**Until Forever**
A/n: Hey there, everyone. Okay. . . so, um, yeah. I really have nothing to say this time, except that all you reviewers are the reason I write this crap! :) But anyways, I should also warn you that the next chapter will either most definitely be under the R section, so please look for it there, or maybe under PG-13 but with one huge ass warning. I probably will post two versions of the next part though, I'm not sure yet. Ah, don't worry, either way it'll all work out. If you miss the next section for whatever preposterous reason, then e-mail it to me and I'll pull some strings to get it delivered to your virtual e-mail door. *wink*
By the way, if anybody still has some requests, send 'em my way now cause the story will be over soon.
And finally, enough with the bullshit nonsense, here is the chappy.
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Buffy was currently enjoying the view of Angel's mouth when she was suddenly rudely interrupted, by none other than Spike's sexily irritating accented voice. She broke away from Angel's kiss, her lips red and swollen, and she tossed the bottle blondie a death glare, her hands still firmly intertwined in Angel's shirt. She saw him smirk widely, his hands innocently placed in his baggy jeans' pockets. Buffy didn't know why he was smirking, or what it had to do with her, but she was sure it would end up pissing her off.
"What the hell you looking at, Spike?" she asked snidely, then felt her temper rise when all he did was smirk wider. More like grin insanely, actually. Buffy was about to turn back to a dazed Angel, when suddenly her eyes flew open, and recognition hit her.
She changed glances between Spike and Angel, her hazel eyes wide as they switched back and forth between the two. Spike stood there, trying like hell not to laugh at that look on her face. Angel just wanted to go back to kissing, so he was disgruntled when she wouldn't meet his lips again. But Buffy had bigger problems on her hands.
Namely the fact Spike would probably embarrass her horribly by bringing up something Xander-related in front of Angel, and then making her argue with Angel yet again over that whole event.
She just sighed, and waited for the onslaught.
As predicted, Spike delivered. He waited a little bit, for the tension to build. Angel started realizing something was wrong in his big meaty head, and Buffy was anxiously chewing her expensive fingernails to absolutely nothing. And still, Spike waited, grin firmly in place.
Finally, he broke the thick silence, his blue eyes sparkling maliciously. "Hey, Peaches, how ya been, mate?" Spike asked Angel merrily, patting Angel on the back. Angel looked at him, face stoic, but gave a little nod in response. The two didn't exactly like each other, as Spike had delivered the bad news to Angel way back when, and Angel was going out with a girl Spike supposedly hated. Supposedly. But, that wasn't exactly the point, now was it.
"Good. You?" answered Angel, in typical Angel fashion. Buffy fidgeted nervously on her chair, hoping that now Spike had antagonized her, he would leave. She gave him a hopeful smile and said, "Okay, everyone's good. I'm good. You're good. He's good. Lets make with the good, and have you leave us alone, Spike."
Spike looked Buffy in the eye, his gaze holding hers longer then it was supposed too. He broke the contact only to glance sidelong at Angel before turning back to her and saying clearly, "Oh, come now pet, that's not necessary. I was just visiting you and the old poof over here."
Before Angel could interrupt, as he frowned deeply, Spike was off and running again. "Oh, and Buffy, pet, Xander said he needs to speak to you about something. I have no clue what in god's name it could be. I fancy a secret meeting between the two of you isn't the best at these times, eh?" He finished his jab with a winning smile.
Buffy finished it off with a flip off the bird. Angel finished it off with a simple and elegant, "Fuck you, Spike. Leave."
Spike pretended to be hurt, and he mock frowned. He looked once more at Buffy, relishing her blazing eyes and tense mouth. Somewhere deep inside he felt immensely bad for what he was doing, but that place was small and rarely used. So really, he felt that nothing could be sweeter then this moment.
"Now, now, you old ponce, that's no way to speak to your friends. After all, I'm the one that tells you the shit straight up, such as the time with lovely Buffy over here and Xander. Bloody hell that was, remember. . . but its great that you two lovebirds are back together, innit? I have to say, if my chit ever cheated on my with someone else, I would have killed them both. But you, Peaches, must have a lot of patience and forgiveness. I salute you." Spike stood straight and actually saluted to Angel, his face looking somewhat serious.
