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Hope, Dreams and Miracles Series Part II-Dreams
"Just can't get enough, could you pet?" "Spike go a way, far away!" Buffy snapped. "Go away? I live here ." "SO!" Buffy snapped again. "What's you deal Slayer? First you don't want me, Then you do and Now you don't again." Spike yells with hand flailing around. "I just don't get you Slayer!" "You're bloody nuts. You know that, pet? " Buffy burst in to tears. Once again she dropped to her knees, this time right on top of a newly dug grave. "What's wrong, luv" Spike asks in a gentle tone. Forgetting what he was so mad about, he walks over to her and stokes the back of her head. "It's.it's just . just my . my . my life." Buffy mumbles out in between the tears. "What's so wrong with you life? " "What's right with it?" Buffy answered, she had almost stopped crying as she looked up at Spike. Spike looked at her and realized that she had been crying for a while. Her face had lines where her mascara had run down, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. "Luv, what got you so worked up?" Spike questioned moving her head up to his level, as he looked into her eyes he saw all her pain and emotions. "Sorry" was all he could say.
"For what?" Buffy questions as she studies his face trying to find an answer to her own question. " For your pain. Is it Bit? " "No, Dawn is fine. It's Angel." Buffy whispered . "Angel ! What did he do? I swear I'll kill him if he did anything to hurt her. I'll kill him I mean it." "No. He did nothing, but just called. I just can't deal with it. Not right now. Just not now!" Buffy sobbed dropping her head once again. Spike wanted to know more but he could see it was too painful for her to talk about. Spike picked her up; her body was so limp; it was like she was lifeless. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. ***** Entering the crypt, Spike looked down at the now sleeping Slayer. "Night Pet." He continued down the stairs and laid her gently on his bed. Waiting only a moment to make she was a sleep; he made his way backup the stairs and out to the nearest pay phone. "Hello" "Willow, It's Spike. Buffy's .um ..Buffy's at my crypt .. She's very ..Well, she was very upset, and she fell asleep there." Spike was nerves about her reaction. "Spike. is she .I mean Buffy's ok right?" Willow nervously asked. "Will' she's fine, she's sleeping. When she wakes up, maybe then I can find out what made her so bloody nuts. " "Good, I mean it's good that Buffy's ok. Umm..the reason Buffy was so crazy. it's Angel." "That's the second bloody time tonight I hear Peaches had something to do with this! What in hell did he do to make her so nuts?" That name in the same sentence as HIS slayers made Spike's temper rage. He knew whatever it was it had to be pretty bad for Buffy to get that emotional. "Angel called." "That I already know. Tell me something I don't know, like why she's so upset?" "Connor!" IN one simple word Willow told him everything. "Who's Connor?" "Connor is . is Angel's son." "His what?" Spike was in shock at what willow had just said. Angel can't, no vampire had or could ever have children. It must be a mistake he thought as the words-HIS SON- rang in Spike's ears. "Angel has a son and his name is Connor! He called earlier to tell Buffy the good news. Well, good news but not the best time to tell her. She's been .. She's just been a little." "depressed lately." Spike finished. "Yeah "Willow knew that spike understood what she was trying to say. " Spike take care of her tonight, don't let her." "I won't let her out of my sight. I'll keep her safe and sound. She will be better tomorrow I promise." Spike's voice was soft, loving and caring. He had convinced Willow that Buffy was alright but he hadn't convinced himself. Spike stood out there in the middle of the night, Buffy back lying in his bed. He did the only thing he could do. Picked up the phone once more and dialed. After a few ring a sleepy voice answered the phone "Hello" "Angel, why in god's name did you have to call her?" Spike fumed. "Spike?" Angel questioned with a yawn. "Peaches, why are you do THIS to her?" Spike growled. "Doing what to who?" "Why did you have to call her and.. And tell her that. Now of all times!" "I just wanted to tell her to tell her about Connor. I thought she would be happy for me. I didn't want her to find out from anyone else. That's all. Is she mad at me?" "Oh she's just bloody fine! She's only been crying her eyes out for hours on end. Crying so hard at times she almost hyperventilated, so bloody hard that she fell asleep from pure exhaustion! Ya I say she's just fine!" spike mocked. "Why has she been crying? I thought she'd be happy that's why I called. I didn't think." Angel