Disclaimers: All characters from the show do not belong to me – they come from head of Joss. Any others will be from head of me. Lyrics are sadly, not mine (I'd be rich) their by Dido and may be found on her album No Angel, or sampled on Stan by Eminem.
Summary: Set a few weeks after The Gift. Set around five weeks after The Gift. (Contains Spoilers) A member of the Scoobies is risen and they and the rest of the gang including Spike have to resolve issues around it. A B/S Shipper Fic.
Spoilers: Set after The Gift, so could reveal anything up to.
Rating: I've made it PG13, for purposes of future content.
Feedback: Please review and/or email me with your thoughts, its all very much appreciated.
Distribution: If you want to place it on your site, please mail me to ask. This is my own original writing and I'm sure no one in fan fic world would try rip me off!
Part 4 of Dream of Me.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why,
Got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window,
And I cant see at all.
And even if I could it would all be grey,
but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so…
bad.
Spike looked at his watch. 10:20. Not like he'd be able to go back to sleep now.
"May as well go and check on the little one, see how she's holding up."
He looked around, his crypt looked bare, except for her picture on his wall. He couldn't look at it. He grabbed his thick heavy duty black blanket, and the keys, and made his way undercover to the car.
"Bloody sun!" He to himself getting in, blowing the tip of his finger which had started to burn as he had got in. "Oh well, it's happened worse." He started the car, and pulled out.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Dawn guessed she hadn't eaten for about three days, and these corn flakes were turning her stomach.
"Buffy, I'm full."
"You've barely had a few mouthfuls, I know it's not exciting but you have to eat."
"I don't want anything." She flashed her sister one of those looks, a 'please don't make me' and it worked. Buffy nodded and took her bowl to the sink, as Dawn got up and walked into the living room.
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again,
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day ---
"Depressing bitch" Spike cursed turning the radio off. It hadn't helped in improving his mood, and he hadn't yet figured out how to change the channeland he couldnt find a decent tape.
Suddenly he stopped the car dead, right in the middle of the road.
He looked in the window. Someone was standing there. He'd past everyday since it had happened and no one had ever been there at this time. He checked his watch. 10:30am. Scoobies would only usually take Dawn there after school for things. Who was it? He blinked. Between the blacked out windows and the net curtains – he couldn't tell. 'What if someone's robbing them?' he thought. He pulled over the car, right in front of the house. Grabbed his blanket, and got out of the car, running for the door.
"Dawn I'm going upstairs, wait here and…"
Through the door ran Spike, they'd left it unlocked. He ran straight into her, they both crashed to the floor, her head just missing the stairs, Spike lying on top of her, his eyes meeting hers.
"What?" they both questioned simultaneously, neither quite knowing what had happened.
Sunlight was pouring in from the porch, Spike fumbled to get up, but Dawn was already on it, she ran and slammed the front door closed. Buffy just looked up at him. It had happened in seconds, she hadn't expected him to just burst in. Spike was standing over her now, looking at her astonished. 'Is she real? Am… Am I dreaming?'
'Spike. Great, perfect timing as usual.' Buffy thought to herself sarcastically. 'Really don't want to have to deal with this. What can I do? He's not saying anything.' She got up, pushing herself off the ground using her arms, then steadying herself on her feet.
Dawn just stood there, next to the door. Looking at both of them. It was quite a sight. He looked at her as if she were… a ghost. She looked at him like she'd rather be anywhere else in the world.
"Buffy?" He titled his head to look at her again.
"In the flesh."
Summary: Set a few weeks after The Gift. Set around five weeks after The Gift. (Contains Spoilers) A member of the Scoobies is risen and they and the rest of the gang including Spike have to resolve issues around it. A B/S Shipper Fic.
Spoilers: Set after The Gift, so could reveal anything up to.
Rating: I've made it PG13, for purposes of future content.
Feedback: Please review and/or email me with your thoughts, its all very much appreciated.
Distribution: If you want to place it on your site, please mail me to ask. This is my own original writing and I'm sure no one in fan fic world would try rip me off!
Part 4 of Dream of Me.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why,
Got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window,
And I cant see at all.
And even if I could it would all be grey,
but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so…
bad.
Spike looked at his watch. 10:20. Not like he'd be able to go back to sleep now.
"May as well go and check on the little one, see how she's holding up."
He looked around, his crypt looked bare, except for her picture on his wall. He couldn't look at it. He grabbed his thick heavy duty black blanket, and the keys, and made his way undercover to the car.
"Bloody sun!" He to himself getting in, blowing the tip of his finger which had started to burn as he had got in. "Oh well, it's happened worse." He started the car, and pulled out.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Dawn guessed she hadn't eaten for about three days, and these corn flakes were turning her stomach.
"Buffy, I'm full."
"You've barely had a few mouthfuls, I know it's not exciting but you have to eat."
"I don't want anything." She flashed her sister one of those looks, a 'please don't make me' and it worked. Buffy nodded and took her bowl to the sink, as Dawn got up and walked into the living room.
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again,
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day ---
"Depressing bitch" Spike cursed turning the radio off. It hadn't helped in improving his mood, and he hadn't yet figured out how to change the channeland he couldnt find a decent tape.
Suddenly he stopped the car dead, right in the middle of the road.
He looked in the window. Someone was standing there. He'd past everyday since it had happened and no one had ever been there at this time. He checked his watch. 10:30am. Scoobies would only usually take Dawn there after school for things. Who was it? He blinked. Between the blacked out windows and the net curtains – he couldn't tell. 'What if someone's robbing them?' he thought. He pulled over the car, right in front of the house. Grabbed his blanket, and got out of the car, running for the door.
"Dawn I'm going upstairs, wait here and…"
Through the door ran Spike, they'd left it unlocked. He ran straight into her, they both crashed to the floor, her head just missing the stairs, Spike lying on top of her, his eyes meeting hers.
"What?" they both questioned simultaneously, neither quite knowing what had happened.
Sunlight was pouring in from the porch, Spike fumbled to get up, but Dawn was already on it, she ran and slammed the front door closed. Buffy just looked up at him. It had happened in seconds, she hadn't expected him to just burst in. Spike was standing over her now, looking at her astonished. 'Is she real? Am… Am I dreaming?'
'Spike. Great, perfect timing as usual.' Buffy thought to herself sarcastically. 'Really don't want to have to deal with this. What can I do? He's not saying anything.' She got up, pushing herself off the ground using her arms, then steadying herself on her feet.
Dawn just stood there, next to the door. Looking at both of them. It was quite a sight. He looked at her as if she were… a ghost. She looked at him like she'd rather be anywhere else in the world.
"Buffy?" He titled his head to look at her again.
"In the flesh."