Title: Double Vision (part 5 - New Life)
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG - 13
Feedback: Yes, please
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc.. Just Borrowing.
Summary: Spike is shown things he cannot bear to see. Buffy finds out that it might just be possible to rescue the vampire..
Double Vision
Spike opened his swollen, tired eyes at the sound of the heavy, wooden door creaking open. Luke strolled in, a picture of freshness, chipper as a bird in spring. "How was your sleep?" Luke asked, knowing full well how well Spike had slept.
"Aside from the screaming, the aching limbs, and the hourly dose of sharp, hot things being poked through my bleeding hide, slept like a baby," Spike answered, in the snarkiest tone he could muster.
"Glad you brought that up," Luke chirped.
"Wha? Gotta hot, sharp thing to poke me with?" Spike said, tasting how bad the words sounded only after they slipped from his bloodied mouth.
"Tempting as that offer sounds, no, " Luke responded, rubbing his hands
together with a clap. Sparks flew in little showers from his fingertips.
"Lovely sparklies," Spike smirked. "What do you want?"
"I sat up last night thinking... Luke, I thought, Luke, this whole torture of Willie thing is no where near as fun as it should be. It lacks ... flair. That little je ne sais quoi..."
"Well, then cut me loose and I'll be out of your hair," Spike quipped.
"So," Luke continued, completely ignoring the Vampire, "I thought, what
would crawl under Willie's skin and get him hoppin? Hurt a little?" Luke squeezed his thumb and forefinger together. "And I got this *fab* idea! Babies! And their pretty Mommies. That'll do the trick."
Spike's face blanked. His eyes lowered to the floor. "Leave her out of
this," he snarled. The words came from so deep inside of him it barely
sounded like his voice.
"Now what fun would *that* be?" Luke said, clapping his hands together. The far wall disappeared into blackness. Slowly, a vision of Spike's crypt emerged where the wall once had been. From the edge of his view, he could see Buffy walking, holding a candle, trailing her fingers along the stone. There was no sound. She was heavy with child now. Had it really been that long?, he thought.
"Buffy..." he uttered, staring wide eyed at the screen.
She walked to the bed and sat there, her head buried in her hands, crying. His heart broke watching her body shake, her hands tremble, the tears dripping onto her legs. Spike looked down, barely able to stop the onslaught of hot tears himself.
"Oh, now don't tune out! It gets *better*," Luke cheered, raising his
eyebrows. Spike dragged his head up, back to the vision in front of him. He felt defeated.
Another figure appeared in the corner of the view. A man. He walked into the candlelight. Xander. "What's the whelp doing in my crypt?" Spike asked, mostly to the thick air.
"Shh," Luke admonished. "You'll miss the *good* stuff. Oh, silly me,
forgot the volume." Luke clapped his hands and suddenly Buffy's sobbing
rang in Spike's ears.
"Buffy?" Xander said, walking over to the bed. "Come on, let's get you
home." Least the git was looking out for her, Spike thought.
Buffy continued to cry into her hands. Xander walked over to the where she sat, kneeling down in front of her, taking Buffy's hands into his. She looked down at him with her beautiful doe eyes. The movement made Spike flinch.
"It'll be alright, Buffy," Xander said, wiping the tear matted hair from her cheeks. Buffy said nothing. "Come on, chin up. You got the Xanman to play daddy now instead of useless-Vampire-that-left-you."
Spike roared, pulling at the chains, nearly pulling himself loose, feeling his wrists snap against the iron. "Sodding whelp trying to take
advantage... I should have bloody well killed him..."
"Now *that's* the spirit!" Luke cackled, delighted at the outburst.
Xander leaned up on his knees and kissed Buffy's forehead. Spike pulled
harder against the restraints. She was still crying. "Let's get you home. I'll stay with you and Dawn, OK?"
Buffy nodded, taking Xander's hand. He led her towards the door and out of Spike's view.
*****
"Buffy?" She looked up from her perch on the edge of the bed, easing the tablet back on the nightstand. 95 times tonight.
I love you, Spike.
"Xander?"
"You OK?" he asked, standing in the doorway. He knew he didn't belong
there.
"Yeah," she answered, bursting into tears. She buried her face in her
hands, sobbing steadily.
Xander crossed the room tentatively. God, I don't belong here, he thought. "Buffy, let's get you home," he said approaching her. She wouldn't look up, wouldn't meet eyes with him. Slowly, he kneeled in front of her, trying to get near her eye level. "Buff, it'll be OK."
"It's not OK. Not with him... gone," she answered, face still buried in her hands. "I love him, Xander. I never told him. "
Xander was taken aback. He knew. Hell, everyone *knew*. But she had never admitted it. Not to him, and apparently, not to Spike. A pang of jealousy shot through him as the words reached his ears. Quickly, it was replaced by compassion for the sobbing girl who had saved him so many times.
"My child is going to grow up without a father. And probably without a
mother. And then what?" she sobbed.
"I know it is not the same, Buffy. But we will help you. All of us. It's no substitute, but I'll play uncle while you're out saving the world from daddy's relatives."
Buffy chuckled despite herself. "He was a good...man.. Xander," she said, looking down at him with those hypnotic doe eyes. "I know we'll never agree on that, but he was good to us."
Xander swallowed, his pride sinking down his gullet. "Well, I guess we'll find out when we get him back." Slowly, he pulled her to her feet. "Now let's get you home. I'll even stay on the couch and take care of the nasty potato chip problem that you've been having. They do not stand a chance against the Xanman."
Buffy padded across the room behind Xander. She stopped again at the door, reminding the air that she was home.
