Title: Strange Love
Rating: PG, just cause I rate everything that...
Pairing: Dawn/Spike mostly friendship, hints at Buffy/Spike
Spoilers: None really, slight hints at "The Gift", but nothing serious
A/N: Thanks to Sarah Brightman for having a wonderful song called Strange Love... :)
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Strange Love -::- Part Two
He's sleeping, the soft breath of habit lulling me away to a world where this terrible thing
hasn't happened. But it has and it will. He held my hand when the police wanted to talk to
me. He kissed my forehead as soon as they were gone, telling me I had been so brave.
What was so brave about losing her again?
He fell asleep on the couch, the cruel rays of the morning sun creeping over the back of
the couch. I close the curtains and sit beside the couch. His sorrow filled face is inches
from mine. I cry. He starts to whimper. He's slept here many times before and he doesn't
move, he's dead as dead can be when he sleeps.
He's awake now, tears filling his eyes, he's cursing in languages I've never even heard of.
Taking his hands in mine and I press my lips to his cold trembling cheek. I know what he
saw, I saw it too. She was part of me, even more so when she came back, I could feel the
sword through her chest, the rope around her neck, the poison on her tongue. I felt it even
though it never happened.
It was just a car. A car. A simple man made object that killed the Slayer. Spike's arms fold
around my body and he lifts me effortlessly on to the couch into his arms. We sat like that
for a long time. He kissed my hair and I held him as if someone would take him away. It
wasn't an unjust fear. I knew it would happen, it was only a matter of time before the
government showed up here to drag me away and leave him standing here alone.
"Shhh, baby..."
"Spike, they are going to come and take you away from me."
"I won't let you go Dawn. Never."
He pulls me away from his chest to look him in the eyes. I'm crying and trembling and he's
looking for all the world as if he were drowning in my tears. He kisses me, not the soft
chaste kisses that he's placed on my skin before. It's a promise granted only to my lips
that we will stay together now that we are all the other has.
There is a knock at the door and I jump. He claps his hand over my mouth, holding back the
sobs that threaten to overtake me.
"Dawn, listen to me. We don't know that it is them, they have to give us warning."
I nod and he moves to the door, the spell Willow did before she died guards him from the
pale sunlight that filters through the door. The postman hands him a package and he
thanks him before moving back to me on the couch. I take one look at his lovely face and I
know everything is about to change.
"Pack up my little nibblet, they are on their way."
He takes me up the stairs and helps me pack my favorite clothes and some shoes. I take
some of my things but he tells me that we need to leave the house as if it was lived in. It
would throw them off for a few days. I pack Buffy's diaries and he comforts me when the
tears get to be to much.
"We are almost out." He says.
He makes me lie on his bed and I watch him pack his favorite things and watch him pull out
a suitcase of money. He tells me not to worry about where it came from and I fall asleep
as he keeps packing things we might need.
Dreams take hold of me and I'm screaming as they drag him from the house. Willow's spell
is broken and he's burning in the sunshine. His body turns to dust as some one holds me
back. I scream his name and he calls to me. He fades to dust, his hands still reaching out
for me.
"Dawn..."
He's holding me, hands on my face, he's soothing me with his voice, telling me I was only
dreaming. He lays down beside me, cradling me closely to his own cold body. He tells me
that as soon as it's dark we are leaving. Leaving Sunnydale for good. He tells me that we
can stop by the graveyard and say goodbye before we go.
I cry myself to sleep in his arms.
We say goodbye to the scoobies, nothing more than stone markers of people who once
were. We left magic flowers Tara taught me to make once, as soon as the sun rises they
will disapear. He heads out, killing two vamps on our way out of town.
We climb into the DeSoto and he locks the doors up tight. He turns to me and I can almost
hear my heart crumbling. We are leaving the only home I've ever really known and I'm
saying goodbye to everything I thought I knew.
"We'll make it sweet pea."
He only calls me sweet pea when I'm scared. "How do you know?"
He reaches out and kisses my forehead, "I've got you babe."
I lean closer and he cradles the back of my neck in his hand, "Where to?"
He rests his cheek on my hair, "I don't know, L.A. maybe, New York? London?"
"Anywhere but here." I whisper.
"Anywhere with you," He corrects.
I slide over and snuggle as close to him as I can get. He pulls me in and starts out, heading
for the open road. His body grows warm under my touch, his hand holding me close against
him.
"Anywhere with you, together?" I whisper, I know it's a dumb question but I need to know.
"I'll go where ever you will go." His lips on my forehead, a place claimed for his affection.
"Because you promised?"
"Because I need you. I need this strange love."