Buffy sat, horrified, hoping to god Angel had suddenly gone deaf and missed everything just said. But judging the way his eyes burned, and the twitching muscle in his tense jaw, she could accurately say that he had heard every last word, and was not happy about it. Spike looked smug and extremely satisfied. Buffy hated him at that moment. For ruining her life, and looking so damn hot while he did so, hotter then, say, Angel. I really can't win, I just can't.
"Spike, shut your oversized mouth and go somewhere far from here. Preferably, go wait in the middle of the street outside until a car comes along." Buffy snapped at him. But that only seemed to propel him further, and he just sailed on.
"Yeah, what can I say, Buffy here is a little bit loose." Spike pretended to lean forward so he could stage-whisper in Angels' ear. "She even tried to come onto me, but I don't take sloppy seconds."
That was it. Angel seemed to snap. He growled, and gave Spike a hard look. "Spike, that's about it, bastard. Leave now, or I'll show you just how I got sued for that assault on Warren Meers." Spike gave him a look, then just rolled his blue eyes.
"Whatever, poof, I don't have time for this." Spike turned to Buffy, who had been too surprised to say anything after Spike's last comment. He winked at her, and the stated, "Pet, you are a slow-learner, but to go crawling back to him is even sinking low for you."
And with those final words, he turned and sauntered off, his gait cocky and satisfied. Buffy yelled after him, "Eat shit, you dickhead!" but he didn't even flinch, or turn around. She turned to Angel, stunned, waiting for his reaction to that whole thing.
Angel just muttered under his breath, and then looked at Buffy with those soulful brown eyes she used to love to look into. He stood up, scooped up his jacket, than gave Buffy a quick peck on the lips.
"Sorry, hon, but I have to go... think some things over. I'll see you tonight, right?"
Buffy was confused, and suspicious of where he was going, and what exactly he had to think about, but just nodded and plastered on a smile. He gave a tiny smile back, then slipped on his jacket and walked off of the set. She sat there, by herself, alone and confused about that whole thing. And pissed. Extremely utterly pissed at Spike for being so goddamn cruel and heartless and honest. . . and right. Most of all though, she hated him because he didn't seem to give one damn about her. Not one bit, not even at all. She sighed and slumped down in her chair.
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Spike sat outside, alone, thinking to himself as he slowly smoked a cigarette. He sighed, his breath coming out in a long stream of gray smoke. He had to go find himself some space to think, after that whole Buffy and Angel encounter. He knew that he'd been callous and cruel, but one of his biggest faults had always been his huge mouth, his pride, and the mix that the two of them made. Spike sighed again, looking down to the dirty sidewalk idly and wondering when the hell his life had become so confusing. A few weeks ago he'd been on top of the world; great acting career, huge success, hot girlfriend. Now he was pining away for some blonde bitch that he hated, and who probably only hated his guts in return to himself.
"Fuck," he muttered aloud, and threw the cigarette butt down on the ground. He ducked his head, trying to still the whirlwind of his thoughts.
"Talking to yourself, too, dude?"
Spike whipped around to meet the brown eyes of Xander, who was leaning against the doorjamb with his hands buried deep in his pockets. Spike threw him a small grin, and Xander smiled back, walking forward and dropping down to sit on the step beside Spike. He sighed, and looked up at the sky, squinting against the bright sun.
Spike looked at him, then shook his head and looked up at the sky too. "You guys have another fight, eh mate?" he asked Xander, sympathetic look in his blue eyes. Xander snorted, then look down at his scruffy tennis shoes. He nodded.
"Yeah, man. It was pretty bad this time."
"Isn't it always, though?" Spike shot back, studying Xander's face. Xander just turned up the corner of his lips, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Yeah." He answered slowly. Then he took a double take, looking at Spike more closely, and then laughing shortly to himself. "So, you guys have another fight, too?" he said to his blonde friend.
