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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 5 of Dream of Me
His head still tilted he looked scrutinisingly at her. She had that same look on her face, he'd seen it so many times, when she was pissed off at him, didn't want him there. It was like she'd never been gone.
***
"What are you doing, Spike?"
"What you mean, what am I--?"
"Here. At this table. Talking to me. Like you and I are some kind of... talking buddies."
***
And so he stood there. Completely lost for words, just staring at her, lips slightly parted.
"Spike… Spike?"
He didn't hear her. Nothing was registering. This was impossible. They'd tried. They'd tried for days to bring her back. All of them. It had been their mission. What they had been so focused on, but they had failed. Their efforts went to waste, nothing had been able to revive her. Yet here she was. Standing in front him. 'This is a dream, it's a dream, I'm going to wake up…'
"SPIKE!" Buffy shouted, slapping him across the face. "Would you stop staring already?"
"Bloody hell Slayer!" Spike exclaimed, bringing his hand to his face, touching where here fingers had hit his skin. "Your back… for real?"
"What does it look like? You're still invited huh? Let me make a mental note to get that fixed, save my back some damage."
A look of pain registered on Spikes face. Her sharp remark had hurt him, she was at it already.
'His face, oh god his face, I hurt him. Shut up Buffy your meant to your good at it. But he looks so upset. Focus, you're a slayer. You hurt vamps, since you haven' dusted him, a bit of emotional stuff is fine. It's mean.'
'She's going to uninvite you again, you poof. Apologise!' Spike reminded himself to break the silence.
"Sorry about that.. it's just… I saw someone was here… and I didn't know… and…"
"Well now you know."
"Yeah. I guess, I guess I better be off then. Don't want to get in the way…"
"See you around." Buffy exhaled, turned and began to walk up the stairs. Spike watched her for a few seconds, then grabbed his blanket.
"Spike…" Dawn began. He just looked at her, placed the blanket over his head and ran out to the car. He wasn't staying there any longer.
However much he wanted to.
Buffy watched her sister go leave the living room. She stood at the top of the stairs, feeling beyond guilty. 'Do I… no Buffy, that's sad… You didn't even thank him. You heard what Dawn said. He took care of her and comforted her. Weird as that sounds. But he's Spike. Exactly.' Battling her inner self, Buffy stood staring at nothing, contemplating whether to go and speak to Spike before he drove off. She knew she didn't have much time, he wasn't the type to linger. Or was he? She didn't know anymore.
So slowly she walked down the stairs. Reaching for the front door handle, she paused… Til she heard the car start. She sprinted outside, she knew she couldn't let him leave now.
SCREEEEEEECH. Spike stopped the car, just missing Buffy's bare foot.
"What the hell is she doing?" he said out loud.
Buffy stood, hands sprawled out on the front of the car, feet on the road, with the little stones between her toes, and suddenly wondered what she was doing. Questioned her self on what the hell she intended on saying. She couldn't even see him.
She walked around to the passenger door. Opening the door and getting in quickly, to stop any sunlight. 'Why do I care?' she asked herself. Easily answered. Its Spike.
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 5 of Dream of Me
His head still tilted he looked scrutinisingly at her. She had that same look on her face, he'd seen it so many times, when she was pissed off at him, didn't want him there. It was like she'd never been gone.
***
"What are you doing, Spike?"
"What you mean, what am I--?"
"Here. At this table. Talking to me. Like you and I are some kind of... talking buddies."
***
And so he stood there. Completely lost for words, just staring at her, lips slightly parted.
"Spike… Spike?"
He didn't hear her. Nothing was registering. This was impossible. They'd tried. They'd tried for days to bring her back. All of them. It had been their mission. What they had been so focused on, but they had failed. Their efforts went to waste, nothing had been able to revive her. Yet here she was. Standing in front him. 'This is a dream, it's a dream, I'm going to wake up…'
"SPIKE!" Buffy shouted, slapping him across the face. "Would you stop staring already?"
"Bloody hell Slayer!" Spike exclaimed, bringing his hand to his face, touching where here fingers had hit his skin. "Your back… for real?"
"What does it look like? You're still invited huh? Let me make a mental note to get that fixed, save my back some damage."
A look of pain registered on Spikes face. Her sharp remark had hurt him, she was at it already.
'His face, oh god his face, I hurt him. Shut up Buffy your meant to your good at it. But he looks so upset. Focus, you're a slayer. You hurt vamps, since you haven' dusted him, a bit of emotional stuff is fine. It's mean.'
'She's going to uninvite you again, you poof. Apologise!' Spike reminded himself to break the silence.
"Sorry about that.. it's just… I saw someone was here… and I didn't know… and…"
"Well now you know."
"Yeah. I guess, I guess I better be off then. Don't want to get in the way…"
"See you around." Buffy exhaled, turned and began to walk up the stairs. Spike watched her for a few seconds, then grabbed his blanket.
"Spike…" Dawn began. He just looked at her, placed the blanket over his head and ran out to the car. He wasn't staying there any longer.
However much he wanted to.
Buffy watched her sister go leave the living room. She stood at the top of the stairs, feeling beyond guilty. 'Do I… no Buffy, that's sad… You didn't even thank him. You heard what Dawn said. He took care of her and comforted her. Weird as that sounds. But he's Spike. Exactly.' Battling her inner self, Buffy stood staring at nothing, contemplating whether to go and speak to Spike before he drove off. She knew she didn't have much time, he wasn't the type to linger. Or was he? She didn't know anymore.
So slowly she walked down the stairs. Reaching for the front door handle, she paused… Til she heard the car start. She sprinted outside, she knew she couldn't let him leave now.
SCREEEEEEECH. Spike stopped the car, just missing Buffy's bare foot.
"What the hell is she doing?" he said out loud.
Buffy stood, hands sprawled out on the front of the car, feet on the road, with the little stones between her toes, and suddenly wondered what she was doing. Questioned her self on what the hell she intended on saying. She couldn't even see him.
She walked around to the passenger door. Opening the door and getting in quickly, to stop any sunlight. 'Why do I care?' she asked herself. Easily answered. Its Spike.