said softly. "YOU DIDN'T THINK!" Spike snapped. "If you did. You wouldn't have called to gloat about your perfect life with Little Miss Cheerleader, Connor and the Devil's Spawn herself -Darla!" " Woo, hold it right there just a minute! I didn't get to tell Buffy the rest of it. So let me finish Darla is gone." "She just left; I mean she left her son..with you?" "NO , Darla is dead. She staked herself so that Connor could live, so that he could be born." "OH. " was all that Spike could say. " Spike I really need to tell Buffy that. Then maybe she'll understand, maybe she'll be able to come and.meet him. I need to .to know she's ok with this." Angel pleaded with him. "She can not right now. Her life is really a mess. I'll see if I can talk her into it in a few days or maybe a week or two." Spike was trying to appease his Sire. "I'll call you or have her call when she's ready." "Thanks Spike look after her and don't let do anything stupid." *Yeah, like I could stop her from doing anything* he thought as he hung up the phone. Spike headed back to the crypt to check on his slayer. **** While Spike was gone Buffy had woken up and she couldn't find him anywhere. She did however find several bottles of liquor that Spike had. When Spike arrived back at the crypt it was quite. He crept down the stairs only to find Buffy lying in his bed. The room was all a glow with lit candles and Buffy wearing only his shirt. Spike's eyes widened and his mouth dropped as she crawled out from beneath the satin sheets. She slowly prowled towards him like a leopard hunting its prey. "Oh Spikey come here." She purred with a *come take me* look on her face. "Buffy are you feeling ok?" Spike questioned as he saw the empty liquor bottles on the floor. "You're drunk" "Am NOT!" she protested. "You are " "No, I've had something to drink to forget all this, but I'm not drunk!" Buffy protested even louder. Then all of a sudden she began to cry again. "Shhhh.it's ok," Spike said walking towards her. He hated to see her cry and she had been crying a lot lately. "Let's get you to bed and you'll just sleep this off." "No, I can't JUST sleep this off! This won't go away no matter how hard I try!" "What won't pet?" Spike says as he sat down on the bed next to her. "This, my life. It won't just go away." "Your life isn't that bad Slayer." "That's the problem, the slayer thing! I don't want to be the slayer anymore ." Buffy sighed. " I just want to be Buffy Anne Summers! A STUDENT, SISTER, AND WOMAN, NOT A SLAYER got it!" "Got it "Spike said sheepishly. " I have dreams too you know. You know what my dream is Spike? I'll tell you!" She continued. "My dream is to fall in love, get married, have that white picket fence, have a good no great job making more that enough money to support my 2 . 5 kids." Buffy took a breath and continues. " I want a husband to love me for me, who will grow old with me, who's there to hold my hair out of my face as I have morning sickness for 2 months straight, Who will go out at 3 am just to get me hot fudge sundae in the next county if needed. Who will love me even though I'm the size of a house, all because I'm carrying his child." There was silence for a moment. Spike finally spoke " I do too." He said softly. "I want all of it for you . for us. I can give you all of it ..except of the baby. I will do anything to make you happy. Anything at all!" Buffy turned his head to look into him eyes. They were soft and the candle light danced in them. She saw a lonely tear run down his face. Then she in and kissed him, whispering, "Let's try."
Hope, Dreams and Miracles Series Part II-Dreams
"Just can't get enough, could you pet?" "Spike go a way, far away!" Buffy snapped. "Go away? I live here ." "SO!" Buffy snapped again. "What's you deal Slayer? First you don't want me, Then you do and Now you don't again." Spike yells with hand flailing around. "I just don't get you Slayer!" "You're bloody nuts. You know that, pet? " Buffy burst in to tears. Once again she dropped to her knees, this time right on top of a newly dug grave. "What's wrong, luv" Spike asks in a gentle tone. Forgetting what he was so mad about, he walks over to her and stokes the back of her head. "It's.it's just . just my . my . my life." Buffy mumbles out in between the tears. "What's so wrong with you life? " "What's right with it?" Buffy answered, she had almost stopped crying as she looked up at Spike. Spike looked at her and realized that she had been crying for a while. Her face had lines where her mascara had run down, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. "Luv, what got you so worked up?" Spike questioned moving her head up to his level, as he looked into her eyes he saw all her pain and emotions. "Sorry" was all he could say.