Spike's head shot up. He looked at Xander hard; the question was innocent, but he heard something in that tone that was insinuating more then it seemed. Spike squinted at Xander, trying to decipher the hidden meaning.
"What?"
"I mean, with Faith of course." Xander said angelically, a smirk on his handsome features. Spike just laughed softly, then he nodded.
"Yeah. Another fight. With Faith, of course." Spike answered, a weird feeling settling on his chest as he thought of 'Faith'.
"I see."
"Yep."
The men sat in silence, not talking, just thinking. Both wore sad faces, so eloquent in their pain. Finally, it was Xander who broke the silence again. "Why is it so hard? Once you find her, she's supposed to love you back just as much, and then you both live happily ever after."
Spike looked at Xander, feeling his heart go out to his friend. For some reason, Xander and Cordelia had become insanely close in the period of about two weeks. Maybe she really was the one for Xander. Spike scratched his head.
"But it's never that easy."
"Nope."
Silence again. Then, "At least I know where I am, and I can admit it to myself. Maybe you should tell 'Faith' how you really feel, Spike," from a sincere Xander. Spike shut his eyes and then opened them again.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because that's the way things are."
"Alright."
"Yeah."
Xander got to his feet, and Spike followed suit. They looked at each other, scrutinizing the raw emotions visibly showing. Xander shook his head ruefully. "You're gonna lose her, Spike."
"I never had her to begin with." Spike retorted shortly. Xander nodded in agree.
"True."
"But you can. She feels the same way, I can tell. Never mind what happens between them, or what you two say to each other. You both look at the other the way I look at Cordelia. So just say it before it's too late."
Xander turned, as if to walk in the doorway. But before he could, Spike grabbed him by the shoulder. Xander turned to look at him. Spike gave him a small, sad smile.
"Maybe I will tell 'Faith'."
Xander smiled back. "You do that."
The two looked once more at the clear sky and walked into the darkness of the doorway, reality swallowing them up whole as the door clicked shut behind them.
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Spike sauntered onto the set after Xander, feeling that things we're going to look up, just maybe. That was before he spotted Buffy holding a book of paper, and frantically gesturing to it with a crazy look on her yelling face to none other then Sylvio. The director looked perplexed but had a set expression on his aged face.
Spike walked over to Willow, who was standing with Tara and Cordelia, and looking grimly at the Buffy/Syvlio exchange. He leaned close to her ear.
"What's going on, Red?" he asked Willow softly, and she just turned to him with foreboding eyes. She bit her lip, then held out the thick script to him, which she had been holding in her hand. He took it cautiously, his face questioning.
"Page 58," she said simply, than gave him a little smirk before she turned back to her friend.
Spike frowned but quickly flipped through the book, landing on page 58 with apprehensive eyes. He quickly read the dialogue for that page, and in an instant his eyes had widened and his mouth dropped. He stomped over to Sylvio also, and started ranting just as Buffy was. Soon both actors were looking at each other with disdain and nervousness, and Sylvio was looking extremely satisfied.
The director turned to the audience watching them and said, "Okay people, this afternoon we film our first sex scene between Anthony and Mercedes. Let's get the bedroom ready, while Buffy and Spike go, uh, talk over their differences in the next room. We start shooting in twenty minutes."
The cast and crew were stunned, then each and every one of them grinned at the co-stars discomfort. Everyone hurriedly started setting up the bed, as no one wanted to miss this. It was sure to be interesting.
In the middle of the chaos, Buffy turned to Spike with burning eyes. She tightly said, "Let's go talk."
He just nodded tensely, his own eyes ablaze, and they both moved to the next room over.
Willow smirked over to Cordelia and said, "I knew that they would have to fuck eventually. All that hate and lust has to go somewhere. Five bucks says that they screw in that room right now."
Cordelia watched the door close to the room, her eyes sparkling. She turned back to Willow, pulling a five dollar bill out of her purse. She smiled evilly back, teeth gleaming. "You're on."
*To be continued. . .
