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Summary: It's almost Valentine's Day in Sunnydale. Will Buffy finally realize her feelings for a certain someone?
Pairings: B/S, W/T, X/A
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: As You Were, AU after that
Distribution: Fanfiction.net. Anyone else, if you want it, let me know.
A/N: I was getting sugar shock re-reading my fic, so here's a little angst for those of you who don't fancy a visit to the dentist!
Valentines
"He had better be there," Buffy thought to herself as she ran as fast as she could in heels and the slinky red dress she had worn to the Bronze in honor of Valentine's Day. "I am going to figure this out once and for all. He has got to be the one doing all of these things from my wish list. I mean, who else could it possibly be? But how could it be him? He doesn't have the money for these earrings. Plus, my dad sent money for Dawn and me, it didn't come from Spike. And why would he give me expensive earrings in the first place? I mean, I like the sparkly things as much as the next girl, but I'd much rather have the simple things in life, like love, happiness, friends, and family. I guess I have been complaining of money woes lately, but I want Dawn to have what she needs. How can I be a good parent when I can barely make ends meet? Maybe he bought the earrings for me so that I could sell them to help pay for bills? If he bought them for me, I can't do that, I won't ever do that. Am I just jumping to conclusions that it is Spike doing all of these things because I want it to be Spike?"
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. "I. Want. It. To. Be. Spike? I want it to be Spike? Oh, God, I want it to be Spike! I want it to be Spike!" Buffy's thoughts were no longer contained to just inside her mind, unconsciously they tumbled out louder and louder out of her mouth until the echo of her last statement rushed back to her ears, "I want it to be Spike!"
Realizing that she had stopped, Buffy looked around to see if anyone had heard her declaration. Seeing no one about, she once again took off in the direction she had been heading as she had left the Bronze.
A few minutes of slayer speed brought her to exactly where she wanted to be, a very specific crypt in the middle of one of Sunnydale's prolific cemeteries. She stared at the door and remembered the last time she had been here. She lifted her hand to do something very foreign, knock. At the last second, she paused, "What if it isn't him? What if this was just a very big string of coincidences? Why would he still love me? I've been such a bitch to him since I came back. No, I've been a bitch to him since I've known him. Why did he fall in love with me in the first place? I've tried to kill him numerous times, I've blown up his home, I've used him for sex just so I could feel alive, and I haven't once given him anything of me. He has been so good to me and to Dawn, and even to the rest of the Scoobies." Her mind looked back on all of the unselfish acts that Spike had performed. He had taken care of Dawn when she was gone, patrolled with the gang, been her rock when she came back, and had let her do anything she wanted to him.
"He let you beat him within an inch of his unlife," said the voice inside Buffy's head. "Maybe it's time you let him know how you really and truly feel about him. He's due for a little happiness, don't you think?"
"You're right," Buffy replied back to the voice. "Now is most certainly the time."
She squared her shoulders and once again lifted her hand, and this time she actually knocked. And knocked, and knocked, but no one answered the door. "Maybe he's trying to fix up the downstairs and can't hear me," Buffy thought. So she pushed the door open and went inside.
"Spike? Spiiiiiiike? Spike! Where are you?" she called, but still no one answered. She went over to the hole that once contained his bedroom and looked down. There was no light emanating up from the hole, but she called down, "Spike, are you there?" anyway, just in case.
When there was no reply, Buffy thought that she would burst into tears. "Here I am," she said, "all ready to tell the big dork how I feel, and he isn't even here! I wonder if he left town? No one has seen in the past two weeks, and I wouldn't really blame him. I broke his heart, now he has the chance to break mine."
She plopped down on Spikes armchair and said, "What a way to spend Valentine's Day. I'm glad that it's almost over!" She looked down at her watch, "Only 20 more minutes left. Love and Buffy don't ever seem to agree, guess I just need to face the facts."
She slowly got up out of the armchair that smelled of Spike, and with a heavy heart made her way out of the crypt towards her house.
