Angel turned of the car and pulled the key out of the ignition. He had
just barely finished his conversation with Spike about what Lorne had told
him, and couldn't believe that they had reached their destination.
Spike smiled and looked at his grandsire. "That, was a very interesting trip."
"I'll say," Angel laughed. They sat in a moment of, for the first time since they had met over one-hundred years ago, comfortable silence.
"Should I really do this?" Spike asked, almost child-like in his tone.
Angel looked at him. "You said you love her... so go to her. If she wants you, let her have you. Don't make the mistakes I did."
Spike smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. His deep blue eyes were misted and looked sad. "You were always looking out for me, Angelus. What happened."
Angel furrowed his brow, not really sure what to say. "We grew apart?" He laughed questioningly.
Spike returned the gesture. "Is this closure?"
Angel looked up. "If that's okay with you."
Spike nodded, smiled, and stepped out of the car. He turned to walk away when he stopped in his tracks. He turned back around and opened the door again. He didn't get in but just looked at Angel who had a puzzled expression on his face.
"Thank you," Spike said, putting aside his dignity and choosing to be a man for once.
"It's the least I could do," Angel replied nonchalantly.
"No." Spike told him more forcefully. "Thank you."
Angel nodded and smiled; it was easier than getting all sappy. "Hey Spike, if you ever want to come to LA, maybe give Connor a visit or something..."
"I'll keep that in mind," he told his grandsire as he closed the door and walked to the stairs of the Summers' residence. He was about to ring the doorbell but saw Tara sitting in the living room. He decided it would be best not to wake everyone, being as how it was four in the morning, so he tapped on the window.
Tara turned around to see Spike standing sheepishly at the door. She hopped up and opened it for the vampire.
"It was open, you know."
"Well that's not a very smart thing to be doin' on the Hellmouth now is it?"
Tara smiled and wrapped her arms warmly around his neck. "I'm glad you're okay," she told him kindly. Tara always had something nice for Spike, whether it be a smile or comforting pat on the back.
"Good to see you too," he told her, as they released each other from their friendly embrace. "Lovely to be back in good ol' Sunnyhell. What are you doing up this late anyway?"
"Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd wait up for Dawn."
"Well that's right kind of you, Tara."
She nodded. "She'll be glad to see you, Spike."
"And I her. Umm... speaking of the Summers women-"
"Buffy is in her room," Tara told the vampire knowingly.
"Thanks," he told her, before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek and running up the stairs.
He pushed her bedroom door open slowly to see her sitting on her bed, looking out the window. At the sound of his entrance she turned quickly, her hair bouncing on her shoulders. The light of the full moon reflected off of her golden locks and caused a sparkle in her eye.
'She looks so beautiful at night.'
Buffy jumped up at the sight of him and ran into his arms, placing her own possessively around his neck. Spike placed one hand below her shoulder, and the other caressed the small of her back.
"Spike! Thank god you're alright!"
"I don't think god had much to do with it love but I appreciate your concern," he told his love comically, warranting the hint of a giggle from Buffy.
"I mean it," she told him, her voice cracking a bit. "I was worried." She pulled back a bit from their hug and looked into his eyes. Spike looked back and felt honored at the fact that her eyes were misted over with tears. Obviously happy tears... to see him.
Buffy was happy to see him, and that meant the world.
"Dawn! We should find her, let her know you're back."
"It can wait."
Buffy smiled seductively, batting her lashes at the vampire. "Some things can't," she told him, reaching for his belt buckle. Spike held his hands up to stop her actions. Buffy looked at him, disappointment gleaming in her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" Spike asked, looking deeply into her bright green eyes.
"Spike?" She asked apprehensively, unsure of why he stopped her.
"Do you?"
Buffy smiled again, lovingly this time. "With my life."
"The chip is gone Buffy, it doesn't work anymore." Spike was fearing her reaction, afraid that she would reject him. Buffy merely nodded and put her hands on his face, stroking his rigid cheekbones with her thumbs.
"I trust you."
Spike smiled comfortable, relieved that she wasn't angry or afraid, just understanding. Now he was truly happy to be back.
"Now tell me you want me."
Buffy released his face, puzzled by his sudden shift in attitude. "What?"
"Tell me you love me," Spike repeated himself coolly.
"Oh," Buffy sighed, catching on to his game. Her smile reappeared on her face. "I love you, Spike. I love you so much."
"Tell me you want me."
"I've always wanted you, as a matter of fact..." she trailed of, knowing what came next.
"Shut up," Spike teased as he swung her off her feet and into his loving arms. He kissed her forehead tenderly, and carried her into her bed.
END
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Okay, so that's the end... aw, it's kinda sad now that I'm done. Oh well, I have some ideas for a sequal, please review and tell me what you'd think of that!
