Title: Forrest, Forrest Gump
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Spike, one-sided Spike/Buffy.
Summary: "Why are you so good to me?" "You're my girl." "I'll always be your girl, Forrest."
Notes: So I was watching Forrest Gump the other night and can I help it if certain lines reminded me of Spike and Buffy?
He's alone, in his crappy apartment in L.A. one Tuesday night when it comes on. He's glad it's not yet another vampire romance of some sort, Twilight and such have been getting quite big lately despite lacking any ring of truth about his kind. And he prefers Tom Hanks as a mentally challenged hero to Robert Pattison with his over-styled hair, and his brooding demeanor, and his constant rejection of Bella based on the fact that he's inhuman…bloody wanker, it's almost as if they'd met Angel.
So he grabs some Wheetabix mixed with pig's blood and settles down in front of his telly. Half-way through it's gone, and all semblance of light has left his home except the light luminance flickering across from the screen. And he stands there with Robyn Wright Penn on the screen, her blond hair loose and flowing.
"Why are you so good to me?" She asks, the strain in her voice evident as she stares at him awaiting a reply.
"You're my girl," He says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"I'll always be your girl, Forrest," She promises, but she still leaves on that blasted bus.
And he's shaking, as he turns off the TV, dropping the remote on the floor in the process he's shaking so badly. He tries to lie down, to forget. Oh how he wants to just forget, because it would make his life…his death…whatever the bloody hell he is so much easier. The images swarm him though, as he lays there, trying desperately.
She's beating on him, as he successfully takes her mind of the fact that she was planning on turning herself in for murder. "That's it, put it on me. Put it all on me." She does just that, she's always doing that.
"That's my girl."
Something changes in her face as he says it, and he knows it was a mistake, "I am not your girl." She knocks him over, hard and continues to beat on him. Except this time she means it for him, not just as a way of getting out aggression.
"You don't have a soul." And it just keeps coming.
"There is nothing good or clean about you."
"You are dead inside."
"You can't feel anything real."
And she saves the best one for last, she always did, "I could never be your girl." She stops beating him, just looks at him and waits for a reaction. She wants him to hurt just as badly as she does.
It's not hard, because he does. She has a knack for making him miserable. He can only see with one eye, but that's all he needs, "You always hurt the one you love, pet." Clearly this isn't what she was looking for, because she walks away.
He attempts to push himself up, calling out to her all the while, "Buffy…Buffy…" She's already gone though.
He lays his head in his hands because here he is, what she said is still true. Except the part about the soul…but that part only makes it worse, makes the guilt and the self-loathing hurt more. Forrest Gump will get the girl, and she'll die. She'll be loved, and she'll give him a child, but she'll die in the same horrid way as Buffy's mother.
He died once, to save his girl. She let him be her champion, and he was willing. He was brought back, but not by her, by the over-gelled idiot who she was always in love with. And what did he get for his pain? A job where he got to see his worst enemy everyday. Where he got to be reminded that if he wasn't cursed she'd have been with him.
That she would never be his girl by choice.
