Could I Be Good Enough?
by Invisible Sun
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. Darren Hayes, the greatest
lyricist ever, own the song "Good Enough" from his debut
CD - "Spin" - a MUST-HAVE. :)
Rating: PG - 13, for now
Keywords: Angst, Romance (S/B)
Summary: Sequel to 'Technology Doesn't Last Forever.'
Spike's now chip-free. But will he be able to handle it?
(S/B)
Author's Note: This picks up IMMEDIATELY where
'Technology...' left off. I recommend reading that first.
Also, I don't think there are any spoilers....If there is,
I'll post a warning.
Part 1
Riley turned away from the window and looked at Xander.
"I should go. Must report to my superior and everything."
Xander nodded. "What will you tell them?"
"I'll tell them the situation's been taken care of."
Riley started to leave.
"We won't be seeing you again, will we?" Xander asked.
Riley shook his head, "No. Buffy's right. I don't have
the right to be here. My life's not here anymore. It's
out there. In the jungle." He turned and left quietly
with no other words.
Xander turned back to the window. Back to Buffy and Spike.
He was surprised at how calm he was about their apparent
new relationship. Strange. He shook his head and quietly
left the couple alone.
"How are you feeling?" Buffy whispered, looking at Spike
with a love he was unaccustomed to.
"I feel like my head's been cracked open," he replied with
a smirk.
She chuckled, "Well, yeah."
"But, seriously, I...feel fine...a little sore..." he trailed
off, looking around the room, "Buffy, where the hell am I?"
She smiled, "You're in the hospital."
"Hospital? What the hell am I doing here? Aren't the docs
going to be a little confused when they check my pulse only
to find out I don't have one?"
"Riley pulled a few strings. The doctor knows about your...
special condition."
"Riley?! How the hell did you get Whitebread to help *me*?"
"He wanted me to be happy. And I'm only happy with you,"
she stated seriously. She looked down at their clasped
hands. "I came so close to losing you."
"Buffy, love, in all the time you've been trying everything
you could to get me to leave, I never did. Do you really
think something so small as a chip is going to make me leave?"
"No...you're right. What was I thinking?"
She smiled and he smiled back.
"So, uh, when do I get to go home?" Spike asked as the door
opened and Dr. Stapp stepped in.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask the doctor yourself?" Buffy
said.
"Yeah, Doc. I'm ready to go home now."
"Well, I guess we know there's no brain damage... Although I
have no idea if you could get brain damage considering the
fact that you're technically dead," Stapp said.
"That's great, Doc, really. But can I leave now?"
Stapp shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not. Your
body's healing at an extraordinary pace... And, besides, it's
not like the hospital can do much for you..."
"A'right then," Spike sat up and, swinging his legs over the
edge of the bed, stood up. Immediately, his knees buckled and
he started to collapse, but was saved from hitting the ground
by Buffy.
"Ah, yes. I have forgotten. The chip sent out an electric
pulse through your brain, rendering your paralyzed, though I'm
sure you're aware of that. You will be weak for a couple of
days or so until your body can repair the damage."
Spike nodded as Buffy helped him back to the bed, not liking it
one bit but accepting it grudgingly.
"I'll have the nurse bring a wheelchair by and you can leave,"
Dr. Stapp said.
"Thank you, Doctor," Buffy said.
Stapp nodded and left the room in search of the nurse.
Alone, Buffy leaned in and kissed Spike on the lips. He moaned
as they pulled apart. "Not that I'm complaining, love, but what's
that for?"
She shrugged, "Just felt like it."
He smiled and they kissed again. She moved to straddle his lap.
He ran his hands across her back and through her hair.
"Ahem," a voice startled them.
Embarrassed and beet-red, Buffy climbed off Spike's lap as the
nurse rolled the wheelchair around. Spike just continued to grin
as he was settled into the chair.
And he was free to leave the hospital.
