Start, Part 16
Own nothing.... OMG!!!! NEW BUFFY!!!!! HOLY SHIT! Sorry, I'm just excited. And I desperately hope all the spoilers that I shouldn't have read are wrong. :) Anyway, this is part 16. Kinda important. More.... Monday, Tuesday, prolly. I have Prom on Friday. *grumbles about the damn decorations and the difficulty of installing the lights* Dont ask. Prom committee can bite my butt. All Hail Joss, who doens't know what t he hell he's doing, breaking up Spike and Buffers like that. Gr.... Arggg.... LOL
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Angel and Spike walked in the door, weary from patrol and a heavy conversation.
"Spike, what happened with us... All of us... That was a long time ago."
"I know." The blonde vampire paced in the doorway, struggling to verbalize his feelings. "When... When Connor was born, how did you feel?"
"Jubliant."
Slicing his hands through the air, he clarified, "About one day, him finding out all your dirty secrets. All the death... all the pain... All the sick-"
"Ashamed. Terrified. Disgusted."
"Now add on that the woman you love."
"The same. Intensified. But Spike, Buffy knew that I-"
"I don't CARE!" He glanced quickly around, glad that his vampiric hearing had not sensed any stirring. Lowering his voice, he continued. "You have a SOUL, Angel... I haven't gotten my shiny new one yet. And the things we did.... I've only recently regretted. Never took the time before. Never thought much on it. Chalked it up to deviant, 'family' experiences and moved on. Now, with the baby... my baby coming, I just wish... That I could erase it all. Not even because... I didn't enjoy it at the time. No use lying right? But because I never thought... I'd never have anyone to answer to. Big Bad. But now I've gotten this little bugger, and her Mum."
"Spike, what we did was-"
"Depraved. We shouldn't ever have let Dru talk us into it. Ever. We don't share well. Never did. I've still got scars, Angel."
Angel's eyes faltered, knowing the tattoo on his shoulder his jagged scars from Spike's hands.
"Angel, would you ever, again, I mean... Well, Buffy heard us, t hat night in the kitchen."
"She what?"
"She heard us. She told me that whatever happened the last hundred years would have to wait.... the next few days were gonna be harrowing." He grinned half-heartedly at his grandsire. "Then she told me she didn't hate me."
"We're different people. We're better people... well, to a degree of people-ness... but... I think... Buffy cares for you. If she didn't, you wouldn't be here. One of us would be dust. But we'd never do the things we did before. I knew love was always strong to you. But I never thought that it would be able to push back your demon. Loving Buffy has changed you. On a basic level, that even your demon acknowledges. That's... enviable. And powerful. And your woman is asleep on the couch in the living room. Take her to bed. I'm going to the mansion."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't push back my demon. I'm at peace with it. And it lets my love alone." Giving his grandsire a searching look, he made his way to the living room.
Glancing pensively at Spike and walking out the door, Angel made another famous exit.
Gathering his slayer in his arms, Spike headed upstairs, and stopped on the fifth step, realizing what Angel had said.
Your woman.
Your woman.
Angel had relinquished his mental claim on Buffy; turning it over in fact, to Spike.
Hurriedly tucking her in, Spike slid into bed beside her, swallowing when she rolled over, cuddled to his chest, one hand on her rounded stomach. After kissing her forehead, he yawned immensely and fell asleep.
To be awakened seemingly minutes later by the woman who had been curled in his arms. "Wake up."
He glared at her through blurry eyes. "What the bloody hell-"
"I heard you and Angel talking."
His stomach lurched, and he sat up slowly. "I see." Glancing at her warily, he waited.
"You and... And Angel... And you and Angel and Dru... You..." She took a deep breath, her hand going unconsciously to the angel pendant still hanging from her neck. "This isn't coming out well. You said... You said you were ashamed. Scared. But you said you were at peace with your demon."
Unsure where they were headed, he just watched her. He mentally braced himself to be thrown out. Left forever without his child and his love.
