Title: "Given the Chance" Part 1 The Proposal
Author:
Doctor Strangelove
Rating:
PG for some language.
Spoilers:
Everything up to and including "Spiral" is fair game.
Feedback:
I'd appreciate it.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Buffy, Spike, The Powers that Be, Dawn, Glory, etc.
Notes:
This is all from Spike's POV. And anything in bold italics (like this)
is an author's note. Italics indicate thoughts and the voices of The
Powers that Be when they're talking to someone and they're not talking
face-to-face.
She just sits
there. Staring into space. The witch, Willow, I guess I should call her, has
tried numerous spells. Xander keeps trying to wake her up. Anya is watching
after Giles and Tara. And me? Me, well, I do nothing.
God knows how much I want to go to her, but
I can't without the damn Scooby Gang thinking I'm trying to hit on her while
she's vulnerable. That's not what it is. I want to comfort her; put my arms
around her and tell her everything is okay. But I can't. I can't do anything.
Well, that's not exactly true. I throw my
cigarette to the ground and walk outside. I brush past Xander and Buffy. I walk
over the corpses of the knights and feel a bit depressed that no one is trying
to stop me, or at least ask where I'm going. I know why, though. They don't
care what I do. They don't care about me. Why should they?
I keep walking and finally I stop. Where do
I think I'm going? After Glory? That bitch'd kick my ass in three seconds flat.
So, what am I going to do?
We know.
I looked around, "Who said that?"
We did.
"Oh, you said that. Well, that clears
everything up then, doesn't it? Just who the bloody hell are you?"
Let us show you. There was a flash of
light and suddenly I was standing in a marble room with two gold-colored
people, one male and one female, in front of me. I was in awe, "The Powers that
Be." Yeah, I realize that they were killed last season on Angel, but
this is my fic.
"Yes, Spike. We have come to help you."
"Help me? What are you talking about?"
"You said you wish to help the Slayer. We
are going to grant that wish."
"You're gonna do what!?"
"We're going to give you a choice."
"What is it?"
"You can help the Slayer. She will win her
fight against Glory, and she will get her sister back. Then, she shall discover
her feelings for you and the two of you will be together."
"Okay, what's my second option? Do we win
the lottery?"
"No, your other choice is that you can let
her fight Glory alone. She will succeed, but her sister will be lost. She will
go into a state of agony and utter despair that will last for one year."
"That's just too easy! I pick-"
"You didn't let us finish. With the first
choice, she keeps her sister and you, but Giles, Tara, and Xander shall die.
She will not truly be happy and shall die an early death of carelessness after
you are accidentally slain by another Slayer. With your second option, after
that one-year is over she will become happy again. Angel will return, having
become human, and they will be together. She will keep all her friends, but she
shall hate you. However, she shall be happy."
"So, you're saying I have to choose between
my happiness and hers?"
"That is correct."
I just stood there, unsure of what to say.
"Have you made you choice?"
I looked up at them and sighed, "Yes."
Okay, you're
just going to have to wait for Part 2 The Decision to find out what Spike
chose. I suppose I could've made it all into one fic, but where's the fun in
waiting? You won't have to wait long, though; it'll probably be up tomorrow or
later tonight.
