Description: Buffy, Spike, Dawn and the rest of the scoobs are perfectly
happy. But when Angelus and Drusilla kidnap Dawn as a ploy to get rid of
Spike all hell brakes loose. Buffy's forced to choose between family and
her soul mate.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything, along with Mutant Enemy and whoever else is involved. I plead with the forces that be everyday, but I still got nuttin, lol.
Distribution: I don't really care if you take it; just make sure you give me credit. It took me a long time to come up with this.
Spoilers: Post "Gift", and since I have yet to see season 6, I don't know if there are any spoilers.
The bell above the Magic Shop door rang cheerfully as Buffy and Spike came tramping in.
"Buffy? Is that you?" Giles asked from behind a bookshelf.
"Who else would it be this time of night?" she asked dumping the black bag filled with tools next to a bookshelf.
"'Ello Watcher." Spike said joyfully.
"Hello Spike." Giles said with a fake smile. "How went the patrolling?" He pushed a book back into the shelf and walked to the backroom. He reemerged almost immediately carrying a cup of freshly made coffee.
"Well actually we came across this demony thing. It was huge with gold skin and bumps and the whole nine yards. Had dreadlocks too." She was ranting again; something Buffy had become quite good at.
"Strong as hell too," Spike added rubbing his arm. "Got a piece of me."
"Oh poor baby." Buffy mocked him giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
'I'll never get used to that.' Giles thought as a disgusted look spread across his face. "Interesting."
"I'll tell you all about it when I check in tomorrow. But I'm really tired right now. I just wanna pick up Dawn and head home for some well overdue sleep."
"Dawn?" Giles asked confused.
"Yeah. You know." she began hoisting herself onto the counter. "Dawn Summers. Little me. About this tall, brown hair, hell of an attitude complex." She teased holding her hand almost equal with her own height.
"I know very well who you're talking about, but Dawn's not here."
Buffy and Spike exchanged looks of surprise.
"What do you mean the Niblet's not here? Where is she?" Spike asked.
"What time is it?" Buffy asked quickly, her voice somewhat worried.
"Uh," Giles glanced down at his watch. "8:22. Why?"
"I told her to be here by 8." Buffy sighed jumping off the counter and heading for the door. "C'mon Spike, we gotta go." She grabbed his good arm and pulled him to the door.
"Yeah. Be seein' ya Watcher." Spike said with a casual wave.
Giles didn't ever have time to say goodbye before they were out the door.
~*~
"What's the matter pet?" Spike asked the speechless Buffy.
She was slouching in the passenger's seat of the Desoto peering out the window. "Something's not right. Something's...wrong."
"What is it?" he asked pulling onto their street. "Is it the Nib." his sentence was cut short as he caught sight of the Summer's house.
It looked normal, like every other house on their street. It's faded gray siding looking even darker in the night sky. The windows stood still like sleeping eyes. The porch was bare except for the old swing that hung on the right side. But there was something about it that didn't seem right.
"The door." Spike said. He recklessly pulled the car in front of the house. He leapt out, neglecting to turn the engine off.
"Spike!" Buffy called after him. She grabbed the keys, fighting and twisting them until they gave up their hold. She lunged out of the car and up the sidewalk. Spike was waiting for her on the porch, staring blankly at the door.
"Spike! What is it? What's the mat." she stopped in mid-sentence. The door stood slightly ajar. The light in the hall was on and it shone through the crack. In the middle of the door was a piece of paper, stuck there by a huge nail.
Buffy reached for the paper, her hand shaking. She grabbed the nail and pulled it out with a struggle, letting the paper fall to the ground. She bent down and picked it up noticing an object lying on the porch floor. A tear streamed down her face when she realized what it was-Dawn's key. She straightened, the key clenched tightly in her fist, as she read the note.
Buffy, I've got Dawn. I'm keeping her until you pay me. What do I want? Well it's really very simple. I want Spike. You've got to choose, Buffy, between the creature you think you love, and your own flesh and blood. I'm giving you 24 hours, after that it won't be worth coming around. You'd just find your beloved Dawnie in the sort of situation that would cause you to put something wooden and pointy through her chest. Willow will know how to find me. Angel
Buffy felt her knees go weak. She reached for Spike as she collapsed on the porch. He grabbed her arm and lowered her to the ground easily.
"Luv, what is it?" he asked, his voice clearly panicked. He knelt in front of her, holding her shoulders loosely. Buffy stared straight past him not blinking. "Please," he begged. "Don't slip into another comma."
Buffy blinked and Spike sighed heavily. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. Spike pulled her close and buried her face in his neck.
"H-how could he do this?" she choked out between sobs.
"Who? Do what?"
Buffy handed him the letter. Spike glared at it reading. His eyes were stone cold and icy blue. When he was done he crumbled it and threw it aside angrily. He stood slowly looking around.
Buffy looked up at him helplessly, her eyes red from crying. She could see the anger in his eyes. His mouth was a straight line, clenched with anger. His hands hung by his side, balled into fists, like he was ready to fight.
"Spike?" she asked meekly.
His eyes dropped to hers. They were filled with pain, anger, and hurt. He took her hands and pulled her to a standing position. He drew her face to his, sharing a deep, passionate kiss. Buffy felt peaceful for that moment. All her worries and newly found fears dropped away like leaves on the autumn trees. She felt safe and protecting in Spike's grasp. He had become almost human in her eyes. He shared feeling, love, hate, pain, guilt, remorse.things Buffy thought only humans could feel.
Reluctantly she broke the embrace, gasping for air. Spike also inhaled, not because he need to but because it had become a habit.
