Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I only love them with a
fiery passion and longing that would probably kill me if it existed within
this reality... anyway, as you can probably tell, I make no money from this,
in fact my only gain is the slim hope of sanity that putting this story on
hard drive allows me to cling to. Enjoy!!
Authors Note: This story takes place in Season 4, right after Something Blue, Hush, Doomed (same night as Doomed end... basically he rants, they leave). Please review, critism welcome (if I don't like it... I'm sending Spike... wait, maybe not... he's mind... grrrrrrrrrrrrr to anyone who wants him).
And yes, I'm a little insane... but its my edge.
~*~*~*~
Second Chance
Part 4
They entered Gile's apartment just as the sun's rays started to make Spike's skin unnaturally warm. Taking off the blanket, casting a glance to Willow's warn exterior, feeling sympathy for her condition while she had to face them, before looking up to see Buffy and Xander glaring at both him and Willow while Anya sat back on the couch eating a bag of chips with a smile on her face.
"Where were you?" Xander demanded before his best friend had even been fully in the door, shooting Spike, most certainly the cause for the delay, looks of death. "You had me so worried."
"Yeah," Anya piped in with a smile, "Once Buffy called he could only keep going for another hour."
Xander's eyes closed with embarrassment at Anya's crass before looking back to Willow, letting Buffy stare daggers at Spike as she went about tying him up, his gaze never falling far from the tired redhead. "I was worried."
She smiled sadly, feeling guilty about the worry she had put him through. "I'm sorry, but you didn't have to worry, Spike scared all the creepy things away." Her smile turned playful. "He's a good guard puppy."
"Willow," the vampire warned as Buffy tightened the ropes.
Shrugging uncomfortably at his tone, she turned back to Xander. "Nothing happened. We didn't even come upon any more demons after you left."
Xander's eyes widened as she flushed slightly, looking away like she had been guilty of some unsaid crime. Which, for the hacker turned witch could have very well been stealing a cookie before supper; but Xander didn't want to take any chances. Not liking the possibilities for its cause, he took a step towards her, checking her neck carefully for any signs of being bitten. "Did he hurt you? Cause if he did, I'll stake him. Please tell me I can stake him. He made me think that you had been killed, and you know what that does to me." He finished as a pain filled his side; he doubled over slightly waiting for it to pass. It was like an ulcer, brought on by stress and worry. "It hurts my side."
Anya pointed at him with a chip. "I've read about that. It's appendicitis... you're going to die."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the woman who was smiling proudly with her knowledge of medical things of such nature. Xander shook his head, turning to his demon. "Ayn, its not appendicitis, I should know... I already had that. You've seen the scar."
As another argument between the couple started Giles came down from his bedroom, Olivia following him, both ignoring the pair and looking between the witch and slayer. "Good morning girls. Willow, I see you got in alright."
She nodded, "Sure thing, hey Olivia."
The British woman nodded as Giles gained everyone's straying attentions. "Alright everyone, please, settle down. We have a lot to do today."
Buffy choose that moment to but in. "Uh, sorry Giles, but no research for me today." Her face lit up. "I have a date with Riley."
Xander nodded. "Yeah, and me and Anya have to get the Spike smell out of the basement."
He sighed looking to Willow, "I have to take Olivia to the airport today, I need someone to stay and keep an eye on Spike."
She nodded, knowing that being the only one alone, she was the rightful candidate. "Sure, I can do it. Just let me go to the dorm and catch a little sleep first."
"Certainly. See you later."
~*~*~*~
Buffy and Willow walked home together in awkward silence until Buffy sighed and pulled Willow to a stop. "What is it?"
The redhead looked confused. "What's what?"
"You know. You look like you have this huge thundercloud hanging over your head. You're all gloom girl. Did Spike hurt your feelings?"
Willow was taken aback for a moment before shaking her head. "What? No, its, its nothing."
"Its not nothing, I can see it in your eyes. Will it help if I stake Spike... cause you know I will."
Willow rolled her eyes before settling again into thought. It was a moment before she said anything, catching the slayer off guard. "He's not that much unlike us you know."
"What? Who?"
"Spike, he's like us."
Buffy's eyebrow raised slightly. "Say wha...? Are you feeling alright?" She reached over to check her friend's temperature.
Willow pushed her hand away with a fake frown. "Just think about it. He's just lonely and lost, just like us. Its kind of like he's forced to go through puberty again, forced to see the world in a way that is new and strange, one that just doesn't make sense."
"Wills, you've given this a lot of thought haven't you? I don't think that this is a good sign. Spike is not someone anybody should try to psychoanalyse. I think you need to get out." Her face lit up. "I know, let me set you up. It'll be great; one of Riley's friends would be perfect for you. He's tall, gorgeous, kind of quiet at times but oh-so-nice."
Willow looked down. "I don't want to be set up." She lowered her voice to just above a whisper. "It's too soon."
Immediately feeling ashamed, Buffy wrapped an arm around Willow sympathetically. "I'm sorry Will. I know it's been a hard time for you, and I'm sorry if I'm pushing you. Forgive me?" Pouting slightly she waited until Willow laughed before pulling the redhead along with a laugh. "But would it kill you to meet him?"
