Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Where's your fairy godmother when you need
her?
Rated: G
Timeline: Set directly after Fool for Love.
AN: Just something that came up and wouldn't leave, so I had to write it down. Tell me what you think, I love feedback!
Aim and Fire
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She sat on the porch with her head in her hands, trying her hardest not to cry. Why did this have to happen to her? Didn't she already have enough to deal with?
When Buffy heard the footstep, she glanced up, more of a reflex then any real desire to see who or what was approaching.
There stood Spike, standing solid and strong, blue eyes burning with fury. Her eyes drifted to the rifle he held, regarding it with only a mild interest.
And for a second there, she wished he would just kill her. She wished he would aim and fire, send a bullet tearing through her heart and end everything right now. She wouldn't be the slayer, her mom wouldn't be sick anymore; she wouldn't be anything but dead.
He would enjoy killing her, she thought, and knew it was true. At least then, someone would be happy-no one else was.
But he didn't shoot her.
Spike lowered the rifle, cocking his head slightly as he studied the blond woman, must of the anger drifting out of his eyes.
And then he did the very last thing either of them expected: he sat down next to her.
For a long time they sat, not saying anything, until Buffy broke the almost complete silence, a sob convulsing through her as she gripped the edge of the porch to hold herself steady.
As the first tear rolled down her cheek she felt Spike's hand on her own. He squeezed it tightly, trying to reassure her.
"S'all right, luv." He said softly. "Don' you worry, everythin' will be alright."
For the first time that night, she turned to look at him.
And as the tears slid down her face, she gripped his hand tighter, and smiled.
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The End
AN: Review!
Rated: G
Timeline: Set directly after Fool for Love.
AN: Just something that came up and wouldn't leave, so I had to write it down. Tell me what you think, I love feedback!
Aim and Fire
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She sat on the porch with her head in her hands, trying her hardest not to cry. Why did this have to happen to her? Didn't she already have enough to deal with?
When Buffy heard the footstep, she glanced up, more of a reflex then any real desire to see who or what was approaching.
There stood Spike, standing solid and strong, blue eyes burning with fury. Her eyes drifted to the rifle he held, regarding it with only a mild interest.
And for a second there, she wished he would just kill her. She wished he would aim and fire, send a bullet tearing through her heart and end everything right now. She wouldn't be the slayer, her mom wouldn't be sick anymore; she wouldn't be anything but dead.
He would enjoy killing her, she thought, and knew it was true. At least then, someone would be happy-no one else was.
But he didn't shoot her.
Spike lowered the rifle, cocking his head slightly as he studied the blond woman, must of the anger drifting out of his eyes.
And then he did the very last thing either of them expected: he sat down next to her.
For a long time they sat, not saying anything, until Buffy broke the almost complete silence, a sob convulsing through her as she gripped the edge of the porch to hold herself steady.
As the first tear rolled down her cheek she felt Spike's hand on her own. He squeezed it tightly, trying to reassure her.
"S'all right, luv." He said softly. "Don' you worry, everythin' will be alright."
For the first time that night, she turned to look at him.
And as the tears slid down her face, she gripped his hand tighter, and smiled.
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The End
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