Wind Beneath My Wings
By: Stephy Rated R Disclaimer- As you probably already know, I own nothing! They all belong to Joss. *Set during AU season 4 after 'Something Blue' Ever wonder why Buffy choice "Wind Beneath My Wings" for her wedding song? Spuffyness!! Feedback motivates me.heehee! So sorry guys, for the slow update. But school was getting deep. Thanks for being patient and the awesome reviews!
'He came back! I can't believe he came back to help me!'
Twenty-four hours later, Buffy finally awaken from her deep coma. She felt alone and cold.
Finally, realization dawned on her.
She was in a hospital.
"Hello! Hello! Someone. anyone! HELLO!" She was screaming now. The doctor rushed in with Joyce and Giles following close behind.
Joyce kneeled by Buffy's side and began to brush her blonde locks back in a comforting manner.
"Shh. It's ok sweetie. Just calm down. Everything is ok."
Heavy breathing slowly began to faint. Having loving and familiar faces helped her relax and regain gain focus.
Giles removed his glasses and started to wipe them clean, using a piece of cloth he had pulled out of his pocket. "Is she going to be alright?"
The doctor flexed to face the watcher, while gaining Joyce's attention. "Ms. Summer did loose large sums of blood. I'm actually shocked myself that she barely made it. However, all in positive affect, Ms. Summers will be just fine."
Joyce's tense stance loosened, after hearing the doctor's reassurance. She got up from her position, and began to shake the doctor's hand with meaningful bliss. "Thank you so much!"
"No problem. That's what I am here for. I just need to run a few more test, you need to sign a couple of papers, and then, Ms. Summers may be released. She's a very strong girl."
Giles smiled with glimmering pride, "That she is."
The next night, the slayer was fully back to normal health, 'The beauty of super healing powers.'
She casually walked towards Spike's, twirling her stake in hand. 'Why hasn't he come to see me?' Her expression went downcast.
She sat by the tombstone, as she began to flashback to the night. She was so close to death, and her worst enemy saved her. The same arrogant vamp that couldn't even help her with information had her protectively in his arms.
'I don't even know why you even care Spike.'
'Because I. Love. Her'
She replayed that specific memory in her head. 'Was he serious?' She had to talk to him.
She went over to his crypt and nervously knocked,
No answer.
She knocked harder this time. Still nothing.
"Damn!" The slayer cursed underneath her breath.
Spike was walking back from Willy's. He had not seen Buffy in two days, and it was eating him up inside.
He wanted to see her. To make sure she was ok. To hold her in his arms. She felt so right in his arms. When he had to let her go, his heart shattered. He wanted to make things right, since it was his fault she almost met her fate.
He squeezed his eyes shut as the thought crossed his mind.
He stopped his self-inflicted banter when he reached the dorms.
The bleached vampire just stared at the big brown building.
"Buffy's not home."
He quickly turned around.
" Sod off Harris."
"Listen evil dead, I'm just letting you know, that the Buffster isn't here. She went patrolling."
Spike's eyebrows knitted together as he listen to Xander's ramblings.
"Is she well enough to patrol?"
Xander slumped a little as he proceeded towards the vamp. "I dunno, I mean I guess. She is the slayer with miraculous healing powers." The last part was said while gesturing air quotes.
Spike glared at him, "Out of my way dead weight." He pushed pass him and continued to walk.
"Wait Spike!"
He stopped at Xander's holler, but did not face him.
"Talk to her. She really misses you. She was kind of sad-ish when you didn't come to see her."
It came out of his mouth as if it was the hardest thing he ever had to say. Moreover, Spike new it.
With his back still facing Xander he mumbled, "Thanks Harris."
"No problem, but I still loath you."
"Mutual feeling." Spike breathlessly added, as he head towards the cemetery.
Kick. Punch. Duck. High-kick. Dust. That was her fifth vampire of the night.
"You really should be resting, luv" Came a low British accent.
Buffy slowly turn towards the bleached vamp, not really knowing what to say. "Did you really mean it?"
Baffled, Spike cocked his head to the left and studied her features. For the first time, he couldn't read her. "Did I really mean what, pet?"
Not a single movement was made. She inhaled deeply before continuing, "Do you. do you really love me?"
Spike swallowed hard. He didn't know if her asking was a good thing or a bad thing. His chest started to rise.
A smile crept on Buffy's face, as she awaited his answer. "Spike, you're breathing."
He brought his head down. "Sorry."
"It's not a big deal."
She was soon cut off by his words. "No Buffy. I'm sorry for everything that happened with you and that stupid wanker. If I wasn't so bloody stubborn the night you came to me, I could of save you the pain."
He ran his hand nervously through his bleached hair, "Buffy, if you'd died, I could never forgive myself."
Buffy took a step closer. Her mind was discombobulated with random thoughts. "You still didn't answer my question."
"Yes." It came out plain and simple.
Buffy's mouth formed an O shape. 'How? When? Why?'
It was as if Spike could read her mind, as he answered her internal questions. "The day you told me the story of your mum and dad, I realized there was more to you then just the slayer. You're also just a girl who wishes to love and to be loved in return, and I understood that."
He was pacing back and forth now, making a perfectly straight line in the grass. "The simple fact that you wanted to feel something so special with me was over-whelming. Even if it was just the soddin' spell." As he finished, his voice began to loose all hope.
Buffy went towards the vampire and lifted up his chin with her two fingers. She could have sworn she saw Spike's soul within his eyes.
"Say it again please." It came out as an optimistic plea.
"I love you, Buffy" His voice was shaky.
Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike's neck with a confident beam plastered on her face. "Did you ever know that you're my hero?" With that said, she sealed her lips upon his.
TBC??
What do ya think? You want more? If you have any ideas let me know!! Hoped you enjoy the chapter!