Authors Note: This story takes place in Season 4, right after Something Blue, Hush, Doomed (same night as Doomed end... basically he rants, they leave). Please review, critism welcome (if I don't like it... I'm sending Spike... wait, maybe not... he's mind... grrrrrrrrrrrrr to anyone who wants him).
And yes, I'm a little insane... but its my edge.
~*~*~*~
Second Chance
Part 4
They entered Gile's apartment just as the sun's rays started to make Spike's skin unnaturally warm. Taking off the blanket, casting a glance to Willow's warn exterior, feeling sympathy for her condition while she had to face them, before looking up to see Buffy and Xander glaring at both him and Willow while Anya sat back on the couch eating a bag of chips with a smile on her face.
"Where were you?" Xander demanded before his best friend had even been fully in the door, shooting Spike, most certainly the cause for the delay, looks of death. "You had me so worried."
"Yeah," Anya piped in with a smile, "Once Buffy called he could only keep going for another hour."
Xander's eyes closed with embarrassment at Anya's crass before looking back to Willow, letting Buffy stare daggers at Spike as she went about tying him up, his gaze never falling far from the tired redhead. "I was worried."
She smiled sadly, feeling guilty about the worry she had put him through. "I'm sorry, but you didn't have to worry, Spike scared all the creepy things away." Her smile turned playful. "He's a good guard puppy."
"Willow," the vampire warned as Buffy tightened the ropes.
Shrugging uncomfortably at his tone, she turned back to Xander. "Nothing happened. We didn't even come upon any more demons after you left."
Xander's eyes widened as she flushed slightly, looking away like she had been guilty of some unsaid crime. Which, for the hacker turned witch could have very well been stealing a cookie before supper; but Xander didn't want to take any chances. Not liking the possibilities for its cause, he took a step towards her, checking her neck carefully for any signs of being bitten. "Did he hurt you? Cause if he did, I'll stake him. Please tell me I can stake him. He made me think that you had been killed, and you know what that does to me." He finished as a pain filled his side; he doubled over slightly waiting for it to pass. It was like an ulcer, brought on by stress and worry. "It hurts my side."
Anya pointed at him with a chip. "I've read about that. It's appendicitis... you're going to die."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the woman who was smiling proudly with her knowledge of medical things of such nature. Xander shook his head, turning to his demon. "Ayn, its not appendicitis, I should know... I already had that. You've seen the scar."
As another argument between the couple started Giles came down from his bedroom, Olivia following him, both ignoring the pair and looking between the witch and slayer. "Good morning girls. Willow, I see you got in alright."
She nodded, "Sure thing, hey Olivia."
The British woman nodded as Giles gained everyone's straying attentions. "Alright everyone, please, settle down. We have a lot to do today."
Buffy choose that moment to but in. "Uh, sorry Giles, but no research for me today." Her face lit up. "I have a date with Riley."
Xander nodded. "Yeah, and me and Anya have to get the Spike smell out of the basement."
He sighed looking to Willow, "I have to take Olivia to the airport today, I need someone to stay and keep an eye on Spike."
She nodded, knowing that being the only one alone, she was the rightful candidate. "Sure, I can do it. Just let me go to the dorm and catch a little sleep first."
"Certainly. See you later."
~*~*~*~
Buffy and Willow walked home together in awkward silence until Buffy sighed and pulled Willow to a stop. "What is it?"
The redhead looked confused. "What's what?"
"You know. You look like you have this huge thundercloud hanging over your head. You're all gloom girl. Did Spike hurt your feelings?"
Willow was taken aback for a moment before shaking her head. "What? No, its, its nothing."
"Its not nothing, I can see it in your eyes. Will it help if I stake Spike... cause you know I will."
Willow rolled her eyes before settling again into thought. It was a moment before she said anything, catching the slayer off guard. "He's not that much unlike us you know."
"What? Who?"
"Spike, he's like us."
Buffy's eyebrow raised slightly. "Say wha...? Are you feeling alright?" She reached over to check her friend's temperature.
Willow pushed her hand away with a fake frown. "Just think about it. He's just lonely and lost, just like us. Its kind of like he's forced to go through puberty again, forced to see the world in a way that is new and strange, one that just doesn't make sense."
"Wills, you've given this a lot of thought haven't you? I don't think that this is a good sign. Spike is not someone anybody should try to psychoanalyse. I think you need to get out." Her face lit up. "I know, let me set you up. It'll be great; one of Riley's friends would be perfect for you. He's tall, gorgeous, kind of quiet at times but oh-so-nice."
Willow looked down. "I don't want to be set up." She lowered her voice to just above a whisper. "It's too soon."
Immediately feeling ashamed, Buffy wrapped an arm around Willow sympathetically. "I'm sorry Will. I know it's been a hard time for you, and I'm sorry if I'm pushing you. Forgive me?" Pouting slightly she waited until Willow laughed before pulling the redhead along with a laugh. "But would it kill you to meet him?"