Spike went to speak with Buffy and only found a puzzled Dawn at home alone.
Spike stood silently looking at a puzzled Dawn and turned and left.
Now it is Season 6 and been a year since Gwynn's visit. This story would have taken place after Spike leaves the wedding in 'Hells Bells'.
Spike led his trashy looking date out of the wedding hall, as Buffy looked on sadly.
Sunnydale Cemetery
Spike walked on sullenly. His date followed behind quietly. Finally, she stopped and whined. "I thought we were going to have some real fun!!" Spike turned around to stare at her and she continued. She smiled coyly and approached him slowly. "Well, we could have our own little party." She playfully ran her fingers over his chest.
Spike grabbed a hold of her hand. "I don't think so, luv." She pulled her hand away violently and stalked off into the night. Spike dropped his head. "Cor, that was pathetic!"
"I couldn't of said it better myself." Drawled a voice from behind.
Spike shook his head with a smirk. "Did you come all this way to mock me, Gwynn?" He turned to face the grinning elf.
Gwynn shrugged slightly. "I had nothing better to do." She laughed lightly and strode over to him. Spike smiled and they embraced briefly. They separated and held each other's eyes. He hadn't realized how much he missed her until that moment.
They walked between the rows of headstones. Gwynn glanced at Spike's face thoughtfully. "Been one of those years, has it?" He looked at her leerily. "Come on, William, I'll buy you a drink. And we'll catch up like we always do."
"Y'read my mind, luv." Spike gently put an arm around her waist and smiled at her. Gwynn knew how to put his mind at ease. She was just what he needed.
Willy's Demon Bar
Gwynn and Spike took a booth in the back of the bar. Spike waved Willy over. "The usual Spike?" Willy asked.
"Beer for me. Gwynn?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, right. Wine for the lady." Willy walked away to get their drinks. "Sorry, forgot. Elves and alcohol don't go together." He smiled to himself at several memories of a drunken Gwynn. Gwynn reached across the table to smack him. Willy returned with their order and Gwynn paid him.
"You always take me to the nicest places, William." She whispered with a gleam in her eyes.
Spike drank his bear and grinned. "Only the best for my girl."
"Thanks." She sipped her wine and studied Spike's features. He was quiet and distant. It must have been a rough year. She sighed. "Are you going to fill me in on the past year? Or are you going to sit and mope?"
Spike looked into her lovely eyes. They were soft and gentle. He could always read behind that mask of determined composure. Now he read concern in them. It was impossible not to love this woman. It was impossible though for anything to come from it. They both knew it and that some how had strengthened their bond over the years. Why couldn't he feel that way about Buffy? Why did his mind tell him to go for it? All rationale told him it was pointless, but still a faint possibility. Questions streamed through his head like a waterfall.
Gwynn had sat quietly that whole time. She saw his mind working frantically and just quietly took his hand and held it. Spike looked at her with pleading eyes. Gwynn smiled softly, stood up and led him out of the bar. They walked quietly hand in hand towards his crypt.
As they walked, Gwynn stole several glances at Spike. "Looking for answers. Luv?" he asked gently. They stopped outside the door of his crypt.
"Just wondering if you'd rather be alone."
Spike laughed bitterly. "I'm tired of being alone, pet." He stopped and pulled her roughly to him. He leaned into her for a passionate kiss that left them both breathless.
Gwynn backed away to compose herself. "I won't take part in the Slayer's love triangle." She regarded his surprised look and knew she had guessed right. Gwynn turned away from him sullenly.
Spike tenderly turned Gwynn to face him. "There is nothing between me and Buffy." Softly he added, "What little there was is done and over pause I promise." He held onto her shoulders.
Gwynn watched his expression and softened. "It wasn't your choosing. beat I'm sorry."
Spike shook his head in disbelief and affectionately stroked her cheek. "Stay." It was almost a plea. This time Gwynn kissed Spike. She walked towards his crypt and opened the door. With a quick glance over her shoulder she entered the crypt. Spike smiled with pleasure and followed Gwynn.
