When Things Happen, Chapter 3

By Jasmine Storm

From "Tabula Rasa" through "Wrecked."  It's not perfectly in time with the episodes, but I did my best to keep it as close as I could. 

This is my first attempt at a Buffy story, I hope that I did a good job.  Please, read and review and let me know what you think.  And if you want to comment, e-mail me directly at:

jsmnstrm@aol.com

Thanks

Jasmine

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            Buffy sat with the Scoobies in the Magic shop, going over more research on demons, and she felt like her head was about to explode.  She didn't want to think about Spike.  Anything to keep from thinking about him.  You weren't thinking of Giles, and you know it, her thoughts rang out.  Had she been alone, she would have smacked herself in the head for such a thought.  She instead focused on the diamond they were researching.   

            The phone rang, and Buffy jumped up to answer it.  "Magic Shop," She said into the receiver. 

            A deep voice replied.  "I need to see you,"  it said.

            "Who is this?"  She asked.

            "Meet me in the cemetery in twenty minutes," he said.

            "Is this Spike?"

            "Be there, Slayer." 

            "Is this Spike?"  She said again. 

            The voice on the other end let out an annoyed sigh.  "Bloody Hell!  Yeah, it's me."

            "What's this about?"

            "Bumps and grinds," he replies.

            "That's sick!"  She snapped back at him. 

            "Well, I was wanting to talk shop with you love, but if you're interested in something else, a candlelit crypt can be arranged."  His voice was thick with something she hadn't ever heard in it before, and it was not something she wanted to hear more of. 

            With that, Buffy slammed the phone back on the wall.  She walked back to the group, and Xander looked up at her.

            "What did peroxide brain want?" 

            She shook her head, her face looking pale and nervous.  "I don't know," she said as she sat back down.  "Let's get back to work, shall we?" 

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            As they all left, Buffy started off on a short patrol of the area, letting Xander, Anya, and Dawn go back home.  Willow had left early, to take Amy, who was now w/o rat body, out for a night on the town.  Buffy didn't get far, though.  Spike leapt out of a shadow, glaring down at her. 

            "You didn't show, Slayer," he said, glaring at her.

            "Get out of my way," she replied, trying to get away from him. 

            "No," he said, getting closer to her.  "All this time, I thought there was something wrong with me, but now I know."

            "What do you think you know?"

            "It's you, it's all you.  You're the one that's different, not me, love.  You're the one that's dead inside, not me.  I thought my chip was broken, but it's not, it's all you," Spike said, lurking toward her.

            "What the Hell are you talking about?"

            "You're not human anymore," he said, drawing his fist back and punching her square in the jaw. 

            Buffy jerked back, returning with a punch of her own.  "What the Hell?"

            "Part of you is still dead, it's not human anymore," he said as he punched her back.

            The two of them began to brawl, each one throwing and kicking each other as hard as they could.  Buffy threw Spike through an abandon building's door, and charged in after him.

            "You're wrong," she snapped back at him. 

            "Then how come I'm not screaming in agony?"  He snapped back, tossing her into a pillar. 

            She spat back in his face, kicking him off her.  "I'm still human, it's you who's insane." 

            He landed with a thud on the far wall.  "Don't think so, love,"  he spat back as he launched himself at her, slamming her into a wall.

            Their banter continued back and forth as they tossed each other into the walls of the building, the walls crumbling around them as they fought.  Each throw slammed the other person so hard into the dilapidated building, a fleeting thought ran through Buffy's mind that the building might just collapse around them both. 

            "I'm in love with you, damnit!"  Spike snapped at her as she threw him into what looked like an old mantle. 

            "You're in love with pain," she snapped back, not allowing the words to register in her mind.  I'm in love with you damnit!  No matter how hard she tried, the words rang out in her brain like a broken record. 

            He launched at her again, throwing her into another pillar, pinning her against the wall.  For a moment, his eyes filled with something other than anger at her, but she shoved him away from her, slamming him into the wall. 

            And then it happened. 

