Title: Kindred Spirits
Author: Mia
Rating: R
Summary: Set after 7.3, Spoilers for S7. W/T, B/S, X/A
Warning, this is my first fic, so please review!
I own nothing, ME and Fox own all!
Ch. 10
When Buffy's alarm went off, she rolled out of bed and shut it off. A yawning Spike rolled to the other side of the bed. She stood over him, and said seriously, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." And she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
He wasn't about to argue. He felt for the first time in forever, really rested. Like he had come home. He figured she just didn't want everyone to know he hadn't slept in the basement, after all.
Buffy went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and went downstairs to make a phone call. When she came back, Spike was laying exactly as she had left him, dozing again. She crawled back into bed, waking him, and he rolled to his side, looking at her oddly.
"Aren't you gonna get ready for work, Slayer?" he asked.
Buffy frowned. "No. I called into work, canceled my appointments. I'm exhausted, and I think we need to talk about why."
Spike stared at her, confused. She watched as realization dawned on him, and his face comically fell. "I snore, don't I? Oh God, how embarrassing!"
She giggled. "No, you don't snore. I had this, dream, I guess, and I need to run a theory by you."
"A dream or....A Dream?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She slapped his arm lightly. "No you big perv! I'm serious!"
"Okay! Okay!" Spike chuckled at her outrage. He propped himself up on his elbow, and she did the same.
Buffy relayed the dream as Spike listened. She stopped before she told him what his dream counterpart had told her.
"Look, before I launch into what the other Spike told me, I've got to tell you something that was sort of the same."
"Other than I am obviously your bitch wherever I go?" Spike asked.
Buffy frowned. "No, it's about when I came back. Part of the reason I was so depressed when we went on our little drinking binge was, I had gone to see Angel."
"Figures."
"ANYWAY," she continued, irritated, "we met for a whole day, evening to evening. There's a motel at this beach....It was great for a couple of hours. We laughed, we cried, I confessed to him about heaven, but then he let a little something slip. He said, 'I should have known the deal with the Powers that Be wouldn't let you stay dead.' I asked him what that meant, and he didn't want to tell me. Finally, I threatened to kick his ass." She paused.
"And?" Spike prompted.
She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "Do you remember that first Thanksgiving, when he snuck in to help with the Ind-, I mean Native Americans."
"Yes," Spike replied.
"Well, I went there to call him on it. And apparently, we had a day that didn't happen." Buffy still wasn't looking at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Apparently, a Mohra demon crashed our meeting and ran off. We took to the sewers to hunt it, and some of it's blood mixed with Angel's. It turned him human." She closed her eyes.
"We had one perfect day, that I don't remember. He had the Powers that Be take it back, because he wasn't Super-Guy anymore, and he couldn't protect me. The Oracles told him I would die, soon, if he was human. So without asking me, he erased it. What I remember is him killing the demon in his office. Just like he knew it was coming."
"He did it for you, pet..." Spike started.
"I was furious. He did exactly what my friends had done, took away my decision. I had no say. I'd have rather lived out my dreams and died, Spike. All Slayers have a short life. At least mine would have been happy. We had the worst fight. Didn't part on good terms." She turned back to face him
"What the other Spike told me, was that it did happen. Only on that perfect day, we conceived Dawn. She was still the Key, but Angel killed Ben, and I died to save the world and my daughter. Willow, Tara and you moved in to help Angel with the baby. I was still resurrected, Mom was still dead, Tara still got shot while watching Dawn with Willow, everything was pretty much the same, except for us. And you still had no soul."
Spike frowned. "I thought you said this was a dream?"
"I don't know," Buffy admitted. "It was more like visiting an alternate reality. It was so clear."
"But aren't your Slayer dreams that way?"
"No, they're more like big abstract puzzles." She turned back to him. "I think it was trying to tell me something." She stared at him.
Spike looked around, hoping that it would come to him, whatever she was thinking. When it dawned on him, he wished it hadn't.
"Bloody. Hell." He said vehemently. He stood up and started pacing. Buffy watched silently for a moment.
"You think I'm right, don't you? I mean, it makes sense, right?"
"More than you know, Slayer," he growled.
Buffy let the reality sink in as she laid in her bed. Angel was Dawn's father.