By: Stephy Rated R Disclaimer- As you probably already know, I own nothing! They all belong to Joss. *Set during AU season 4 after 'Something Blue' Ever wonder why Buffy choice "Wind Beneath My Wings" for her wedding song? Spuffyness!! Feedback motivates me.heehee! So sorry guys, for the slow update. But school was getting deep. Thanks for being patient and the awesome reviews!
'He came back! I can't believe he came back to help me!'
Twenty-four hours later, Buffy finally awaken from her deep coma. She felt alone and cold.
Finally, realization dawned on her.
She was in a hospital.
"Hello! Hello! Someone. anyone! HELLO!" She was screaming now. The doctor rushed in with Joyce and Giles following close behind.
Joyce kneeled by Buffy's side and began to brush her blonde locks back in a comforting manner.
"Shh. It's ok sweetie. Just calm down. Everything is ok."
Heavy breathing slowly began to faint. Having loving and familiar faces helped her relax and regain gain focus.
Giles removed his glasses and started to wipe them clean, using a piece of cloth he had pulled out of his pocket. "Is she going to be alright?"
The doctor flexed to face the watcher, while gaining Joyce's attention. "Ms. Summer did loose large sums of blood. I'm actually shocked myself that she barely made it. However, all in positive affect, Ms. Summers will be just fine."
Joyce's tense stance loosened, after hearing the doctor's reassurance. She got up from her position, and began to shake the doctor's hand with meaningful bliss. "Thank you so much!"
"No problem. That's what I am here for. I just need to run a few more test, you need to sign a couple of papers, and then, Ms. Summers may be released. She's a very strong girl."
Giles smiled with glimmering pride, "That she is."
The next night, the slayer was fully back to normal health, 'The beauty of super healing powers.'
She casually walked towards Spike's, twirling her stake in hand. 'Why hasn't he come to see me?' Her expression went downcast.
She sat by the tombstone, as she began to flashback to the night. She was so close to death, and her worst enemy saved her. The same arrogant vamp that couldn't even help her with information had her protectively in his arms.
'I don't even know why you even care Spike.'
'Because I. Love. Her'
She replayed that specific memory in her head. 'Was he serious?' She had to talk to him.
She went over to his crypt and nervously knocked,
No answer.
She knocked harder this time. Still nothing.
"Damn!" The slayer cursed underneath her breath.
Spike was walking back from Willy's. He had not seen Buffy in two days, and it was eating him up inside.
He wanted to see her. To make sure she was ok. To hold her in his arms. She felt so right in his arms. When he had to let her go, his heart shattered. He wanted to make things right, since it was his fault she almost met her fate.
He squeezed his eyes shut as the thought crossed his mind.
He stopped his self-inflicted banter when he reached the dorms.
The bleached vampire just stared at the big brown building.
"Buffy's not home."
He quickly turned around.
" Sod off Harris."
"Listen evil dead, I'm just letting you know, that the Buffster isn't here. She went patrolling."
Spike's eyebrows knitted together as he listen to Xander's ramblings.
"Is she well enough to patrol?"
Xander slumped a little as he proceeded towards the vamp. "I dunno, I mean I guess. She is the slayer with miraculous healing powers." The last part was said while gesturing air quotes.
Spike glared at him, "Out of my way dead weight." He pushed pass him and continued to walk.
"Wait Spike!"
He stopped at Xander's holler, but did not face him.
"Talk to her. She really misses you. She was kind of sad-ish when you didn't come to see her."
It came out of his mouth as if it was the hardest thing he ever had to say. Moreover, Spike new it.
With his back still facing Xander he mumbled, "Thanks Harris."
"No problem, but I still loath you."
"Mutual feeling." Spike breathlessly added, as he head towards the cemetery.
Kick. Punch. Duck. High-kick. Dust. That was her fifth vampire of the night.
"You really should be resting, luv" Came a low British accent.
Buffy slowly turn towards the bleached vamp, not really knowing what to say. "Did you really mean it?"
Baffled, Spike cocked his head to the left and studied her features. For the first time, he couldn't read her. "Did I really mean what, pet?"
Not a single movement was made. She inhaled deeply before continuing, "Do you. do you really love me?"
Spike swallowed hard. He didn't know if her asking was a good thing or a bad thing. His chest started to rise.
A smile crept on Buffy's face, as she awaited his answer. "Spike, you're breathing."
He brought his head down. "Sorry."
"It's not a big deal."
She was soon cut off by his words. "No Buffy. I'm sorry for everything that happened with you and that stupid wanker. If I wasn't so bloody stubborn the night you came to me, I could of save you the pain."
He ran his hand nervously through his bleached hair, "Buffy, if you'd died, I could never forgive myself."
Buffy took a step closer. Her mind was discombobulated with random thoughts. "You still didn't answer my question."
"Yes." It came out plain and simple.
Buffy's mouth formed an O shape. 'How? When? Why?'
It was as if Spike could read her mind, as he answered her internal questions. "The day you told me the story of your mum and dad, I realized there was more to you then just the slayer. You're also just a girl who wishes to love and to be loved in return, and I understood that."
He was pacing back and forth now, making a perfectly straight line in the grass. "The simple fact that you wanted to feel something so special with me was over-whelming. Even if it was just the soddin' spell." As he finished, his voice began to loose all hope.
Buffy went towards the vampire and lifted up his chin with her two fingers. She could have sworn she saw Spike's soul within his eyes.
"Say it again please." It came out as an optimistic plea.
"I love you, Buffy" His voice was shaky.
Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike's neck with a confident beam plastered on her face. "Did you ever know that you're my hero?" With that said, she sealed her lips upon his.
TBC??
What do ya think? You want more? If you have any ideas let me know!! Hoped you enjoy the chapter!