Title: Bonds - part four (final part)
Author: Adora_Vampiress
Rating: I'm not sure. There is a "hell" in it. If you are allowed to watch Buffy, this fic shouldn't be a problem. If someone knows how to rate fanfics, could you pleae let me know? This not knowing is irritating. I once had a guide, but somehow my mom deleted it and it can't be retrieved. *grmbl*
Disclaimer: The characters from the show "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" or "Angel: The Series" are not mine. They all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and lots of other people, me excluded. I only use them to
make Siobhan and Clare happy (did I succeed?)
Feedback: yes please! But be gentle, it's my first fanfic! Email me at Adora_Vampiress@hotmail.com
Dedicated to: Siobhan, who set the challenge.
Distribution: If you'd like to have it, email me and ask for it!
Summary: This is my answer to a challenge set by Siobhan. The challenge is this:
Must include
- Spike/Buffy not necessarily in a romantic way but preferably
- Spoilers must not go past Listening To Fear and The Trials
- Buffy finding out about Spike stealing her ahem clothing from her room
- Joyce being slightly better - as in Buffy can leave her side but she's still sick
- Buffy walking in on Spike talking to the dummy of her
Must include some of these
- A teddy to cheer someone up
- A rose
- Buffy and Spike slaying together
- A book
- Some kind of bonding between Buffy and Spike
Thought are put between a pair of these: thought
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"Hi mom, how are you feeling today?" Buffy said as she put a rose in the vase that stood on the table next to Joyce's bed.
"Not too well," Joyce replied. "I'm very tired."
Buffy wrinkled her nose in concern.
"Don't worry, it's just been a busy day, with lots of people visiting. I'm sure I'll be fine after a good night's sleep," Joyce tried to comfort her.
"Hmm," Buffu looked unconvinced.
"Really. Rest will fix me up totally. Trust me." It sounded firm.
"Okay, if you say so."
"Thanks for the rose. It's really beautiful," Joyce changed the subject.
"I'm glad you like it. Willow helped me pick it out after school."
"How are things going at school?" Joyce asked interestedly.
"Oh, it's going okay." The answer came a bit too quickly.
"Buffy... are you lying to me?" Joyce said in a slightly threatening tone of voice.
Buffy forced herself to look straight into her mother's eyes.
"Everything is alright. Promise."
Joyce's face cleared.
"Okay, I'm glad to hear it. I've been worrying about you."
Buffy sat down on her mother's bed and leaned back against Joyce.
"And I about you," she whispered hoarsly.
"How's the slaying going?" Joyce wanted to know as she put her arms around her daughter.
"Oh, it's going quite alright. It's the only thing that can keep me from worrying about you too much."
A knock on the door disturbed their conversation. It was the head nurse.
"I'm sorry, but you have to go home now. Your mother had a busy day, she needs to rest."
Buffy kissed her mom and smiled.
"Sleep well. I'll come back tomorrow to see how you are doing."
"Okay," Joyce answered. "Sleep well yourself."
Buffy nodded and waved from outside the door.
As she waved at the nurses, Buffy pulled her coat a little tighter. She hated lying to her mom. But somehow she felt she had to. It was bad enough that her mom was in hospital and wouldn't come out of it anymore. Buffy didn't want her worrying about her as well. No, she'd done the right thing in not telling her mom about school. She had been a wreck at school that day. She hadn't slept well at all that night. Not after that dream, that woke her up, sweating and screaming. She hadn't slept after that. She couldn't stop thinking about that dream. It was just too weird. Why on earth would Spike have a dummy that looked like her? He hated her guts, didn't he? But still, the dream just wouldn't let her go. She had gone over every detail a million times in her head. In the end she had just dismissed it as a crazy dream, nothing more. But still she didn't feel comfortable about it. What if the dream did mean something? She was quite sure Spike hated her guts, as she hated his, but she still wasn't positively sure. After all, he had actually listened to her when she had told him about her mom, and he had even tried to comfort her.
It can't be true, it can't be. Spike could never love me... right?
With these thoughts in her head she reached her home. She walked in and closed the door without a sound. As she slowly walked upstairs she decided to take a nice, long, warm bath and to get some sleep after that. She opened the door to her bedroom to get her pyjama's, but stopped with a start when she saw a man in a long leather coat standing near her closet, bent over one of the drawers.
Oh my god! My underwear-drawer!