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After they were sure Dawn had gotten a ride from Janice and Willow had left for school, Buffy and Spike crept downstairs for some breakfast.
She poured milk in her cereal while Spike heated up a mug full of blood.
"It had to someone, you know. I mean she was made out of me, but she doesn't look like me. She has dark hair, she's going to be way taller. There had to be some extra genetic material, if she wasn't Mom and Dad's," Buffy remarked. "But I do wonder about the blue eyes."
Spike took a swig. "Peaches' mum."
"Huh?" Buffy asked.
"Angel's mum had blue eyes. Saw a watercolor, he burned quite a few when he lost his soul. Plus, your dad has blue eyes, so she had a fifty/fifty shot," he informed her.
"Wow, you know genetics." Buffy was impressed.
"I am kind of old, pet, " he said wryly. He wondered what she'd think of his poetry and his Oxford education.
"So what do you think happened?" she asked.
"My best guess? The monks were gonna have 10 months to make a little Key for you to protect, but when the Magnificent Pouf took the day back...they had to spend that time fashioning a sister. I bet they even sent the Mohra demon. So your daughter became your sister, they still got what they wanted. Should have bloody known.
"How could you have possibly known that..." she started to admonish him.
"Because now that you've told me....It's probably why I'm so damn protective of her. She smells like you, but there's something else. My sire. I can smell him, too. She's family as far as the demon can sense."
"I thought Dru was your sire," she wrinkled her nose.
"Technically, yeah, but the bond between the four of us was intense. He taught me how to be a vampire. Angelus liked to exchange blood when we'd...." he broke off, uncomfortable.
"Oh," Buffy said. Then suddenly she understood he meant...sex. Her eyes grew round. "OH," she said again.
Spike his eyes away from her. "Yeah, well...I should have known, but as soon as you said it, I knew it was true." He rubbed his forehead. "What do you want to tell Dawn? Are you gonna tell him?"
Buffy finished her breakfast, and went to rinse out her bowl. "I need to tell Dawn. I promised no more protecting her. But Angel- what is the point?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"Yeah, I doubt he'd run down here with Daddy impulses. He'd probably just brood himself sick anyway," Spike snickered at the thought.
Buffy shook her head and said, "I feel lazy, let's go back to sleep for awhile."
Spike smiled and followed her back upstairs.
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"These burns look better," she pulled his shirt back down. They sat on her bed.
"What are going to do about the whelp?" Spike asked.
Buffy sighed. "Talk it out, I guess. Bet he called in sick today, too." She looked at Spike, who had a serious look on his face,
"Buffy," he began, "I don't want to cause problems..."
She cut him off. "Look Spike, he's going to have to deal. Or not. It's really up to him. but I need to see what we have here. I'm willing to give you and me a clean slate, and he needs to respect that."
"A clean slate, huh?" He reached over to caress her cheek. She leaned into his caress, smiling. If his heart could beat, it WOULD break his chest, he thought. She was so beautiful.
"Yeah, a clean slate. Slayers aren't set up for the happy. I may not be around long, but I'll take what I can get." Spike could see the resolve in her hazel eyes. He pulled her into a hug.
"You're not going anywhere," he whispered into her hair. Buffy ran her hand over his back, and just let him hold her, enjoying her happy.
He pulled back a little, and pulled her chin up. "If it helps with Xander, I don't think that you could have stalled Angelus," he said seriously. "Although I do wish I'd have helped more, I feel so guilty."
Buffy shook her head. "Don't. If you'd have stayed, you'd have been killed, more than likely."
Puzzled he asked, "Why do say that?"
She smiled up at him, sadly. "Whistler told me that in the end, you're always alone. That was the point. I had to do it alone."
As he leaned down to kiss her beautiful mouth, he whispered, "You will never be alone again. I swear it."
Spike felt shivers as she moaned into his kiss. He eased her back on the bed, kissing her as tenderly as he could. Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes. They were smiling. He stroked her cheek and took an unnecessary breath.
"Yes," she said. And pulled him in for a deeper kiss. Both of their bodies lit fire with an urgency, but they fought to be gentle with each other for the first time. He pulled off her Yummy Sushi PJ's, she gently peeled his clothes off of his bandages. They both tried to savor something that used to be so violent, now it was desperately gentle.
And when they sank into each other's body, they both had the same thought. It was like coming home.