            She looked into his eyes, and she could see the love there, she could see his need, his desire, his want for her, and she could feel her own stirring inside her.  She pressed herself against him, her lips locking around his, their bodies pressed harder against each other than they ever had before. 

            He raised her up in his arms, pushing her back against the pillar, holding her to him as his lips began to ravage hers.  Their kissing revealed both their desperate needs for one another, their wanton cravings, their desperate desires pulling them into one another's arms, finally. 

            She could feel him pressed against her, his whole body shoved against her tiny form, his desire pressing into her abdomen.  And she liked it. 

            His lips ravaged her face, her neck, her shoulders, any part of her that he could make contact with, and she did the same to him.  Had the flames of passion been real, both of them would have been dead in moments, the fire between them so strong and desperate. 

            He shifted her up in his arms, her chest almost level with his head as his body grinded into hers.  Her head rocked back against the pillar as he found a way beneath her clothes, revealing her delicate skin.  The touch of his hands against her stomach and hips nearly sent her reeling over the edge of consciousness right then.  She rolled her head back against the cool concrete as she felt him enter her.  Not slowly, not gently, either. 

            The heat of his skin inside her made her cry out in pure ecstasy, her body automatically grinding against his.  They were no longer in this dilapidated building, but instead somewhere else, somewhere far away from Sunnydale and vampires and demons and all that was wrong with the world.  For the moment, it was as if they were in Heaven.  They're together, and all that felt good, right and beautiful was hers and his for the taking, together. 

            Their bodies shifted and rocked against the pillar, and the moans that escaped her lips drove him harder, and his moans made her quiver and grind against him.  All either of them wanted to do was bring the other to that pinnacle of happiness, that pinnacle of peace and joy. 

            Together in unison, they both cried out, their bodies shifting and contracting at the same moment, that one fateful moment that they had been trying to reach.  Their orgasms brought them both to a higher plane of existence, if briefly for a moment, back into the Heaven that Buffy had been snagged from, that same Heaven that Spike would never see in his immortal life.  And they both knew it. 

            Buffy lowered her head and looked into his eyes.  She saw the love there, the pure, complete love there that she had seen in his eyes so many times before but refused to recognize. 

            In her eyes, Spike saw the Heaven that he always wanted to reach, that pure level of unconditional passion, joy, and love, all in one glance.  He saw that she loved him in a way he had never imagined, in a way that he had never comprehended before, and in that one moment, he felt complete and alive in a way that he never had, even when he was alive. 

            Buffy looked at him, pushing away from the pillar, her legs still wrapped around him, and they hurled through the air into the floor.  But they didn't stop at the floor, they fell through, falling into the basement of the building, the walls and ceiling crashing down around them, still, neither one caring at that moment if the whole building crashed down on top of them. 

            Buffy shifted, bringing her mouth down on top of his, and the two of them began again, this time, a tiny bit slower, but not much, as their flames of love were instantly rejuvenated. 

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            Buffy awoke, her body nude, pressed against Spike's in the dilapidated basement.  A tattered blanket covered the both of them, and at that moment, she felt complete, a kind of completeness that she had never felt before.  In her mind, instantly she felt that she was in the place where she needed to be, for the rest of eternity. 

            Then she awoke enough to realize where she was, and what she had been doing.  She bolted upright out of the bed, looking around to find her clothing scattered around the room, and a strange shiver of revulsion filled her.  She leapt out of the bed and instantly began dressing. 

            As she ran around the room, throwing her clothing on, she could see Spike's form on the floor.  For the briefest of moments, she stopped and stared at him.  Stared at his cool pale skin, the definition in his shoulders, his arms and his stomach.  He's beautiful, her mind told her, he's beautiful, kind, gentle, passionate, and he's in love with you… She shook her head and finished dressing.

            While she did, Spike awoke, blinking and staring up at her.  "Where do you think you're going?" 

            "Home, I'm going home.  I'm sure Dawn is worried sick about me." She said as she put her shoes on.

            "Without even saying anything to me?"