"Remember the day at the Magic Shop?" Her hand lifted from her pendant to run her fingers where his ridges had been. "You asked me... if I was frightened of you. I tried to prove to you... to myself that I wasn't. And I'm not. But it also proved to me that I trusted you. What I'm trying to say... it's just... I'm as at peace with your demon as you are."
She watched a cavalcade of emotion flicker across his face. Hopeful. Fearful. Confused. She reached out, linked their hands together, pressed them to his chest. Both could feel the pumping of his heart.
"And to be at peace with your demon... I have to be at peace with your past, too. And I am. I mean... I'm not saying it's not sick. But we both know it. And you've already said that you would never repeat your past again. If I can accept what you were, and who you are now... You should, too."
Unclasping their hands, she laid back down, her back to him, and attempted to sleep.
After a time, Spike lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her, not even attempting to sleep, and thought.
The next morning, the two sent Dawn off to school, and finally got around to picking up t he house. The last week had been... insane at best, and it took it's toll on the time she spent doing chores.
Barely heard over the vaccum that Buffy was running and the clattering in the kitchen she hoped wasn't her mother's fine china being broken by Spike, the doorbell chimed.
Shutting off the old vaccum, she walked to the door, swung it open.
"Good morning, Ms. Summer's... I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news..."
In her doorway stood none other than Charles Donovan.
End, part 16.
AGain, with the slight shortness. Little under 1000 words. Which was my goal. *groans at 976* I think thats' the number. Anyway, more by... say... Tuesday, latest? REVIEW!!!! Please? And these are to the people who got me over the 100 note marker (except the person who said they weren't reading past chapter 5. Hello, in the nicest way, Angel DOES tell Buffy off later, and they chill with the meanness.) Thank you so much. You are great reviewers. I would have quit after chapter 7 but for your lovely reviews. Please, I encourage you to read my OTHER stories too. Some are much MUCH shorter. :) Quick, fluffy reads. Ok... enough shameless plugging.
THANKS SO MUCH TIGERWOLF!!!!! I WILL READ YOUR STORY OVER THE WEEKEND!!!!!! *much love and huggles*
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Own nothing.... OMG!!!! NEW BUFFY!!!!! HOLY SHIT! Sorry, I'm just excited. And I desperately hope all the spoilers that I shouldn't have read are wrong. :) Anyway, this is part 16. Kinda important. More.... Monday, Tuesday, prolly. I have Prom on Friday. *grumbles about the damn decorations and the difficulty of installing the lights* Dont ask. Prom committee can bite my butt. All Hail Joss, who doens't know what t he hell he's doing, breaking up Spike and Buffers like that. Gr.... Arggg.... LOL
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Angel and Spike walked in the door, weary from patrol and a heavy conversation.
"Spike, what happened with us... All of us... That was a long time ago."
"I know." The blonde vampire paced in the doorway, struggling to verbalize his feelings. "When... When Connor was born, how did you feel?"
"Jubliant."
Slicing his hands through the air, he clarified, "About one day, him finding out all your dirty secrets. All the death... all the pain... All the sick-"
"Ashamed. Terrified. Disgusted."
"Now add on that the woman you love."
"The same. Intensified. But Spike, Buffy knew that I-"
"I don't CARE!" He glanced quickly around, glad that his vampiric hearing had not sensed any stirring. Lowering his voice, he continued. "You have a SOUL, Angel... I haven't gotten my shiny new one yet. And the things we did.... I've only recently regretted. Never took the time before. Never thought much on it. Chalked it up to deviant, 'family' experiences and moved on. Now, with the baby... my baby coming, I just wish... That I could erase it all. Not even because... I didn't enjoy it at the time. No use lying right? But because I never thought... I'd never have anyone to answer to. Big Bad. But now I've gotten this little bugger, and her Mum."
"Spike, what we did was-"
"Depraved. We shouldn't ever have let Dru talk us into it. Ever. We don't share well. Never did. I've still got scars, Angel."
Angel's eyes faltered, knowing the tattoo on his shoulder his jagged scars from Spike's hands.
"Angel, would you ever, again, I mean... Well, Buffy heard us, t hat night in the kitchen."