To be continued......
Author: Mia
Rating: R
Summary: Set after 7.3, Spoilers for S7. W/T, B/S, X/A
Warning, this is my first fic, so please review!
I own nothing, ME and Fox own all!
Ch. 10
When Buffy's alarm went off, she rolled out of bed and shut it off. A yawning Spike rolled to the other side of the bed. She stood over him, and said seriously, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." And she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
He wasn't about to argue. He felt for the first time in forever, really rested. Like he had come home. He figured she just didn't want everyone to know he hadn't slept in the basement, after all.
Buffy went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and went downstairs to make a phone call. When she came back, Spike was laying exactly as she had left him, dozing again. She crawled back into bed, waking him, and he rolled to his side, looking at her oddly.
"Aren't you gonna get ready for work, Slayer?" he asked.
Buffy frowned. "No. I called into work, canceled my appointments. I'm exhausted, and I think we need to talk about why."
Spike stared at her, confused. She watched as realization dawned on him, and his face comically fell. "I snore, don't I? Oh God, how embarrassing!"
She giggled. "No, you don't snore. I had this, dream, I guess, and I need to run a theory by you."
"A dream or....A Dream?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She slapped his arm lightly. "No you big perv! I'm serious!"
"Okay! Okay!" Spike chuckled at her outrage. He propped himself up on his elbow, and she did the same.
Buffy relayed the dream as Spike listened. She stopped before she told him what his dream counterpart had told her.
"Look, before I launch into what the other Spike told me, I've got to tell you something that was sort of the same."
"Other than I am obviously your bitch wherever I go?" Spike asked.
Buffy frowned. "No, it's about when I came back. Part of the reason I was so depressed when we went on our little drinking binge was, I had gone to see Angel."
"Figures."
"ANYWAY," she continued, irritated, "we met for a whole day, evening to evening. There's a motel at this beach....It was great for a couple of hours. We laughed, we cried, I confessed to him about heaven, but then he let a little something slip. He said, 'I should have known the deal with the Powers that Be wouldn't let you stay dead.' I asked him what that meant, and he didn't want to tell me. Finally, I threatened to kick his ass." She paused.
"And?" Spike prompted.
She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "Do you remember that first Thanksgiving, when he snuck in to help with the Ind-, I mean Native Americans."
"Yes," Spike replied.
"Well, I went there to call him on it. And apparently, we had a day that didn't happen." Buffy still wasn't looking at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Apparently, a Mohra demon crashed our meeting and ran off. We took to the sewers to hunt it, and some of it's blood mixed with Angel's. It turned him human." She closed her eyes.
"We had one perfect day, that I don't remember. He had the Powers that Be take it back, because he wasn't Super-Guy anymore, and he couldn't protect me. The Oracles told him I would die, soon, if he was human. So without asking me, he erased it. What I remember is him killing the demon in his office. Just like he knew it was coming."
"He did it for you, pet..." Spike started.
"I was furious. He did exactly what my friends had done, took away my decision. I had no say. I'd have rather lived out my dreams and died, Spike. All Slayers have a short life. At least mine would have been happy. We had the worst fight. Didn't part on good terms." She turned back to face him
"What the other Spike told me, was that it did happen. Only on that perfect day, we conceived Dawn. She was still the Key, but Angel killed Ben, and I died to save the world and my daughter. Willow, Tara and you moved in to help Angel with the baby. I was still resurrected, Mom was still dead, Tara still got shot while watching Dawn with Willow, everything was pretty much the same, except for us. And you still had no soul."
Spike frowned. "I thought you said this was a dream?"
"I don't know," Buffy admitted. "It was more like visiting an alternate reality. It was so clear."
"But aren't your Slayer dreams that way?"
"No, they're more like big abstract puzzles." She turned back to him. "I think it was trying to tell me something." She stared at him.
Spike looked around, hoping that it would come to him, whatever she was thinking. When it dawned on him, he wished it hadn't.
"Bloody. Hell." He said vehemently. He stood up and started pacing. Buffy watched silently for a moment.
"You think I'm right, don't you? I mean, it makes sense, right?"
"More than you know, Slayer," he growled.
Buffy let the reality sink in as she laid in her bed. Angel was Dawn's father.
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After they were sure Dawn had gotten a ride from Janice and Willow had left for school, Buffy and Spike crept downstairs for some breakfast.