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A/n: Hey there, everyone. Okay. . . so, um, yeah. I really have nothing to say this time, except that all you reviewers are the reason I write this crap! :) But anyways, I should also warn you that the next chapter will either most definitely be under the R section, so please look for it there, or maybe under PG-13 but with one huge ass warning. I probably will post two versions of the next part though, I'm not sure yet. Ah, don't worry, either way it'll all work out. If you miss the next section for whatever preposterous reason, then e-mail it to me and I'll pull some strings to get it delivered to your virtual e-mail door. *wink*
By the way, if anybody still has some requests, send 'em my way now cause the story will be over soon.
And finally, enough with the bullshit nonsense, here is the chappy.
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Buffy was currently enjoying the view of Angel's mouth when she was suddenly rudely interrupted, by none other than Spike's sexily irritating accented voice. She broke away from Angel's kiss, her lips red and swollen, and she tossed the bottle blondie a death glare, her hands still firmly intertwined in Angel's shirt. She saw him smirk widely, his hands innocently placed in his baggy jeans' pockets. Buffy didn't know why he was smirking, or what it had to do with her, but she was sure it would end up pissing her off.
"What the hell you looking at, Spike?" she asked snidely, then felt her temper rise when all he did was smirk wider. More like grin insanely, actually. Buffy was about to turn back to a dazed Angel, when suddenly her eyes flew open, and recognition hit her.
She changed glances between Spike and Angel, her hazel eyes wide as they switched back and forth between the two. Spike stood there, trying like hell not to laugh at that look on her face. Angel just wanted to go back to kissing, so he was disgruntled when she wouldn't meet his lips again. But Buffy had bigger problems on her hands.
Namely the fact Spike would probably embarrass her horribly by bringing up something Xander-related in front of Angel, and then making her argue with Angel yet again over that whole event.
She just sighed, and waited for the onslaught.
As predicted, Spike delivered. He waited a little bit, for the tension to build. Angel started realizing something was wrong in his big meaty head, and Buffy was anxiously chewing her expensive fingernails to absolutely nothing. And still, Spike waited, grin firmly in place.
Finally, he broke the thick silence, his blue eyes sparkling maliciously. "Hey, Peaches, how ya been, mate?" Spike asked Angel merrily, patting Angel on the back. Angel looked at him, face stoic, but gave a little nod in response. The two didn't exactly like each other, as Spike had delivered the bad news to Angel way back when, and Angel was going out with a girl Spike supposedly hated. Supposedly. But, that wasn't exactly the point, now was it.
"Good. You?" answered Angel, in typical Angel fashion. Buffy fidgeted nervously on her chair, hoping that now Spike had antagonized her, he would leave. She gave him a hopeful smile and said, "Okay, everyone's good. I'm good. You're good. He's good. Lets make with the good, and have you leave us alone, Spike."
Spike looked Buffy in the eye, his gaze holding hers longer then it was supposed too. He broke the contact only to glance sidelong at Angel before turning back to her and saying clearly, "Oh, come now pet, that's not necessary. I was just visiting you and the old poof over here."
Before Angel could interrupt, as he frowned deeply, Spike was off and running again. "Oh, and Buffy, pet, Xander said he needs to speak to you about something. I have no clue what in god's name it could be. I fancy a secret meeting between the two of you isn't the best at these times, eh?" He finished his jab with a winning smile.
Buffy finished it off with a flip off the bird. Angel finished it off with a simple and elegant, "Fuck you, Spike. Leave."
Spike pretended to be hurt, and he mock frowned. He looked once more at Buffy, relishing her blazing eyes and tense mouth. Somewhere deep inside he felt immensely bad for what he was doing, but that place was small and rarely used. So really, he felt that nothing could be sweeter then this moment.
"Now, now, you old ponce, that's no way to speak to your friends. After all, I'm the one that tells you the shit straight up, such as the time with lovely Buffy over here and Xander. Bloody hell that was, remember. . . but its great that you two lovebirds are back together, innit? I have to say, if my chit ever cheated on my with someone else, I would have killed them both. But you, Peaches, must have a lot of patience and forgiveness. I salute you." Spike stood straight and actually saluted to Angel, his face looking somewhat serious.