"For what?" Buffy questions as she studies his face trying to find an answer to her own question. " For your pain. Is it Bit? " "No, Dawn is fine. It's Angel." Buffy whispered . "Angel ! What did he do? I swear I'll kill him if he did anything to hurt her. I'll kill him I mean it." "No. He did nothing, but just called. I just can't deal with it. Not right now. Just not now!" Buffy sobbed dropping her head once again. Spike wanted to know more but he could see it was too painful for her to talk about. Spike picked her up; her body was so limp; it was like she was lifeless. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. ***** Entering the crypt, Spike looked down at the now sleeping Slayer. "Night Pet." He continued down the stairs and laid her gently on his bed. Waiting only a moment to make she was a sleep; he made his way backup the stairs and out to the nearest pay phone. "Hello" "Willow, It's Spike. Buffy's .um ..Buffy's at my crypt .. She's very ..Well, she was very upset, and she fell asleep there." Spike was nerves about her reaction. "Spike. is she .I mean Buffy's ok right?" Willow nervously asked. "Will' she's fine, she's sleeping. When she wakes up, maybe then I can find out what made her so bloody nuts. " "Good, I mean it's good that Buffy's ok. Umm..the reason Buffy was so crazy. it's Angel." "That's the second bloody time tonight I hear Peaches had something to do with this! What in hell did he do to make her so nuts?" That name in the same sentence as HIS slayers made Spike's temper rage. He knew whatever it was it had to be pretty bad for Buffy to get that emotional. "Angel called." "That I already know. Tell me something I don't know, like why she's so upset?" "Connor!" IN one simple word Willow told him everything. "Who's Connor?" "Connor is . is Angel's son." "His what?" Spike was in shock at what willow had just said. Angel can't, no vampire had or could ever have children. It must be a mistake he thought as the words-HIS SON- rang in Spike's ears. "Angel has a son and his name is Connor! He called earlier to tell Buffy the good news. Well, good news but not the best time to tell her. She's been .. She's just been a little." "depressed lately." Spike finished. "Yeah "Willow knew that spike understood what she was trying to say. " Spike take care of her tonight, don't let her." "I won't let her out of my sight. I'll keep her safe and sound. She will be better tomorrow I promise." Spike's voice was soft, loving and caring. He had convinced Willow that Buffy was alright but he hadn't convinced himself. Spike stood out there in the middle of the night, Buffy back lying in his bed. He did the only thing he could do. Picked up the phone once more and dialed. After a few ring a sleepy voice answered the phone "Hello" "Angel, why in god's name did you have to call her?" Spike fumed. "Spike?" Angel questioned with a yawn. "Peaches, why are you do THIS to her?" Spike growled. "Doing what to who?" "Why did you have to call her and.. And tell her that. Now of all times!" "I just wanted to tell her to tell her about Connor. I thought she would be happy for me. I didn't want her to find out from anyone else. That's all. Is she mad at me?" "Oh she's just bloody fine! She's only been crying her eyes out for hours on end. Crying so hard at times she almost hyperventilated, so bloody hard that she fell asleep from pure exhaustion! Ya I say she's just fine!" spike mocked. "Why has she been crying? I thought she'd be happy that's why I called. I didn't think." Angel said softly. "YOU DIDN'T THINK!" Spike snapped. "If you did. You wouldn't have called to gloat about your perfect life with Little Miss Cheerleader, Connor and the Devil's Spawn herself -Darla!" " Woo, hold it right there just a minute! I didn't get to tell Buffy the rest of it. So let me finish Darla is gone." "She just left; I mean she left her son..with you?" "NO , Darla is dead. She staked herself so that Connor could live, so that he could be born." "OH. " was all that Spike could say. " Spike I really need to tell Buffy that. Then maybe she'll understand, maybe she'll be able to come and.meet him. I need to .to know she's ok with this." Angel pleaded with him. "She can not right now. Her life is really a mess. I'll see if I can talk her into it in a few days or maybe a week or two." Spike was trying to appease his Sire. "I'll call you or have her call when she's ready." "Thanks Spike look after her and don't let do anything stupid." *Yeah, like I could stop her from doing anything* he thought as he hung up the phone. Spike headed back to the crypt to check on his slayer. **** While Spike was gone Buffy had woken up and she couldn't find him anywhere. She did however find several bottles of liquor that Spike had. When Spike arrived back at the crypt it was quite. He crept down the stairs only to find Buffy lying in his bed. The room was all a glow with lit candles and Buffy wearing only his shirt. Spike's eyes widened and his mouth dropped as she crawled out from beneath the satin sheets. She slowly prowled towards him like a leopard hunting its prey. "Oh Spikey come here." She purred with a *come take me* look on her face. "Buffy are you feeling ok?" Spike questioned as he saw the empty liquor bottles on the floor. "You're drunk" "Am NOT!" she protested. "You are " "No, I've had something to drink to forget all this, but I'm not drunk!" Buffy protested even louder. Then all of a sudden she began to cry again. "Shhhh.it's ok," Spike said walking towards her. He hated to see her cry and she had been crying a lot lately. "Let's get you to bed and you'll just sleep this off." "No, I can't JUST sleep this off! This won't go away no matter how hard I try!" "What won't pet?" Spike says as he sat down on the bed next to her. "This, my life. It won't just go away." "Your life isn't that bad Slayer." "That's the problem, the slayer thing! I don't want to be the slayer anymore ." Buffy sighed. " I just want to be Buffy Anne Summers! A STUDENT, SISTER, AND WOMAN, NOT A SLAYER got it!" "Got it "Spike said sheepishly. " I have dreams too you know. You know what my dream is Spike? I'll tell you!" She continued. "My dream is to fall in love, get married, have that white picket fence, have a good no great job making more that enough money to support my 2 . 5 kids." Buffy took a breath and continues. " I want a husband to love me for me, who will grow old with me, who's there to hold my hair out of my face as I have morning sickness for 2 months straight, Who will go out at 3 am just to get me hot fudge sundae in the next county if needed. Who will love me even though I'm the size of a house, all because I'm carrying his child." There was silence for a moment. Spike finally spoke " I do too." He said softly. "I want all of it for you . for us. I can give you all of it ..except of the baby. I will do anything to make you happy. Anything at all!" Buffy turned his head to look into him eyes. They were soft and the candle light danced in them. She saw a lonely tear run down his face. Then she in and kissed him, whispering, "Let's try."