He looked deep into her eyes. They seemed a little calmer than before. "Don't worry," he said in a soothing whisper. "We're going to get the Niblet back. Count on it."
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything, along with Mutant Enemy and whoever else is involved. I plead with the forces that be everyday, but I still got nuttin, lol.
Distribution: I don't really care if you take it; just make sure you give me credit. It took me a long time to come up with this.
Spoilers: Post "Gift", and since I have yet to see season 6, I don't know if there are any spoilers.
The bell above the Magic Shop door rang cheerfully as Buffy and Spike came tramping in.
"Buffy? Is that you?" Giles asked from behind a bookshelf.
"Who else would it be this time of night?" she asked dumping the black bag filled with tools next to a bookshelf.
"'Ello Watcher." Spike said joyfully.
"Hello Spike." Giles said with a fake smile. "How went the patrolling?" He pushed a book back into the shelf and walked to the backroom. He reemerged almost immediately carrying a cup of freshly made coffee.
"Well actually we came across this demony thing. It was huge with gold skin and bumps and the whole nine yards. Had dreadlocks too." She was ranting again; something Buffy had become quite good at.
"Strong as hell too," Spike added rubbing his arm. "Got a piece of me."
"Oh poor baby." Buffy mocked him giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
'I'll never get used to that.' Giles thought as a disgusted look spread across his face. "Interesting."
"I'll tell you all about it when I check in tomorrow. But I'm really tired right now. I just wanna pick up Dawn and head home for some well overdue sleep."
"Dawn?" Giles asked confused.
"Yeah. You know." she began hoisting herself onto the counter. "Dawn Summers. Little me. About this tall, brown hair, hell of an attitude complex." She teased holding her hand almost equal with her own height.
"I know very well who you're talking about, but Dawn's not here."
Buffy and Spike exchanged looks of surprise.
"What do you mean the Niblet's not here? Where is she?" Spike asked.
"What time is it?" Buffy asked quickly, her voice somewhat worried.
"Uh," Giles glanced down at his watch. "8:22. Why?"
"I told her to be here by 8." Buffy sighed jumping off the counter and heading for the door. "C'mon Spike, we gotta go." She grabbed his good arm and pulled him to the door.
"Yeah. Be seein' ya Watcher." Spike said with a casual wave.
Giles didn't ever have time to say goodbye before they were out the door.
~*~
"What's the matter pet?" Spike asked the speechless Buffy.
She was slouching in the passenger's seat of the Desoto peering out the window. "Something's not right. Something's...wrong."
"What is it?" he asked pulling onto their street. "Is it the Nib." his sentence was cut short as he caught sight of the Summer's house.
It looked normal, like every other house on their street. It's faded gray siding looking even darker in the night sky. The windows stood still like sleeping eyes. The porch was bare except for the old swing that hung on the right side. But there was something about it that didn't seem right.
"The door." Spike said. He recklessly pulled the car in front of the house. He leapt out, neglecting to turn the engine off.
"Spike!" Buffy called after him. She grabbed the keys, fighting and twisting them until they gave up their hold. She lunged out of the car and up the sidewalk. Spike was waiting for her on the porch, staring blankly at the door.
"Spike! What is it? What's the mat." she stopped in mid-sentence. The door stood slightly ajar. The light in the hall was on and it shone through the crack. In the middle of the door was a piece of paper, stuck there by a huge nail.
Buffy reached for the paper, her hand shaking. She grabbed the nail and pulled it out with a struggle, letting the paper fall to the ground. She bent down and picked it up noticing an object lying on the porch floor. A tear streamed down her face when she realized what it was-Dawn's key. She straightened, the key clenched tightly in her fist, as she read the note.
Buffy, I've got Dawn. I'm keeping her until you pay me. What do I want? Well it's really very simple. I want Spike. You've got to choose, Buffy, between the creature you think you love, and your own flesh and blood. I'm giving you 24 hours, after that it won't be worth coming around. You'd just find your beloved Dawnie in the sort of situation that would cause you to put something wooden and pointy through her chest. Willow will know how to find me. Angel
Buffy felt her knees go weak. She reached for Spike as she collapsed on the porch. He grabbed her arm and lowered her to the ground easily.
"Luv, what is it?" he asked, his voice clearly panicked. He knelt in front of her, holding her shoulders loosely. Buffy stared straight past him not blinking. "Please," he begged. "Don't slip into another comma."
Buffy blinked and Spike sighed heavily. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. Spike pulled her close and buried her face in his neck.
"H-how could he do this?" she choked out between sobs.
"Who? Do what?"
Buffy handed him the letter. Spike glared at it reading. His eyes were stone cold and icy blue. When he was done he crumbled it and threw it aside angrily. He stood slowly looking around.
Buffy looked up at him helplessly, her eyes red from crying. She could see the anger in his eyes. His mouth was a straight line, clenched with anger. His hands hung by his side, balled into fists, like he was ready to fight.
"Spike?" she asked meekly.
His eyes dropped to hers. They were filled with pain, anger, and hurt. He took her hands and pulled her to a standing position. He drew her face to his, sharing a deep, passionate kiss. Buffy felt peaceful for that moment. All her worries and newly found fears dropped away like leaves on the autumn trees. She felt safe and protecting in Spike's grasp. He had become almost human in her eyes. He shared feeling, love, hate, pain, guilt, remorse.things Buffy thought only humans could feel.
Reluctantly she broke the embrace, gasping for air. Spike also inhaled, not because he need to but because it had become a habit.
He looked deep into her eyes. They seemed a little calmer than before. "Don't worry," he said in a soothing whisper. "We're going to get the Niblet back. Count on it."