Buffy sat, horrified, hoping to god Angel had suddenly gone deaf and missed everything just said. But judging the way his eyes burned, and the twitching muscle in his tense jaw, she could accurately say that he had heard every last word, and was not happy about it. Spike looked smug and extremely satisfied. Buffy hated him at that moment. For ruining her life, and looking so damn hot while he did so, hotter then, say, Angel. I really can't win, I just can't.
"Spike, shut your oversized mouth and go somewhere far from here. Preferably, go wait in the middle of the street outside until a car comes along." Buffy snapped at him. But that only seemed to propel him further, and he just sailed on.
"Yeah, what can I say, Buffy here is a little bit loose." Spike pretended to lean forward so he could stage-whisper in Angels' ear. "She even tried to come onto me, but I don't take sloppy seconds."
That was it. Angel seemed to snap. He growled, and gave Spike a hard look. "Spike, that's about it, bastard. Leave now, or I'll show you just how I got sued for that assault on Warren Meers." Spike gave him a look, then just rolled his blue eyes.
"Whatever, poof, I don't have time for this." Spike turned to Buffy, who had been too surprised to say anything after Spike's last comment. He winked at her, and the stated, "Pet, you are a slow-learner, but to go crawling back to him is even sinking low for you."
And with those final words, he turned and sauntered off, his gait cocky and satisfied. Buffy yelled after him, "Eat shit, you dickhead!" but he didn't even flinch, or turn around. She turned to Angel, stunned, waiting for his reaction to that whole thing.
Angel just muttered under his breath, and then looked at Buffy with those soulful brown eyes she used to love to look into. He stood up, scooped up his jacket, than gave Buffy a quick peck on the lips.
"Sorry, hon, but I have to go... think some things over. I'll see you tonight, right?"
Buffy was confused, and suspicious of where he was going, and what exactly he had to think about, but just nodded and plastered on a smile. He gave a tiny smile back, then slipped on his jacket and walked off of the set. She sat there, by herself, alone and confused about that whole thing. And pissed. Extremely utterly pissed at Spike for being so goddamn cruel and heartless and honest. . . and right. Most of all though, she hated him because he didn't seem to give one damn about her. Not one bit, not even at all. She sighed and slumped down in her chair.
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Spike sat outside, alone, thinking to himself as he slowly smoked a cigarette. He sighed, his breath coming out in a long stream of gray smoke. He had to go find himself some space to think, after that whole Buffy and Angel encounter. He knew that he'd been callous and cruel, but one of his biggest faults had always been his huge mouth, his pride, and the mix that the two of them made. Spike sighed again, looking down to the dirty sidewalk idly and wondering when the hell his life had become so confusing. A few weeks ago he'd been on top of the world; great acting career, huge success, hot girlfriend. Now he was pining away for some blonde bitch that he hated, and who probably only hated his guts in return to himself.
"Fuck," he muttered aloud, and threw the cigarette butt down on the ground. He ducked his head, trying to still the whirlwind of his thoughts.
"Talking to yourself, too, dude?"
Spike whipped around to meet the brown eyes of Xander, who was leaning against the doorjamb with his hands buried deep in his pockets. Spike threw him a small grin, and Xander smiled back, walking forward and dropping down to sit on the step beside Spike. He sighed, and looked up at the sky, squinting against the bright sun.
Spike looked at him, then shook his head and looked up at the sky too. "You guys have another fight, eh mate?" he asked Xander, sympathetic look in his blue eyes. Xander snorted, then look down at his scruffy tennis shoes. He nodded.
"Yeah, man. It was pretty bad this time."
"Isn't it always, though?" Spike shot back, studying Xander's face. Xander just turned up the corner of his lips, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Yeah." He answered slowly. Then he took a double take, looking at Spike more closely, and then laughing shortly to himself. "So, you guys have another fight, too?" he said to his blonde friend.