RaB
Spike smiled and looked at his grandsire. "That, was a very interesting trip."
"I'll say," Angel laughed. They sat in a moment of, for the first time since they had met over one-hundred years ago, comfortable silence.
"Should I really do this?" Spike asked, almost child-like in his tone.
Angel looked at him. "You said you love her... so go to her. If she wants you, let her have you. Don't make the mistakes I did."
Spike smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. His deep blue eyes were misted and looked sad. "You were always looking out for me, Angelus. What happened."
Angel furrowed his brow, not really sure what to say. "We grew apart?" He laughed questioningly.
Spike returned the gesture. "Is this closure?"
Angel looked up. "If that's okay with you."
Spike nodded, smiled, and stepped out of the car. He turned to walk away when he stopped in his tracks. He turned back around and opened the door again. He didn't get in but just looked at Angel who had a puzzled expression on his face.
"Thank you," Spike said, putting aside his dignity and choosing to be a man for once.
"It's the least I could do," Angel replied nonchalantly.
"No." Spike told him more forcefully. "Thank you."
Angel nodded and smiled; it was easier than getting all sappy. "Hey Spike, if you ever want to come to LA, maybe give Connor a visit or something..."
"I'll keep that in mind," he told his grandsire as he closed the door and walked to the stairs of the Summers' residence. He was about to ring the doorbell but saw Tara sitting in the living room. He decided it would be best not to wake everyone, being as how it was four in the morning, so he tapped on the window.
Tara turned around to see Spike standing sheepishly at the door. She hopped up and opened it for the vampire.
"It was open, you know."
"Well that's not a very smart thing to be doin' on the Hellmouth now is it?"
Tara smiled and wrapped her arms warmly around his neck. "I'm glad you're okay," she told him kindly. Tara always had something nice for Spike, whether it be a smile or comforting pat on the back.
"Good to see you too," he told her, as they released each other from their friendly embrace. "Lovely to be back in good ol' Sunnyhell. What are you doing up this late anyway?"
"Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd wait up for Dawn."
"Well that's right kind of you, Tara."
She nodded. "She'll be glad to see you, Spike."
"And I her. Umm... speaking of the Summers women-"
"Buffy is in her room," Tara told the vampire knowingly.
"Thanks," he told her, before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek and running up the stairs.
He pushed her bedroom door open slowly to see her sitting on her bed, looking out the window. At the sound of his entrance she turned quickly, her hair bouncing on her shoulders. The light of the full moon reflected off of her golden locks and caused a sparkle in her eye.
'She looks so beautiful at night.'
Buffy jumped up at the sight of him and ran into his arms, placing her own possessively around his neck. Spike placed one hand below her shoulder, and the other caressed the small of her back.
"Spike! Thank god you're alright!"
"I don't think god had much to do with it love but I appreciate your concern," he told his love comically, warranting the hint of a giggle from Buffy.
"I mean it," she told him, her voice cracking a bit. "I was worried." She pulled back a bit from their hug and looked into his eyes. Spike looked back and felt honored at the fact that her eyes were misted over with tears. Obviously happy tears... to see him.
Buffy was happy to see him, and that meant the world.
"Dawn! We should find her, let her know you're back."
"It can wait."
Buffy smiled seductively, batting her lashes at the vampire. "Some things can't," she told him, reaching for his belt buckle. Spike held his hands up to stop her actions. Buffy looked at him, disappointment gleaming in her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" Spike asked, looking deeply into her bright green eyes.
"Spike?" She asked apprehensively, unsure of why he stopped her.
"Do you?"
Buffy smiled again, lovingly this time. "With my life."
"The chip is gone Buffy, it doesn't work anymore." Spike was fearing her reaction, afraid that she would reject him. Buffy merely nodded and put her hands on his face, stroking his rigid cheekbones with her thumbs.
"I trust you."
Spike smiled comfortable, relieved that she wasn't angry or afraid, just understanding. Now he was truly happy to be back.
"Now tell me you want me."
Buffy released his face, puzzled by his sudden shift in attitude. "What?"
"Tell me you love me," Spike repeated himself coolly.
"Oh," Buffy sighed, catching on to his game. Her smile reappeared on her face. "I love you, Spike. I love you so much."
"Tell me you want me."
"I've always wanted you, as a matter of fact..." she trailed of, knowing what came next.
"Shut up," Spike teased as he swung her off her feet and into his loving arms. He kissed her forehead tenderly, and carried her into her bed.
END
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Okay, so that's the end... aw, it's kinda sad now that I'm done. Oh well, I have some ideas for a sequal, please review and tell me what you'd think of that!
RaB
