Title: "Given the Chance" Part 4 The Aftermath

Title: "Given the Chance" Part 4 The Aftermath

Author: Doctor Strangelove

Rating: PG-13 for language.

Spoiler: "Spiral"

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the Slayer Sheeva, but she's not in this fic, so it doesn't really matter.

Feedback: Sure, why not.

Notes: All previous notes still apply. Oh, and if was the fic "If Only's" that inspired me.

"Buffy, I-"

She plunged the stake into my chest and there was a flash of white light.

"-love you."

"Spike?"

I looked around me. White marble. Bright light. Gold people.

I groaned, "Oh, shit, you guys again."

"Yes."

I pushed myself off of the ground, "You two must really love tampering with people's lives," The male shrugged, "So what now? More choices? Do I get to ruin some more lives?"

"No, Spike, we've come to tell you that you've broken the rules of our agreement."

"What agreement?"

"You were supposed to live with the Slayer and she would think she was happy. You broke her heart and sent her to Angel. That destroyed the reality."

"Hey, guess what? That reality shouldn't even exist! It's just some stupid thing you two created to screw up insignificant lesser beings lives. So, you know what I say? Fuck you and damn reality! I'm so sorry I messed up you two getting your jollies from ruining my un-life! Good gag, though. Givin' me a choice that's not really a choice. Very fun! Wankers." Okay, this is no longer Spike's POV.

Spike turned around and walked towards the entrance to the Mortal Realm, "Spike, wait," he flipped them off.

There was a flash off light as Spike left and The Powers that Be looked at each other, "Well, that didn't go well."

The other shook her head, "No, it didn't, but perhaps there's a way we can make this up to him."

The male gave a knowing smile, "Perhaps."

"Buffy, you have to wake up!"

I shook my head and looked up, "Willow?"

"You're awake!"

"Yeah."

"Oh, I've gotta tell the others!" Willow ran into the gas station and left me alone. Well, not exactly alone. Across the street I could see Spike smoking a cigarette.

I stood up and walked over to him. While in that trance state I had the weirdest dream. These golden people gave Spike the chance to change the entire outcome of history. His happiness or mine. Predictably, he chose his, but then he tried making it all better by making me happy. That's when I woke up.

"Spike?"

He looked at me, "You're awake."

"Yeah. We've gotta go."

Spike threw his cigarette on the ground, "You don't need me."

"We need you," I held his hand in mine, "I need you. We gotta save the world."

"We gotta save Dawn."

I smiled, "Yeah, we do," I squeezed his hand, "Come on, let's go."

Sure it was just a dream, but a Slayer's dreams are usually prophetic. And, for some reason, it seems like something Spike would do if he were given the chance. Maybe he's not such a bad guy.

The end.