"She what?"
"She heard us. She told me that whatever happened the last hundred years would have to wait.... the next few days were gonna be harrowing." He grinned half-heartedly at his grandsire. "Then she told me she didn't hate me."
"We're different people. We're better people... well, to a degree of people-ness... but... I think... Buffy cares for you. If she didn't, you wouldn't be here. One of us would be dust. But we'd never do the things we did before. I knew love was always strong to you. But I never thought that it would be able to push back your demon. Loving Buffy has changed you. On a basic level, that even your demon acknowledges. That's... enviable. And powerful. And your woman is asleep on the couch in the living room. Take her to bed. I'm going to the mansion."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't push back my demon. I'm at peace with it. And it lets my love alone." Giving his grandsire a searching look, he made his way to the living room.
Glancing pensively at Spike and walking out the door, Angel made another famous exit.
Gathering his slayer in his arms, Spike headed upstairs, and stopped on the fifth step, realizing what Angel had said.
Your woman.
Your woman.
Angel had relinquished his mental claim on Buffy; turning it over in fact, to Spike.
Hurriedly tucking her in, Spike slid into bed beside her, swallowing when she rolled over, cuddled to his chest, one hand on her rounded stomach. After kissing her forehead, he yawned immensely and fell asleep.
To be awakened seemingly minutes later by the woman who had been curled in his arms. "Wake up."
He glared at her through blurry eyes. "What the bloody hell-"
"I heard you and Angel talking."
His stomach lurched, and he sat up slowly. "I see." Glancing at her warily, he waited.
"You and... And Angel... And you and Angel and Dru... You..." She took a deep breath, her hand going unconsciously to the angel pendant still hanging from her neck. "This isn't coming out well. You said... You said you were ashamed. Scared. But you said you were at peace with your demon."
Unsure where they were headed, he just watched her. He mentally braced himself to be thrown out. Left forever without his child and his love.
"Remember the day at the Magic Shop?" Her hand lifted from her pendant to run her fingers where his ridges had been. "You asked me... if I was frightened of you. I tried to prove to you... to myself that I wasn't. And I'm not. But it also proved to me that I trusted you. What I'm trying to say... it's just... I'm as at peace with your demon as you are."
She watched a cavalcade of emotion flicker across his face. Hopeful. Fearful. Confused. She reached out, linked their hands together, pressed them to his chest. Both could feel the pumping of his heart.
"And to be at peace with your demon... I have to be at peace with your past, too. And I am. I mean... I'm not saying it's not sick. But we both know it. And you've already said that you would never repeat your past again. If I can accept what you were, and who you are now... You should, too."
Unclasping their hands, she laid back down, her back to him, and attempted to sleep.
After a time, Spike lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her, not even attempting to sleep, and thought.
The next morning, the two sent Dawn off to school, and finally got around to picking up t he house. The last week had been... insane at best, and it took it's toll on the time she spent doing chores.
Barely heard over the vaccum that Buffy was running and the clattering in the kitchen she hoped wasn't her mother's fine china being broken by Spike, the doorbell chimed.
Shutting off the old vaccum, she walked to the door, swung it open.
"Good morning, Ms. Summer's... I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news..."
In her doorway stood none other than Charles Donovan.
End, part 16.
AGain, with the slight shortness. Little under 1000 words. Which was my goal. *groans at 976* I think thats' the number. Anyway, more by... say... Tuesday, latest? REVIEW!!!! Please? And these are to the people who got me over the 100 note marker (except the person who said they weren't reading past chapter 5. Hello, in the nicest way, Angel DOES tell Buffy off later, and they chill with the meanness.) Thank you so much. You are great reviewers. I would have quit after chapter 7 but for your lovely reviews. Please, I encourage you to read my OTHER stories too. Some are much MUCH shorter. :) Quick, fluffy reads. Ok... enough shameless plugging.
THANKS SO MUCH TIGERWOLF!!!!! I WILL READ YOUR STORY OVER THE WEEKEND!!!!!! *much love and huggles*
Always.
Tequila Sunrise