Title: Interlude
Summary: Just a segue into what the next chapter is going to include.
Spoilers: Post "As You Were"; "Hell's Bells" and "Normal Again" didn't happen and won't.
Pairing: Who do you think? J
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You know the deal. Even though I wish I owned Spike, I own nothing. All belongs to Joss. I just play. Lyrics to "Be Like That" by 3 Doors Down
He was looking out his apartment window in L.A. It was nighttime, but he didn't feel like going out tonight. Casablanca was playing on the TV in the background, but he wasn't paying attention to it. He was just thinking. About life. About love. About love that's not returned. About people you love so much that you hate them. About leaving. He couldn't believe he actually did it. Well, he told her he wasn't her lapdog anymore. No more screwing with his head and his emotions. He couldn't take the pain anymore.
A voice broke through his thoughts. "Thinking about her again, William?"
He just sighed in response. "Come on, baby. Cecelia will make it all better."
Spike walked over to the couch and laid down, his head in her lap. Casablanca was still on. Just what he needed: a romance. He sighed again.
He spends his nights in California,
Watching the stars on the big screen
Then he lies awake and he wonders,
Why can't that be me
Cause in his life he is filled
With all these good intentions
He's left a lot of things
He'd rather not mention right now
But just before he says goodnight,
He looks up with a little smile at me,
And
he says,
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
Now and dreams we run
*****
It was dusk. She was sitting on a bench on the campus of Sunnydale University. She just looked at people. The happy couples walking home from class. Groups of friends giggling and talking. It made her feel depressed. She realized now that when Spike was singing in the Bronze, he was telling her in a roundabout way that he had enough; he was leaving. She hasn't patrolled in almost a week. Even going near the cemetery made her feel empty inside. Everyone was worried about her. She put on a show for everyone. Everything's okay, I'm over it, he should have left long ago, she kept telling them. What was she supposed to do now? She didn't want him; she didn't need him. Did she? Why did she feel like this if she didn't care? Confusion was tormenting her.
She
spends her days up in the north park,
Watching the people as they pass
And all she wants is just
A little piece of this dream,
Is that too much to ask
With a safe home, and a warm bed,
On a quiet little street
All she wants is just that something to
Hold onto, that's all she needs
Yeah!
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
I'm falling into this, dreams
Why me? they both thought.
We run away
Falling in
I feel I am falling in, to this again.
End Part 3
TBC
* Who is Cecelia? And what about the tattoo? Don't worry, I'm getting there! *