Now it is Season 6 and been a year since Gwynn's visit. This story would have taken place after Spike leaves the wedding in 'Hells Bells'.
Spike led his trashy looking date out of the wedding hall, as Buffy looked on sadly.
Sunnydale Cemetery
Spike walked on sullenly. His date followed behind quietly. Finally, she stopped and whined. "I thought we were going to have some real fun!!" Spike turned around to stare at her and she continued. She smiled coyly and approached him slowly. "Well, we could have our own little party." She playfully ran her fingers over his chest.
Spike grabbed a hold of her hand. "I don't think so, luv." She pulled her hand away violently and stalked off into the night. Spike dropped his head. "Cor, that was pathetic!"
"I couldn't of said it better myself." Drawled a voice from behind.
Spike shook his head with a smirk. "Did you come all this way to mock me, Gwynn?" He turned to face the grinning elf.
Gwynn shrugged slightly. "I had nothing better to do." She laughed lightly and strode over to him. Spike smiled and they embraced briefly. They separated and held each other's eyes. He hadn't realized how much he missed her until that moment.
They walked between the rows of headstones. Gwynn glanced at Spike's face thoughtfully. "Been one of those years, has it?" He looked at her leerily. "Come on, William, I'll buy you a drink. And we'll catch up like we always do."
"Y'read my mind, luv." Spike gently put an arm around her waist and smiled at her. Gwynn knew how to put his mind at ease. She was just what he needed.
Willy's Demon Bar
Gwynn and Spike took a booth in the back of the bar. Spike waved Willy over. "The usual Spike?" Willy asked.
"Beer for me. Gwynn?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, right. Wine for the lady." Willy walked away to get their drinks. "Sorry, forgot. Elves and alcohol don't go together." He smiled to himself at several memories of a drunken Gwynn. Gwynn reached across the table to smack him. Willy returned with their order and Gwynn paid him.
"You always take me to the nicest places, William." She whispered with a gleam in her eyes.
Spike drank his bear and grinned. "Only the best for my girl."
"Thanks." She sipped her wine and studied Spike's features. He was quiet and distant. It must have been a rough year. She sighed. "Are you going to fill me in on the past year? Or are you going to sit and mope?"
Spike looked into her lovely eyes. They were soft and gentle. He could always read behind that mask of determined composure. Now he read concern in them. It was impossible not to love this woman. It was impossible though for anything to come from it. They both knew it and that some how had strengthened their bond over the years. Why couldn't he feel that way about Buffy? Why did his mind tell him to go for it? All rationale told him it was pointless, but still a faint possibility. Questions streamed through his head like a waterfall.
Gwynn had sat quietly that whole time. She saw his mind working frantically and just quietly took his hand and held it. Spike looked at her with pleading eyes. Gwynn smiled softly, stood up and led him out of the bar. They walked quietly hand in hand towards his crypt.
As they walked, Gwynn stole several glances at Spike. "Looking for answers. Luv?" he asked gently. They stopped outside the door of his crypt.
"Just wondering if you'd rather be alone."
Spike laughed bitterly. "I'm tired of being alone, pet." He stopped and pulled her roughly to him. He leaned into her for a passionate kiss that left them both breathless.
Gwynn backed away to compose herself. "I won't take part in the Slayer's love triangle." She regarded his surprised look and knew she had guessed right. Gwynn turned away from him sullenly.
Spike tenderly turned Gwynn to face him. "There is nothing between me and Buffy." Softly he added, "What little there was is done and over pause I promise." He held onto her shoulders.
Gwynn watched his expression and softened. "It wasn't your choosing. beat I'm sorry."
Spike shook his head in disbelief and affectionately stroked her cheek. "Stay." It was almost a plea. This time Gwynn kissed Spike. She walked towards his crypt and opened the door. With a quick glance over her shoulder she entered the crypt. Spike smiled with pleasure and followed Gwynn.