A Slayer's Sister A Vamp's Son
By Rachel
Buffy sighed as she flipped the pancake over. Life had been hard on her, but it also seemed to be getting better. Willow would recover. It would take a while. They couldn't leave her in the house alone. Not since what happened. Willow didn't even go to Tara's funeral. Anya stayed with her to make sure she didn't do any harm to her self. That's how bad the former wiccan was.
She flipped the food onto a plate and brought it out to Willow, who was sitting on the couch staring into nothingness.
"Here Will, I brought you food. Pancakes, like you asked."
Willow gave Buffy a blank stare that sent a shiver down the slayer's spine as she set the plate in front of her. Moving in robotic, she began to eat under the slayer's supervision. Buffy knew tat if she didn't watch her she wouldn't touch it. Willow desperately did not want to live, but Buffy was determined to make things right. And a dead Willow was not the way.
"Why do you do this?"
The question caught her by surprise. Willow hadn't spoken since she came home. And that was two weeks ago.
"Well clarify this."
"Help me. Be nice to me. I don't deserve it." Her voice was filled with self-loathing.
"Because Will, you're our friend. No matter what. What you did wasn't your fault, the power overwhelmed you. And there was the need for revenge. Trust me I wanted Warren dead as much as you did. Now I'm not saying what you did was right, but that doesn't mean we don't love you."
Willow stared at the pancake helplessly. Her friends were too much, She didn't deserve them. There was no way they could still care about her. Not after she tried to end the world and kill them all. The ringing of the phone interrupted her thoughts. Buffy moved to get it.
"Hello Summers residence, Buffy speaking."
"Buffy you'll never guess who I saw?"
It was Dawn. And she sounded hysterical, excited, elated. Where was she though. She was supposed to be on patrol.
"Dawn calm down. Who did you see?"
"Spike!" She squealed out the name and continued her ecstatic screaming.
Buffy swallowed. Her sister didn't just say Spike did she? Of course she did. When did Dawn see Spike? Where did Dawn see Spike? Was he back for good, or just to collect his stuff? Questions raced through her head.
"Buffy?" Dawn asked, trying to make sure her sister was still there.
"Um yeah, Uh where are you?"
"I'm at Spike's." "Is he.There?"
"Yeah, you wanna talk?"
A tiny squeak that sounded remotely like yes was the younger girls answer. The sound of muffled voices and the phone exchanging hands was heard.
"Buffy?" came the uncertain voice.
"Spike?" Buffy squeaked.
"Yeah, pet it's me."
"Don't move. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right there."
She hung up the phone before he had the chance to reply. She grabbed her jacket from the chair, throwing it on. She rushed into the living room.
"Willow you're coming with me."
The red head looked up at her with a confused look.
"Just come on!"
"Where are we going?" she hesitantly.
"Spike's."
Willow didn't argue. She slowly followed her friend out into the night.
A light knock on the door jarred Spike out of his of seeing Buffy again.
"Come in!" Dawn called excitedly, hopping about, wringing her hands.
Spike stood up as the door opened. In walked Buffy and Willow. Buffy looked around nervously. Willow was staring at the floor downcast. Spike sensed something was wrong.
"Um hey Spike. You're back, obviously" Buffy said nervously, not meeting his gaze.
"Yeah, I'm back."
Gently she walked to him, looking at his face. She stopped right in front of him searching his eyes. Buffy then hauled back and punched him across the face.
"Ow! What is it with you bloody women and hitting me!?"
"The hell Spike!? I have every right. You know, you say you love me but then you go and have sex with Anya, then try to rape me, and then you leave. You leave at the time I need you the most. You leave when everything starts going to hell! Do you even know what happened while you were gone, and while we're on it where the hell did you go!?"
Spike was amazed. She wasn't mad at him. Well she was mad at him for leaving, but dawn was right she missed him. If his heart could beat it would be pounding.
"That's not important now luv. What did happen. Red looks all depressed."
"Tara's dead."
By now Dawn had calmed down and was looking sullen. Willow was crying silently. Spike listened carefully as Buffy related all the gruesome events from her being shot to Xander saving the world.
"It would have helped if you were there." She finally said.
She moved closer and hugged him, crying into his chest. He comforted her as Dawn did the same for Willow. Maybe he shouldn't have left. No he knew did the right thing. He now knew what he felt was real. And now he was back and he would make it all right.
A/N: Okay how was that? Not much Connor/Dawn action. This was a B/S chapter. Plus it gave some ideas as to what was up with Willow and Buffy. R&R Pwease. ^_^!
