"Really? She did?" Dawn exclaimed after Buffy had finished the story about
Pippy. Buffy, who was in a fit of giggles, took a couple of deep breaths
before answering. "Yes! It's true." The two sisters broke into laughter
again. "And here I was thinking she was pretend." The two of them continued
with their laughter until they heard their door open. Buffy turned to see
Xander, Anya, and Giles walk in. "Hey guys!" "Hello." Giles said before
hobbling onto the couch. He was still sore after what Willow had done to
him. Buffy helped him to the couch. "Thank you." He murmured. Buffy just
smiled and sat down next to Giles. "What are you laughing about?" Anya
asked Dawn, who was still chuckling. Buffy grinned and relayed the story to
the rest of the gang. Soon, they were all in stitches. Buffy smiled at her
friends. It felt so good to laugh after all that they had been through with
Willow's getting evil, and Tara's death. This was the start of a hopefully
happier future for the Scooby Gang.
'Good God.' Spike thought as he saw the sign that welcomed everyone to Sunnyvale. 'I'm back here again.' It was hard for him to believe, but there it was. He was back. Why? He was all too aware of the reason. Spike clenched his jaw against the torrent of emotions that went through him. He's come back because of Buffy, The Slayer, and the woman that had managed to capture his heart. Spike sighed, smiling. Thoughts of Buffy had a way of making him do that. The love he felt seemed even stronger since he'd gotten his soul back. That was the reason, he supposed, that he felt so compelled to come back and see her. He felt guilt for doing what he did to her, for leaving everyone he cared about behind. He had been a selfish coward and he felt horrible about it. Spike huffed. This all too deep human guilt was still hard to deal with, but at the same time, it felt nice to know that he could feel things he'd forgotten to feel as a vampire. It was amazing just how much of yourself you could lose just because you fancy the idea of being immortal and supposedly not having a care in the world. Spike scowled. 'What a stupid git I was back then.' He thought, thinking of his former incredibly geeky self. Buffy had been on the road to changing him beforehand, he admitted. It was because of her that he'd learned what real love, trust and friendship felt like. Tears, for the first time in 200 years, pricked his eyes. They fell freely down his cheeks. There was no sense in hiding them. If he did, they'd just stay pent up inside him and cause him more pain and he wasn't about to go through anything like that ever again. "Oh, Buffy I love you so much. I pray to God that one day you'll believe me and find it in your heart to love me too." He murmured. "I'm sure she will." Spike jumped and look at a young girl, no more than five smiling at him. Spike, if he could blush, would be bright red at the moment. He'd completely forgotten that he was sitting on a city bus heading to downtown Sunnydale at 12:30 at night. "Thanks." He muttered and turned back to the window he'd been staring out of. Unconsciously, he wiped the tears from his eyes as he stared. 'Well, this ought to be fun.' He thought then yawned and closed his eyes, feeling tired.
'Good God.' Spike thought as he saw the sign that welcomed everyone to Sunnyvale. 'I'm back here again.' It was hard for him to believe, but there it was. He was back. Why? He was all too aware of the reason. Spike clenched his jaw against the torrent of emotions that went through him. He's come back because of Buffy, The Slayer, and the woman that had managed to capture his heart. Spike sighed, smiling. Thoughts of Buffy had a way of making him do that. The love he felt seemed even stronger since he'd gotten his soul back. That was the reason, he supposed, that he felt so compelled to come back and see her. He felt guilt for doing what he did to her, for leaving everyone he cared about behind. He had been a selfish coward and he felt horrible about it. Spike huffed. This all too deep human guilt was still hard to deal with, but at the same time, it felt nice to know that he could feel things he'd forgotten to feel as a vampire. It was amazing just how much of yourself you could lose just because you fancy the idea of being immortal and supposedly not having a care in the world. Spike scowled. 'What a stupid git I was back then.' He thought, thinking of his former incredibly geeky self. Buffy had been on the road to changing him beforehand, he admitted. It was because of her that he'd learned what real love, trust and friendship felt like. Tears, for the first time in 200 years, pricked his eyes. They fell freely down his cheeks. There was no sense in hiding them. If he did, they'd just stay pent up inside him and cause him more pain and he wasn't about to go through anything like that ever again. "Oh, Buffy I love you so much. I pray to God that one day you'll believe me and find it in your heart to love me too." He murmured. "I'm sure she will." Spike jumped and look at a young girl, no more than five smiling at him. Spike, if he could blush, would be bright red at the moment. He'd completely forgotten that he was sitting on a city bus heading to downtown Sunnydale at 12:30 at night. "Thanks." He muttered and turned back to the window he'd been staring out of. Unconsciously, he wiped the tears from his eyes as he stared. 'Well, this ought to be fun.' He thought then yawned and closed his eyes, feeling tired.