She poured milk in her cereal while Spike heated up a mug full of blood.
"It had to someone, you know. I mean she was made out of me, but she doesn't look like me. She has dark hair, she's going to be way taller. There had to be some extra genetic material, if she wasn't Mom and Dad's," Buffy remarked. "But I do wonder about the blue eyes."
Spike took a swig. "Peaches' mum."
"Huh?" Buffy asked.
"Angel's mum had blue eyes. Saw a watercolor, he burned quite a few when he lost his soul. Plus, your dad has blue eyes, so she had a fifty/fifty shot," he informed her.
"Wow, you know genetics." Buffy was impressed.
"I am kind of old, pet, " he said wryly. He wondered what she'd think of his poetry and his Oxford education.
"So what do you think happened?" she asked.
"My best guess? The monks were gonna have 10 months to make a little Key for you to protect, but when the Magnificent Pouf took the day back...they had to spend that time fashioning a sister. I bet they even sent the Mohra demon. So your daughter became your sister, they still got what they wanted. Should have bloody known.
"How could you have possibly known that..." she started to admonish him.
"Because now that you've told me....It's probably why I'm so damn protective of her. She smells like you, but there's something else. My sire. I can smell him, too. She's family as far as the demon can sense."
"I thought Dru was your sire," she wrinkled her nose.
"Technically, yeah, but the bond between the four of us was intense. He taught me how to be a vampire. Angelus liked to exchange blood when we'd...." he broke off, uncomfortable.
"Oh," Buffy said. Then suddenly she understood he meant...sex. Her eyes grew round. "OH," she said again.
Spike his eyes away from her. "Yeah, well...I should have known, but as soon as you said it, I knew it was true." He rubbed his forehead. "What do you want to tell Dawn? Are you gonna tell him?"
Buffy finished her breakfast, and went to rinse out her bowl. "I need to tell Dawn. I promised no more protecting her. But Angel- what is the point?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"Yeah, I doubt he'd run down here with Daddy impulses. He'd probably just brood himself sick anyway," Spike snickered at the thought.
Buffy shook her head and said, "I feel lazy, let's go back to sleep for awhile."
Spike smiled and followed her back upstairs.
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"These burns look better," she pulled his shirt back down. They sat on her bed.
"What are going to do about the whelp?" Spike asked.
Buffy sighed. "Talk it out, I guess. Bet he called in sick today, too." She looked at Spike, who had a serious look on his face,
"Buffy," he began, "I don't want to cause problems..."
She cut him off. "Look Spike, he's going to have to deal. Or not. It's really up to him. but I need to see what we have here. I'm willing to give you and me a clean slate, and he needs to respect that."
"A clean slate, huh?" He reached over to caress her cheek. She leaned into his caress, smiling. If his heart could beat, it WOULD break his chest, he thought. She was so beautiful.
"Yeah, a clean slate. Slayers aren't set up for the happy. I may not be around long, but I'll take what I can get." Spike could see the resolve in her hazel eyes. He pulled her into a hug.
"You're not going anywhere," he whispered into her hair. Buffy ran her hand over his back, and just let him hold her, enjoying her happy.
He pulled back a little, and pulled her chin up. "If it helps with Xander, I don't think that you could have stalled Angelus," he said seriously. "Although I do wish I'd have helped more, I feel so guilty."
Buffy shook her head. "Don't. If you'd have stayed, you'd have been killed, more than likely."
Puzzled he asked, "Why do say that?"
She smiled up at him, sadly. "Whistler told me that in the end, you're always alone. That was the point. I had to do it alone."
As he leaned down to kiss her beautiful mouth, he whispered, "You will never be alone again. I swear it."
Spike felt shivers as she moaned into his kiss. He eased her back on the bed, kissing her as tenderly as he could. Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes. They were smiling. He stroked her cheek and took an unnecessary breath.
"Yes," she said. And pulled him in for a deeper kiss. Both of their bodies lit fire with an urgency, but they fought to be gentle with each other for the first time. He pulled off her Yummy Sushi PJ's, she gently peeled his clothes off of his bandages. They both tried to savor something that used to be so violent, now it was desperately gentle.
And when they sank into each other's body, they both had the same thought. It was like coming home.
To be continued......