Buffy sighed as she flipped the pancake over. Life had been hard on her, but it also seemed to be getting better. Willow would recover. It would take a while. They couldn't leave her in the house alone. Not since what happened. Willow didn't even go to Tara's funeral. Anya stayed with her to make sure she didn't do any harm to her self. That's how bad the former wiccan was.
She flipped the food onto a plate and brought it out to Willow, who was sitting on the couch staring into nothingness.
"Here Will, I brought you food. Pancakes, like you asked."
Willow gave Buffy a blank stare that sent a shiver down the slayer's spine as she set the plate in front of her. Moving in robotic, she began to eat under the slayer's supervision. Buffy knew tat if she didn't watch her she wouldn't touch it. Willow desperately did not want to live, but Buffy was determined to make things right. And a dead Willow was not the way.
"Why do you do this?"
The question caught her by surprise. Willow hadn't spoken since she came home. And that was two weeks ago.
"Well clarify this."
"Help me. Be nice to me. I don't deserve it." Her voice was filled with self-loathing.
"Because Will, you're our friend. No matter what. What you did wasn't your fault, the power overwhelmed you. And there was the need for revenge. Trust me I wanted Warren dead as much as you did. Now I'm not saying what you did was right, but that doesn't mean we don't love you."
Willow stared at the pancake helplessly. Her friends were too much, She didn't deserve them. There was no way they could still care about her. Not after she tried to end the world and kill them all. The ringing of the phone interrupted her thoughts. Buffy moved to get it.
"Hello Summers residence, Buffy speaking."
"Buffy you'll never guess who I saw?"
It was Dawn. And she sounded hysterical, excited, elated. Where was she though. She was supposed to be on patrol.
"Dawn calm down. Who did you see?"
"Spike!" She squealed out the name and continued her ecstatic screaming.
Buffy swallowed. Her sister didn't just say Spike did she? Of course she did. When did Dawn see Spike? Where did Dawn see Spike? Was he back for good, or just to collect his stuff? Questions raced through her head.
"Buffy?" Dawn asked, trying to make sure her sister was still there.
"Um yeah, Uh where are you?"
"I'm at Spike's." "Is he.There?"
"Yeah, you wanna talk?"
A tiny squeak that sounded remotely like yes was the younger girls answer. The sound of muffled voices and the phone exchanging hands was heard.
"Buffy?" came the uncertain voice.
"Spike?" Buffy squeaked.
"Yeah, pet it's me."
"Don't move. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right there."
She hung up the phone before he had the chance to reply. She grabbed her jacket from the chair, throwing it on. She rushed into the living room.
"Willow you're coming with me."
The red head looked up at her with a confused look.
"Just come on!"
"Where are we going?" she hesitantly.
"Spike's."
Willow didn't argue. She slowly followed her friend out into the night.
A light knock on the door jarred Spike out of his of seeing Buffy again.
"Come in!" Dawn called excitedly, hopping about, wringing her hands.
Spike stood up as the door opened. In walked Buffy and Willow. Buffy looked around nervously. Willow was staring at the floor downcast. Spike sensed something was wrong.
"Um hey Spike. You're back, obviously" Buffy said nervously, not meeting his gaze.
"Yeah, I'm back."
Gently she walked to him, looking at his face. She stopped right in front of him searching his eyes. Buffy then hauled back and punched him across the face.
"Ow! What is it with you bloody women and hitting me!?"
"The hell Spike!? I have every right. You know, you say you love me but then you go and have sex with Anya, then try to rape me, and then you leave. You leave at the time I need you the most. You leave when everything starts going to hell! Do you even know what happened while you were gone, and while we're on it where the hell did you go!?"
Spike was amazed. She wasn't mad at him. Well she was mad at him for leaving, but dawn was right she missed him. If his heart could beat it would be pounding.
"That's not important now luv. What did happen. Red looks all depressed."
"Tara's dead."
By now Dawn had calmed down and was looking sullen. Willow was crying silently. Spike listened carefully as Buffy related all the gruesome events from her being shot to Xander saving the world.
"It would have helped if you were there." She finally said.
She moved closer and hugged him, crying into his chest. He comforted her as Dawn did the same for Willow. Maybe he shouldn't have left. No he knew did the right thing. He now knew what he felt was real. And now he was back and he would make it all right.
A/N: Okay how was that? Not much Connor/Dawn action. This was a B/S chapter. Plus it gave some ideas as to what was up with Willow and Buffy. R&R Pwease. ^_^!