Summary: It's almost Valentine's Day in Sunnydale. Will Buffy finally realize her feelings for a certain someone?
Pairings: B/S, W/T, X/A
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: As You Were, AU after that
Distribution: Fanfiction.net. Anyone else, if you want it, let me know.
A/N: I was getting sugar shock re-reading my fic, so here's a little angst for those of you who don't fancy a visit to the dentist!
Valentines
"He had better be there," Buffy thought to herself as she ran as fast as she could in heels and the slinky red dress she had worn to the Bronze in honor of Valentine's Day. "I am going to figure this out once and for all. He has got to be the one doing all of these things from my wish list. I mean, who else could it possibly be? But how could it be him? He doesn't have the money for these earrings. Plus, my dad sent money for Dawn and me, it didn't come from Spike. And why would he give me expensive earrings in the first place? I mean, I like the sparkly things as much as the next girl, but I'd much rather have the simple things in life, like love, happiness, friends, and family. I guess I have been complaining of money woes lately, but I want Dawn to have what she needs. How can I be a good parent when I can barely make ends meet? Maybe he bought the earrings for me so that I could sell them to help pay for bills? If he bought them for me, I can't do that, I won't ever do that. Am I just jumping to conclusions that it is Spike doing all of these things because I want it to be Spike?"
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. "I. Want. It. To. Be. Spike? I want it to be Spike? Oh, God, I want it to be Spike! I want it to be Spike!" Buffy's thoughts were no longer contained to just inside her mind, unconsciously they tumbled out louder and louder out of her mouth until the echo of her last statement rushed back to her ears, "I want it to be Spike!"
Realizing that she had stopped, Buffy looked around to see if anyone had heard her declaration. Seeing no one about, she once again took off in the direction she had been heading as she had left the Bronze.
A few minutes of slayer speed brought her to exactly where she wanted to be, a very specific crypt in the middle of one of Sunnydale's prolific cemeteries. She stared at the door and remembered the last time she had been here. She lifted her hand to do something very foreign, knock. At the last second, she paused, "What if it isn't him? What if this was just a very big string of coincidences? Why would he still love me? I've been such a bitch to him since I came back. No, I've been a bitch to him since I've known him. Why did he fall in love with me in the first place? I've tried to kill him numerous times, I've blown up his home, I've used him for sex just so I could feel alive, and I haven't once given him anything of me. He has been so good to me and to Dawn, and even to the rest of the Scoobies." Her mind looked back on all of the unselfish acts that Spike had performed. He had taken care of Dawn when she was gone, patrolled with the gang, been her rock when she came back, and had let her do anything she wanted to him.
"He let you beat him within an inch of his unlife," said the voice inside Buffy's head. "Maybe it's time you let him know how you really and truly feel about him. He's due for a little happiness, don't you think?"
"You're right," Buffy replied back to the voice. "Now is most certainly the time."
She squared her shoulders and once again lifted her hand, and this time she actually knocked. And knocked, and knocked, but no one answered the door. "Maybe he's trying to fix up the downstairs and can't hear me," Buffy thought. So she pushed the door open and went inside.
"Spike? Spiiiiiiike? Spike! Where are you?" she called, but still no one answered. She went over to the hole that once contained his bedroom and looked down. There was no light emanating up from the hole, but she called down, "Spike, are you there?" anyway, just in case.
When there was no reply, Buffy thought that she would burst into tears. "Here I am," she said, "all ready to tell the big dork how I feel, and he isn't even here! I wonder if he left town? No one has seen in the past two weeks, and I wouldn't really blame him. I broke his heart, now he has the chance to break mine."
She plopped down on Spikes armchair and said, "What a way to spend Valentine's Day. I'm glad that it's almost over!" She looked down at her watch, "Only 20 more minutes left. Love and Buffy don't ever seem to agree, guess I just need to face the facts."
She slowly got up out of the armchair that smelled of Spike, and with a heavy heart made her way out of the crypt towards her house.