Title: Run Until the Universe
By PNS
Summary: Ansgty fluff about Buffy dealing with Spike and coming back from the dead. Alternate ending to Tabula Rasa kiss.
Spike slipped his hand behind Buffy's head, letting his hand rest in the soft curls of her golden hair, lit by the sporadic lights around the Bronze, that played over the room. Her hands roamed over his back, slipping on his dusty coat. Her tongue played with his, pushing hard against his own, desperate to extract some semblance of survivial, the thing that steeled him against the world and let him go on.
She pulled away from him, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head, her tears watering his outstretched hands as she headed to the stairs and outside. He followed, his boots echoing in his ears, the music not even loud enough to cover her sobs. Out into the night, where the cold air slapped him like her little fingers did, marking him for her own.
She kept running, past the stores that were closing, one by one, all the lights fading with them. Past the town to the woods, through the woods, to a place where parts of it still stood, pieces of metal piercing the midnight sky. She stopped, and touched it, the sharp edges riping holes in her hands, over freshly made scars.
"Buffy would you stop. What are you doing to yourself?"
"Leave me alone Spike."
"No. I can't." He reached her and yanked her hands away from the cold metal, and on instinct pulled them to his lips, and lapped the blood away. She drew her hand back and looked at him in horror.
"I'm kissing away your pain."
"Don't. It's gross." She said, with barely any emotion.
"You can't keep running Buffy."
"The universe hasn't stopped expanding. I can run until then."
"What will you do when it stops?"
"Become part of the stars." She held out her hand where a piece of glass caught in one of the cuts caught the moonlight, reflecting it back at him.
"How will you get there? It's so far." Spike felt tears come to his eyes, and he hated feeling vulnerable, and bent to the will of the angsty slayer.
"I have to go." she tried to slip past him, back to the safety of the dark trees, away from the wide explanse of stars that she could never reach. He caught her, her blood smearing over his hand. She paused and looked at their hands together, red and skin toned. "Don't you see, when I stop running the pain comes back? And when I stop they are farther away, and I once touched them." She turned away from him. "So beautiful. You have no idea." she looked up to the stars, a heartbroken smile on her face.
"I don't. How could I. But I want to take you to them. Won't you let me?"
"You don't know the way."
"Draw me a map." Spike pulled her close to him, biting his lip. He pressed her close against him, now both of their bloods mingling as she griped him tightly. She wanted his life in her. As she had with the Master, Angel, Dracula, even life after death, she craved the darkness inside him, because she could never get away from it.
"You can only see the stars at night, with me." He whispered into her ear.
"And I want to see them again." She said shakily. "This can never be good."
"But it can be love, written in the stars pet." He kissed her deeply. "All you need to do is look."
By PNS
Summary: Ansgty fluff about Buffy dealing with Spike and coming back from the dead. Alternate ending to Tabula Rasa kiss.
Spike slipped his hand behind Buffy's head, letting his hand rest in the soft curls of her golden hair, lit by the sporadic lights around the Bronze, that played over the room. Her hands roamed over his back, slipping on his dusty coat. Her tongue played with his, pushing hard against his own, desperate to extract some semblance of survivial, the thing that steeled him against the world and let him go on.
She pulled away from him, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head, her tears watering his outstretched hands as she headed to the stairs and outside. He followed, his boots echoing in his ears, the music not even loud enough to cover her sobs. Out into the night, where the cold air slapped him like her little fingers did, marking him for her own.
She kept running, past the stores that were closing, one by one, all the lights fading with them. Past the town to the woods, through the woods, to a place where parts of it still stood, pieces of metal piercing the midnight sky. She stopped, and touched it, the sharp edges riping holes in her hands, over freshly made scars.
"Buffy would you stop. What are you doing to yourself?"
"Leave me alone Spike."
"No. I can't." He reached her and yanked her hands away from the cold metal, and on instinct pulled them to his lips, and lapped the blood away. She drew her hand back and looked at him in horror.
"I'm kissing away your pain."
"Don't. It's gross." She said, with barely any emotion.
"You can't keep running Buffy."
"The universe hasn't stopped expanding. I can run until then."
"What will you do when it stops?"
"Become part of the stars." She held out her hand where a piece of glass caught in one of the cuts caught the moonlight, reflecting it back at him.
"How will you get there? It's so far." Spike felt tears come to his eyes, and he hated feeling vulnerable, and bent to the will of the angsty slayer.
"I have to go." she tried to slip past him, back to the safety of the dark trees, away from the wide explanse of stars that she could never reach. He caught her, her blood smearing over his hand. She paused and looked at their hands together, red and skin toned. "Don't you see, when I stop running the pain comes back? And when I stop they are farther away, and I once touched them." She turned away from him. "So beautiful. You have no idea." she looked up to the stars, a heartbroken smile on her face.
"I don't. How could I. But I want to take you to them. Won't you let me?"
"You don't know the way."
"Draw me a map." Spike pulled her close to him, biting his lip. He pressed her close against him, now both of their bloods mingling as she griped him tightly. She wanted his life in her. As she had with the Master, Angel, Dracula, even life after death, she craved the darkness inside him, because she could never get away from it.
"You can only see the stars at night, with me." He whispered into her ear.
"And I want to see them again." She said shakily. "This can never be good."
"But it can be love, written in the stars pet." He kissed her deeply. "All you need to do is look."