End Part One
A/N: I know. It's incredibly short. I promise the next part
will be longer... When will it be up? Can't answer that one...
by Invisible Sun
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. Darren Hayes, the greatest
lyricist ever, own the song "Good Enough" from his debut
CD - "Spin" - a MUST-HAVE. :)
Rating: PG - 13, for now
Keywords: Angst, Romance (S/B)
Summary: Sequel to 'Technology Doesn't Last Forever.'
Spike's now chip-free. But will he be able to handle it?
(S/B)
Author's Note: This picks up IMMEDIATELY where
'Technology...' left off. I recommend reading that first.
Also, I don't think there are any spoilers....If there is,
I'll post a warning.
Part 1
Riley turned away from the window and looked at Xander.
"I should go. Must report to my superior and everything."
Xander nodded. "What will you tell them?"
"I'll tell them the situation's been taken care of."
Riley started to leave.
"We won't be seeing you again, will we?" Xander asked.
Riley shook his head, "No. Buffy's right. I don't have
the right to be here. My life's not here anymore. It's
out there. In the jungle." He turned and left quietly
with no other words.
Xander turned back to the window. Back to Buffy and Spike.
He was surprised at how calm he was about their apparent
new relationship. Strange. He shook his head and quietly
left the couple alone.
"How are you feeling?" Buffy whispered, looking at Spike
with a love he was unaccustomed to.
"I feel like my head's been cracked open," he replied with
a smirk.
She chuckled, "Well, yeah."
"But, seriously, I...feel fine...a little sore..." he trailed
off, looking around the room, "Buffy, where the hell am I?"
She smiled, "You're in the hospital."
"Hospital? What the hell am I doing here? Aren't the docs
going to be a little confused when they check my pulse only
to find out I don't have one?"
"Riley pulled a few strings. The doctor knows about your...
special condition."
"Riley?! How the hell did you get Whitebread to help *me*?"
"He wanted me to be happy. And I'm only happy with you,"
she stated seriously. She looked down at their clasped
hands. "I came so close to losing you."
"Buffy, love, in all the time you've been trying everything
you could to get me to leave, I never did. Do you really
think something so small as a chip is going to make me leave?"
"No...you're right. What was I thinking?"
She smiled and he smiled back.
"So, uh, when do I get to go home?" Spike asked as the door
opened and Dr. Stapp stepped in.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask the doctor yourself?" Buffy
said.
"Yeah, Doc. I'm ready to go home now."
"Well, I guess we know there's no brain damage... Although I
have no idea if you could get brain damage considering the
fact that you're technically dead," Stapp said.
"That's great, Doc, really. But can I leave now?"
Stapp shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not. Your
body's healing at an extraordinary pace... And, besides, it's
not like the hospital can do much for you..."
"A'right then," Spike sat up and, swinging his legs over the
edge of the bed, stood up. Immediately, his knees buckled and
he started to collapse, but was saved from hitting the ground
by Buffy.
"Ah, yes. I have forgotten. The chip sent out an electric
pulse through your brain, rendering your paralyzed, though I'm
sure you're aware of that. You will be weak for a couple of
days or so until your body can repair the damage."
Spike nodded as Buffy helped him back to the bed, not liking it
one bit but accepting it grudgingly.
"I'll have the nurse bring a wheelchair by and you can leave,"
Dr. Stapp said.
"Thank you, Doctor," Buffy said.
Stapp nodded and left the room in search of the nurse.
Alone, Buffy leaned in and kissed Spike on the lips. He moaned
as they pulled apart. "Not that I'm complaining, love, but what's
that for?"
She shrugged, "Just felt like it."
He smiled and they kissed again. She moved to straddle his lap.
He ran his hands across her back and through her hair.
"Ahem," a voice startled them.
Embarrassed and beet-red, Buffy climbed off Spike's lap as the
nurse rolled the wheelchair around. Spike just continued to grin
as he was settled into the chair.
And he was free to leave the hospital.
End Part One
A/N: I know. It's incredibly short. I promise the next part
will be longer... When will it be up? Can't answer that one...