She quickly took a stake out of her pocket and dropped her bag. Then she said:
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
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Oh, get out of my head!
It was of no use. The more he growled and begged her to go away, the more he thought about her.
Spike growled and got out of bed. He walked to the door to see whether it was dark or not. He wanted to get out of his crypt. Wanted to get his dream out of his head. As he put on his duster and dashed out into the pale moonlight the thoughts of the dream came back.
You blithering idiot! Why are you even worrying about this? It's not as if you would ever do such a thing! Buy a dummy that looks like the Slayer and talk to it as if it were the real thing. Ha, never.
But still, he couldn't let go.
He walked and walked, not knowing where he was going. When he finally lifted his eyes from the ground he had been staring at, he realized he had ended up in front of the Slayer's house. For a moment he stood there in doubt, not knowing whether to go in or walk away. The next moment he was up the wall, climbing towards Buffy's bedroom window.
Never locks her window, does she? Tsk, tsk, not very smart. Not for a Slayer.
He got inside and looked around. No need to switch on the lights, he could see enough by the light of the moon.
Buffy's bed wasn't made. In fact, it was a big mess. There were clothes lying on it, and also books. One of those books was quite big, and the cover was red leather with a golden line on it. He walked towards it and picked it up. As he started to leaf through it, he realized it was a photo-album. He sat down on the bed, giving some of the pictures a closer look. Ah, there was a picture of the Slayer and her friends. Giles looked into the camera a bit awkwardly, as if he wasn't feeling comfortable among the youngsters.
Probably used his camera. Afraid they would break it, I'm sure.
Droopy-boy looked very happy, and Spike knew exactly why when he saw that his arm was around Buffy's shoulders. He softly growled. It was a very good thing for the boy that he had met that ex-demon. He wouldn't have lived if he would have kept drooling after the Slayer. Not wanting to think of it anymore, Spike quickly turned the page.
The next picture had Willow and Buffy in it. It was a sunny day, most probably late summer, and Buffy and Willow were eating icecreams. They had short flowery dresses on, and seemed to be flirting with the camera. He took the edge of the photograph between his fingers, ready to rip it out of the photo-album, but immediately the dream came back. He let go and went on to look at the next picture, the last one in the book.
It was a photograph of the Slayer and her mom. They looked very happy, Joyce standing behind Buffy, her arms wrapped around her daughter, her face cheek to cheek with Buffy's.
When was this picture taken? I don't remember this.
He threw the photo album aside and looked around. Without knowing what he was looking for, he started to rummage through Buffy's clothes. He opened a drawer and grinned. He took a shiny object out of it, and held it up in the moonlight.
Oo, sexy! Very nice indeed, Slayer. Never thought you would wear thongs.
He dropped the silk piece of underwear and grabbed a new one. It was red and had red roses embroidered on it. He was about to put it in his pocket when he heard a voice say:
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
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She watched as he swayed around, hiding something behind his back.
"Oh, hi Slayer, didn't hear you come in. I ws a bit busy inspecting your err... undergarments. Nice choice of knickers, I must say. But you could wash them a bit better, they smell awful."
"Thanks for the tip. Now get out before I stake you."
"Oh, why?" He looked at her with a smirk on his face. "It was just getting interesting."
He looked her up and down slowly, and had very much trouble hiding a smile when he saw her squirm.
"So, which set are you wearing today, Slayer? Something everyday, white and big, or something with only a bit of fabric and lots of lace?"
Buffy flushed and glared, but said nothing.
"From your reaction, I guess it's sexy. Hmm... I'd love to see that. Feel like..."
"Shut up Spike!" Buffy interrupted him, not wanting to hear what he no doubt would propose.
"That's a pity," the vampire shrugged. He looked around, slowly lifting his hand to his pocket, trying to put the red underwear in his pocket.
Buffy opened her door, and put a stake to Spike's heart.
"Leave. Now. And leave my underwear here." She held out her hand.
The peroxide-blonde vampire cursed under his breath, throwing the red underpants in Buffy's opened hand, dashing out of the door without a word.
Buffy slammed the door shut and walked towards her window. She could see a shadow walk out of the street. As soon as he was around the corner, she turned back and looked at the piece of silk in her hand. She couldn't help the tears streaming down her face, as she tried frantically to stop laughing.
Thanks Spike, for giving me the best day I've had in weeks.