To be contd.
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG - 13
Feedback: Yes, please
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc.. Just Borrowing.
Summary: Spike is shown things he cannot bear to see. Buffy finds out that it might just be possible to rescue the vampire..
Double Vision
Spike opened his swollen, tired eyes at the sound of the heavy, wooden door creaking open. Luke strolled in, a picture of freshness, chipper as a bird in spring. "How was your sleep?" Luke asked, knowing full well how well Spike had slept.
"Aside from the screaming, the aching limbs, and the hourly dose of sharp, hot things being poked through my bleeding hide, slept like a baby," Spike answered, in the snarkiest tone he could muster.
"Glad you brought that up," Luke chirped.
"Wha? Gotta hot, sharp thing to poke me with?" Spike said, tasting how bad the words sounded only after they slipped from his bloodied mouth.
"Tempting as that offer sounds, no, " Luke responded, rubbing his hands
together with a clap. Sparks flew in little showers from his fingertips.
"Lovely sparklies," Spike smirked. "What do you want?"
"I sat up last night thinking... Luke, I thought, Luke, this whole torture of Willie thing is no where near as fun as it should be. It lacks ... flair. That little je ne sais quoi..."
"Well, then cut me loose and I'll be out of your hair," Spike quipped.
"So," Luke continued, completely ignoring the Vampire, "I thought, what
would crawl under Willie's skin and get him hoppin? Hurt a little?" Luke squeezed his thumb and forefinger together. "And I got this *fab* idea! Babies! And their pretty Mommies. That'll do the trick."
Spike's face blanked. His eyes lowered to the floor. "Leave her out of
this," he snarled. The words came from so deep inside of him it barely
sounded like his voice.
"Now what fun would *that* be?" Luke said, clapping his hands together. The far wall disappeared into blackness. Slowly, a vision of Spike's crypt emerged where the wall once had been. From the edge of his view, he could see Buffy walking, holding a candle, trailing her fingers along the stone. There was no sound. She was heavy with child now. Had it really been that long?, he thought.
"Buffy..." he uttered, staring wide eyed at the screen.
She walked to the bed and sat there, her head buried in her hands, crying. His heart broke watching her body shake, her hands tremble, the tears dripping onto her legs. Spike looked down, barely able to stop the onslaught of hot tears himself.
"Oh, now don't tune out! It gets *better*," Luke cheered, raising his
eyebrows. Spike dragged his head up, back to the vision in front of him. He felt defeated.
Another figure appeared in the corner of the view. A man. He walked into the candlelight. Xander. "What's the whelp doing in my crypt?" Spike asked, mostly to the thick air.
"Shh," Luke admonished. "You'll miss the *good* stuff. Oh, silly me,
forgot the volume." Luke clapped his hands and suddenly Buffy's sobbing
rang in Spike's ears.
"Buffy?" Xander said, walking over to the bed. "Come on, let's get you
home." Least the git was looking out for her, Spike thought.
Buffy continued to cry into her hands. Xander walked over to the where she sat, kneeling down in front of her, taking Buffy's hands into his. She looked down at him with her beautiful doe eyes. The movement made Spike flinch.
"It'll be alright, Buffy," Xander said, wiping the tear matted hair from her cheeks. Buffy said nothing. "Come on, chin up. You got the Xanman to play daddy now instead of useless-Vampire-that-left-you."
Spike roared, pulling at the chains, nearly pulling himself loose, feeling his wrists snap against the iron. "Sodding whelp trying to take
advantage... I should have bloody well killed him..."
"Now *that's* the spirit!" Luke cackled, delighted at the outburst.
Xander leaned up on his knees and kissed Buffy's forehead. Spike pulled
harder against the restraints. She was still crying. "Let's get you home. I'll stay with you and Dawn, OK?"
Buffy nodded, taking Xander's hand. He led her towards the door and out of Spike's view.
*****
"Buffy?" She looked up from her perch on the edge of the bed, easing the tablet back on the nightstand. 95 times tonight.
I love you, Spike.
"Xander?"
"You OK?" he asked, standing in the doorway. He knew he didn't belong
there.
"Yeah," she answered, bursting into tears. She buried her face in her
hands, sobbing steadily.
Xander crossed the room tentatively. God, I don't belong here, he thought. "Buffy, let's get you home," he said approaching her. She wouldn't look up, wouldn't meet eyes with him. Slowly, he kneeled in front of her, trying to get near her eye level. "Buff, it'll be OK."
"It's not OK. Not with him... gone," she answered, face still buried in her hands. "I love him, Xander. I never told him. "
Xander was taken aback. He knew. Hell, everyone *knew*. But she had never admitted it. Not to him, and apparently, not to Spike. A pang of jealousy shot through him as the words reached his ears. Quickly, it was replaced by compassion for the sobbing girl who had saved him so many times.
"My child is going to grow up without a father. And probably without a
mother. And then what?" she sobbed.
"I know it is not the same, Buffy. But we will help you. All of us. It's no substitute, but I'll play uncle while you're out saving the world from daddy's relatives."
Buffy chuckled despite herself. "He was a good...man.. Xander," she said, looking down at him with those hypnotic doe eyes. "I know we'll never agree on that, but he was good to us."
Xander swallowed, his pride sinking down his gullet. "Well, I guess we'll find out when we get him back." Slowly, he pulled her to her feet. "Now let's get you home. I'll even stay on the couch and take care of the nasty potato chip problem that you've been having. They do not stand a chance against the Xanman."
Buffy padded across the room behind Xander. She stopped again at the door, reminding the air that she was home.
To be contd.