            "Why?  This won't ever happen again!  It's not going to!  And it will never be spoken about again!" She snapped at him.

            Spike stared at her, his eyes filling with an evil grin.  "I won't have to."

            She stared at him, standing rather close to the edge of the make-shift bed.  He grabbed her, pulling her down on top of him, his passion re-ignited, kissing her desperately.  She resisted at first, not wanting to let the primal feelings he drummed up in her ignite, but they did nonetheless, and she collapsed on top of him, returning his kiss.  She didn't want to leave him, but she knew she had to.

            "Dawn," she managed to whisper, breaking away from him.  "I have to get home to Dawn.  She's probably…"  She murmured as he slowly began to release her.  She stood up, pulling back from him, and walking away from his body, even though every part of her being wanted to stay and never leave again. 

            "Only for nibblet," Spike whispered, as he watched her climb out of the basement. 

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            Spike barely was able to make it back to his crypt before the sun came up fully.  He walked in, seeing his candlelit crypt, the wax burned down to the nub, the rose petals still sitting on the bed.  The music had long since shut off, and he smirked at himself. 

            "Not exactly what I had planned, but it was good," he said as he began cleaning up his crypt. 

            At dusk, Spike was awakened by Buffy standing over him, her face pale, her eyes wide.  He jerked up at her.  "What," he muttered, pulling the covers back, revealing his nakedness again to her. 

            She spun around, her hands covering her eyes.  "Don't you sleep in anything ever?" 

            "Thought you'd be used to the site by now, luv," he muttered.  "What's going on?" 

            Buffy quickly spilled out what had happened, Willow had run off with Dawn, and was now missing.  And Willow had been seeing Rack, some witch…  But that's all Buffy had to say. 

            Spike was up, and dressed in the blink of an eye.  "We have to find her."  They both bolted out of the crypt. 

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            They walk the streets of Sunnydale, barely speaking to one another, as they look for Rack's place.  

            Spike had explained to Buffy how he had a mobile place, and that one had to be a witch to find it.  As he explained, Buffy's anger seethed in her, she was ready to beat Willow even more with every step she took. 

            Spike seemed to be loving every step he took with her, slowly bating her with short innuendos about last night, and she nearly beat him.  Had Buffy not needed him to help her find Dawn, she probably would have. 

            "You can't help it, Slayer, you need me," he said to her, his voice still cockey and filled with leer. 

            "I need you like I need a bullet in the head," Buffy spat back to him. 

            "You need me more than you know," his voice dropped, and he glanced at her.  "I'm in your blood now, Slayer, you need me like I need blood." 

            "I don't need anything!"  She snapped back at him.  Her mind suddenly filled with the images and feelings of him.  His body, his skin, his touch.  She shook her head, brushing off the thoughts.  I can't, I can't do this to myself.  I have to find Dawn.  I have to.   She tried not to look at the vampire next to her.  Each time she did, she felt her own passions re-igniting all over again, and that was not what she needed now. 

            They continued on their way, Spike being decent enough not to say anymore about last night.  He didn't have to.  He knew he was under her skin.  He could tell.  And that was enough for him.  She'll admit it soon enough, he thought to himself, she has to, or she'll go insane

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Epilogue

            Buffy sat in her room, staring at the garlic plastered around the windows.  She gripped the cross in her hand with a death grip.  He's not getting me, he's not getting in here. 

            Dawn was staying at the hospital for the night for observation, but the doctors didn't see why she couldn't come home in the morning.  She had a broken rib, but other than that, she was fine. 

            She and Willow had quite a conversation when they got home.  Willow promised no more spells.  'You push things to far, and you just don't know what you're doing,' Willow had said.   Something like that, anyway.  But it was enough.  Enough for Buffy.  It hit her hard.  Harder than she realized. 

            She closed her eyes, still holding the cross and leaned back into her bed.  Heaven was getting farther and farther away.  And she wasn't going to let him in.  She wasn't. Not now, not again, not ever.  No matter how close to Heaven she felt with him. 

            No matter what things happen.