AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Spike bids his woman goodbye. Almost a sad fic.
SPOILER: Very, very minor S4
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Sunnyhell list archives - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: Bloody Hell. Joss owns these characters and I don't. Lil' Spike be all mine though. So there. Oh, and I truly forget who the song belongs to, but it isn't me. Oh wait! It's Jimi Hendrix. Knew I'd remember.
DEDICATION: To Nightbird, 'cause I did her challenge twice g. Oh, and to irony, because 'Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely' played twice as I wrote this. How do you like that?
//She's just a night bird flying through the night
She's just a night bird making her midnight, midnight flight
She's flying down to me
But tomorrow I got to set her free
Set her free
So all we got baby is one precious night
All we got is one precious night
Throw your blues and shoes and things and rings down under the bed
Just wrap me up in your beautiful wings
You better hear what I say
Please take me through your dreams
Inside your world I want to be
Until tomorrow no tears will be shed
Hold on till the sun gets out of bed
Sail on
Sail on
Sail on . . .\\
She's dying, and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.
We've been a couple goin' on ten years now, the Witch and I. Even had us a son a few years back, Jonathon Giles. I call him Spike Jr. and she lets me.
The Watcher wanted me to take her back to Sunnydale and let her die with her family. Bloody Hell. Spike Jr. and me, we're her family. They're just her friends. Buffy and Angel and Giles and Anya and Xander and Faith, they're friends. The Witch and me, we were blood.
She's going, I can feel her breath leaving her body. I'm lying with her and she's crying even though she promised me she wouldn't. Little Spike's asleep on top of her feet, his four year old fingers wrapped tightly around the big toe of her left foot as though if he can keep that grip on her, he can keep her around. He may be small, but he knows she's leavin' us.
She runs a hand weakly over my hair and manages what she can of a smile. "I love you both," she promises, and then she's gone.
I haven't told the boy yet, but I'm sendin' him to live with the Slayer and the Poof. They've got quite a brood of their own by now and they'll treat him like one of the gang, my son'll never be an outsider there.
And he would here. He'd be the bastard son of the Witch and her crazed vampire who tried to work with the Council and they slammed the damn door in his face. Not for my son. No way.
I didn't expect him to take the goodbye so well, but he did. Told me to tell his mom he loved her and got on the plane just like Willow would've. I'm proud to have been able to call him my boy, even if it was only for a bit.
I think the Slayer knew when she boarded the plane with Spike Jr. that she'd never see me again, but she never said a word. She just wiped her tears away and began telling my boy about her son Robbie and all the video games he had.
I came home to the empty lair with every intention of keepin' my date with the sunrise. No bloody way was I wastin' away without her. I couldn't do that, not after all we've shared.
I put on me best leather pants, the ones she loved to peel from my skin, and my favorite duster and headed out. The hike up the mountain took awhile, but I barely felt the time go by. I sat on the cliff and waited, and when the sun approached, I held open my arms and raised my chest.
And when she appeared before me with her arms wide open, I embraced her and faded into nothingness.