Rating: PG, just cause I rate everything that...
Pairing: Dawn/Spike mostly friendship, hints at Buffy/Spike
Spoilers: None really, slight hints at "The Gift", but nothing serious
A/N: Thanks to Sarah Brightman for having a wonderful song called Strange Love... :)
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Strange Love -::- Part Two
He's sleeping, the soft breath of habit lulling me away to a world where this terrible thing
hasn't happened. But it has and it will. He held my hand when the police wanted to talk to
me. He kissed my forehead as soon as they were gone, telling me I had been so brave.
What was so brave about losing her again?
He fell asleep on the couch, the cruel rays of the morning sun creeping over the back of
the couch. I close the curtains and sit beside the couch. His sorrow filled face is inches
from mine. I cry. He starts to whimper. He's slept here many times before and he doesn't
move, he's dead as dead can be when he sleeps.
He's awake now, tears filling his eyes, he's cursing in languages I've never even heard of.
Taking his hands in mine and I press my lips to his cold trembling cheek. I know what he
saw, I saw it too. She was part of me, even more so when she came back, I could feel the
sword through her chest, the rope around her neck, the poison on her tongue. I felt it even
though it never happened.
It was just a car. A car. A simple man made object that killed the Slayer. Spike's arms fold
around my body and he lifts me effortlessly on to the couch into his arms. We sat like that
for a long time. He kissed my hair and I held him as if someone would take him away. It
wasn't an unjust fear. I knew it would happen, it was only a matter of time before the
government showed up here to drag me away and leave him standing here alone.
"Shhh, baby..."
"Spike, they are going to come and take you away from me."
"I won't let you go Dawn. Never."
He pulls me away from his chest to look him in the eyes. I'm crying and trembling and he's
looking for all the world as if he were drowning in my tears. He kisses me, not the soft
chaste kisses that he's placed on my skin before. It's a promise granted only to my lips
that we will stay together now that we are all the other has.
There is a knock at the door and I jump. He claps his hand over my mouth, holding back the
sobs that threaten to overtake me.
"Dawn, listen to me. We don't know that it is them, they have to give us warning."
I nod and he moves to the door, the spell Willow did before she died guards him from the
pale sunlight that filters through the door. The postman hands him a package and he
thanks him before moving back to me on the couch. I take one look at his lovely face and I
know everything is about to change.
"Pack up my little nibblet, they are on their way."
He takes me up the stairs and helps me pack my favorite clothes and some shoes. I take
some of my things but he tells me that we need to leave the house as if it was lived in. It
would throw them off for a few days. I pack Buffy's diaries and he comforts me when the
tears get to be to much.
"We are almost out." He says.
He makes me lie on his bed and I watch him pack his favorite things and watch him pull out
a suitcase of money. He tells me not to worry about where it came from and I fall asleep
as he keeps packing things we might need.
Dreams take hold of me and I'm screaming as they drag him from the house. Willow's spell
is broken and he's burning in the sunshine. His body turns to dust as some one holds me
back. I scream his name and he calls to me. He fades to dust, his hands still reaching out
for me.
"Dawn..."
He's holding me, hands on my face, he's soothing me with his voice, telling me I was only
dreaming. He lays down beside me, cradling me closely to his own cold body. He tells me
that as soon as it's dark we are leaving. Leaving Sunnydale for good. He tells me that we
can stop by the graveyard and say goodbye before we go.
I cry myself to sleep in his arms.
We say goodbye to the scoobies, nothing more than stone markers of people who once
were. We left magic flowers Tara taught me to make once, as soon as the sun rises they
will disapear. He heads out, killing two vamps on our way out of town.
We climb into the DeSoto and he locks the doors up tight. He turns to me and I can almost
hear my heart crumbling. We are leaving the only home I've ever really known and I'm
saying goodbye to everything I thought I knew.
"We'll make it sweet pea."
He only calls me sweet pea when I'm scared. "How do you know?"
He reaches out and kisses my forehead, "I've got you babe."
I lean closer and he cradles the back of my neck in his hand, "Where to?"
He rests his cheek on my hair, "I don't know, L.A. maybe, New York? London?"
"Anywhere but here." I whisper.
"Anywhere with you," He corrects.
I slide over and snuggle as close to him as I can get. He pulls me in and starts out, heading
for the open road. His body grows warm under my touch, his hand holding me close against
him.
"Anywhere with you, together?" I whisper, I know it's a dumb question but I need to know.
"I'll go where ever you will go." His lips on my forehead, a place claimed for his affection.
"Because you promised?"
"Because I need you. I need this strange love."