I am lying around when I should be getting ready to leave, it's nearly dark. I'm gonna have to leave Buffy a note, the last thing I want is for her to come looking for me and for her thinking that I've gone and left her like the rest of those bloodly poofs have.
Will'
Buffy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she was smiling. She was unsure what to make of it, it was honest and open and it was Spike. Or Will as he called himself, it touched her to think that in his journal and all he's wrote about was her and her pain.
A sudden pang of guilt came over him, he cared that much for her and she was spending then time while he was away selling a house she never knew he had prying though his stuff.
Buffy picked herself up off the bed put the journal and the cloths back in the draw and climbed up the ladder to head home. It was strange to think that Spike kept a diary, it was, well girly but cute. Next time she saw him she'd give him a hug, just for caring.
TBC?
If you want more you'll have to let me know what you think whether it be good or bed. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed it!!!
AUTHOUR'S NOTES: this can be a short fic or I can carry it on, I kinda have a storyline in mind. But it's all down to you guys. If you want me to carry on them please review and tell me so cuz my last fic was a bit of a flop but the one before was a major success so just let me know.
Ok here's the deal I thought the Spike/Buffy relationship in S6 was really bad and they should be happy so here is my version.
TIME LINE: Set before Once More, With Feeling. So that means no Buffy/Spike smoochies just yet. Spike had been away for a couple of days when our story starts...
GIRLY BUT CUTE!
Buffy wandered around the cemetery, she didn't know what to do with herself. All day she had just wandered around itching for something exciting to happen, still it hadn't. So she'd thought of Spike nothing was ever boring when he was around, even if that was only because he was annoying her that much.
She hadn't seen him in a couple of days so it didn't seem too outrageous that she should just slip in and see what he was up to. Her feet took her across the cemetery to Spike's crypt, only it wasn't just that is was his home and over past few weeks since she'd been back it was almost like a second home to her.
The crypt that should be dark and dingy was a place she could go and be safe, free from high expectations and she liked it, and even though she'd never admit it to him she even quite liked the company. Now she was facing the door.
For a split second she thought about knocking then laughed at the idea, she'd never bothered with knocking before and yes he'd become almost a friend but still knocking? She pushed the door open and looked round.
No Spike, she didn't even need to look down stairs she knew he wasn't there she would have been able to feel him if he was there, she should have left then but she didn't. A piece of paper folded and stood up on the television caught her eye, she walked closer to inspect the item.
The paper was labelled with her name she unfolded it and started to mumbled the words written in beautiful swirls typical of an English Victorian poet.
'Buffy,
Thought that you'd be by to see yours truly, I know how irresistible I am to you. Just so you don't worry I wanted to let you know that I had to go away for a couple of days. Sorry I missed you but I'll be back on Thursday if you want to come back.
Spike'
Immediately her mind raced with reasons why he would leave, was he gone for good? Had he gone to free himself of the chip? Was he getting Dru back? "What's he planning?" Buffy muttered as she threw herself into his black leather armchair.
She knew really though that he wasn't planning anything evil, he would do it, he would risk losing her friendship and being able to spend time with Dawn. Still Buffy never left the vampire's home, instead she flicked on the TV and stuffed a tape of Passions into the video player.
~*~
Three hours, an affair, a tragic accident and four deep dark and shocking secretes later Buffy was bored again. She didn't have the energy to go home, hell she wasn't even sure she had enough energy to climb out of the chair.
"Come on Spike you must have something interesting around here!" She sighed in frustration and boredom as a evil thought crept into her mind.
Spike had always been so protective over his things, at first Buffy had just thought it was in his vampire nature, he watched her like a hawk when she was there. And he would get very touchy if she dared to pick anything up. So now would be the ideal time to have a bit of a snoop about, Buffy jumped down the ladder.
Buffy began by pulling open the chest of draws in the corner of the bedroom, nothing interesting there only about ten black t-shirts. Buffy laughed to herself she always wondered if he had multiple sets of his favourite outfit! She pulled open the next draw never thinking about how wrong what she was doing was. Buffy gasped as she saw numerous items of brightly coloured clothing.
She started to pull the items out to get a better look, the first thing was a vivid yellow shirt, too loud she thought tossing it on to the bed. The next item was pair a stonewash blue jeans, nice she thought. Then came a bright blue shirt that would bring out his eyes she thought as she reached for the next piece of clothing. As she went to grab a green polo jumper she noticed that there was a thick leather book in the draw.
Eyeing it with suspicion she plucked it out of the draw and moved to the bed flipping the cover open. 'February 21st 1998.'
"God he writes a diary!" Buffy said half in shock half with intrigue. She wanted to read it but she knew that it really was wrong. If Spike had ever even thought about reading her journal then she would have staked him within a second, but she could let her curiosity rest. Maybe just a quick peep she though as she flipped towards the end of the book looking for a recent entry.
"Bingo!"
'Monday 2nd March 2002
I've got go away for a few day, to be honest I can't really be bothered but I have to met Johnston in New York to sign the papers to sell the house in Paris, I'm over a 100 years old and even I've heard of a fax!
I hope that Buffy will be alright without me, I know that it makes me out to be more important than I am but I know I'm helping her at the moment. Stupid as it sounds it makes me feel great, to know that I'm doing something good in her life that sometimes when she smiles that beautiful smile it's down to me. I've never really had that, the only time I made Dru smile was when I was evil but Buffy brings out the best in me.
She having a hard time still, she doesn't tell me a lot about but I can see that pain and fear in her eyes and I hate it. Those perfect sexy eyes tainted by sadness all because the witch felt like doing some hocus pocus! I shouldn't be mad at the them I know what how they felt, how they hurt without her around, I wanted her back even more than them but I would have never brought her back. She was done she was finally getting to rest.
Anyway here I am lying around when I should be getting ready to leave, it's nearly dark. I'm gonna have to leave Buffy a note, the last thing I want is for her to come looking for me and for her thinking that I've gone and left her like the rest of those bloodly poofs have.
Will'
Buffy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she was smiling. She was unsure what to make of it, it was honest and open and it was Spike. Or Will as he called himself, it touched her to think that in his journal and all he's wrote about was her and her pain.
A sudden pang of guilt came over him, he cared that much for her and she was spending then time while he was away selling a house she never knew he had prying though his stuff.
Buffy picked herself up off the bed put the journal and the cloths back in the draw and climbed up the ladder to head home. It was strange to think that Spike kept a diary, it was, well girly but cute. Next time she saw him she'd give him a hug, just for caring.
TBC?
If you want more you'll have to let me know what you think whether it be good or bed. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed it!!!