Spike's head shot up. He looked at Xander hard; the question was innocent, but he heard something in that tone that was insinuating more then it seemed. Spike squinted at Xander, trying to decipher the hidden meaning.
"What?"
"I mean, with Faith of course." Xander said angelically, a smirk on his handsome features. Spike just laughed softly, then he nodded.
"Yeah. Another fight. With Faith, of course." Spike answered, a weird feeling settling on his chest as he thought of 'Faith'.
"I see."
"Yep."
The men sat in silence, not talking, just thinking. Both wore sad faces, so eloquent in their pain. Finally, it was Xander who broke the silence again. "Why is it so hard? Once you find her, she's supposed to love you back just as much, and then you both live happily ever after."
Spike looked at Xander, feeling his heart go out to his friend. For some reason, Xander and Cordelia had become insanely close in the period of about two weeks. Maybe she really was the one for Xander. Spike scratched his head.
"But it's never that easy."
"Nope."
Silence again. Then, "At least I know where I am, and I can admit it to myself. Maybe you should tell 'Faith' how you really feel, Spike," from a sincere Xander. Spike shut his eyes and then opened them again.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because that's the way things are."
"Alright."
"Yeah."
Xander got to his feet, and Spike followed suit. They looked at each other, scrutinizing the raw emotions visibly showing. Xander shook his head ruefully. "You're gonna lose her, Spike."
"I never had her to begin with." Spike retorted shortly. Xander nodded in agree.
"True."
"But you can. She feels the same way, I can tell. Never mind what happens between them, or what you two say to each other. You both look at the other the way I look at Cordelia. So just say it before it's too late."
Xander turned, as if to walk in the doorway. But before he could, Spike grabbed him by the shoulder. Xander turned to look at him. Spike gave him a small, sad smile.
"Maybe I will tell 'Faith'."
Xander smiled back. "You do that."
The two looked once more at the clear sky and walked into the darkness of the doorway, reality swallowing them up whole as the door clicked shut behind them.
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Spike sauntered onto the set after Xander, feeling that things we're going to look up, just maybe. That was before he spotted Buffy holding a book of paper, and frantically gesturing to it with a crazy look on her yelling face to none other then Sylvio. The director looked perplexed but had a set expression on his aged face.
Spike walked over to Willow, who was standing with Tara and Cordelia, and looking grimly at the Buffy/Syvlio exchange. He leaned close to her ear.
"What's going on, Red?" he asked Willow softly, and she just turned to him with foreboding eyes. She bit her lip, then held out the thick script to him, which she had been holding in her hand. He took it cautiously, his face questioning.
"Page 58," she said simply, than gave him a little smirk before she turned back to her friend.
Spike frowned but quickly flipped through the book, landing on page 58 with apprehensive eyes. He quickly read the dialogue for that page, and in an instant his eyes had widened and his mouth dropped. He stomped over to Sylvio also, and started ranting just as Buffy was. Soon both actors were looking at each other with disdain and nervousness, and Sylvio was looking extremely satisfied.
The director turned to the audience watching them and said, "Okay people, this afternoon we film our first sex scene between Anthony and Mercedes. Let's get the bedroom ready, while Buffy and Spike go, uh, talk over their differences in the next room. We start shooting in twenty minutes."
The cast and crew were stunned, then each and every one of them grinned at the co-stars discomfort. Everyone hurriedly started setting up the bed, as no one wanted to miss this. It was sure to be interesting.
In the middle of the chaos, Buffy turned to Spike with burning eyes. She tightly said, "Let's go talk."
He just nodded tensely, his own eyes ablaze, and they both moved to the next room over.
Willow smirked over to Cordelia and said, "I knew that they would have to fuck eventually. All that hate and lust has to go somewhere. Five bucks says that they screw in that room right now."
Cordelia watched the door close to the room, her eyes sparkling. She turned back to Willow, pulling a five dollar bill out of her purse. She smiled evilly back, teeth gleaming. "You're on."
*To be continued. . .
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