Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox,
etc... except of course the ones I make up.
Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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A/n: Someone asked what song was used in chapter 7, and it's called "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale (a.k.a. my boyfriend when James is busy)
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 10: Questions
The music blasted from the stereo in the living room. Xander and Anya danced happily together, both glowing with excitement. Willow and Tara were busily preparing food and other snacks while Dawn and Buffy were being proper hostesses. Janice had tagged along to join in the festivities, once again leaving Giles, who would be over after the store was closed, alone at the Magic Box.
Spike stood alone by a wall until Dawn walked over to him. "Spike, what's wrong with you? You're borderline brooding over here?"
"Am not!" He insisted. "I just... I've just never been one for the mainstream is all. You should know that, Nibblet."
Dawn rolled her eyes at him and walked back into the party just as Giles walked in the door. He was carrying a few books and a cake box which he placed on the Summers' dining room table and walked into the frenzy. He gave Anya a hug and Xander a congratulatory handshake.
The father-to-be was just beaming with positive energy that seemed to be rubbing Spike the wrong way. He turned from the room, drawing as little attention to himself as possible, and walked upstairs to Buffy's room. No one noticed but the elder Slayer herself, and she followed him moments after.
When she reached her bedroom she saw him sitting sadly on her bed, his hands folded and his eyes focusing on his feet. She knew that he knew she had entered, but he did not respond. She continued to enter quietly and she sat on her bed next to him quietly. He did not change the direction of his gaze. He did however take her hand in his own.
"Hey," she said quietly.
"Hey."
She lifter her free hand and rubbed it sweetly on his back. "Are you okay?"
He shrugged.
"William," she said carefully, placing her hand under his chin and lifting his face so that he was looking at her. It had been almost there dirty little secret that she would call him by his name. It just slipped out one night in all her passion and he continued as if she hadn't. Since then, she would call him that now and then. For whatever reason, sometimes it just felt appropriate.
He sighed unnecessarily and looked into her hazel eyes. He felt like flinching at hearing that name. It was a name, not a name, a person he thought he had left behind. But something about her voice, the way she spoke his true name, it had a comforting entity to it that made it okay.
"I'll never have a child," he told her sadly, looking away from her once again.
"Oh," she breathed, as she gave his hand a squeeze. "I see."
"No, you don't. If you stay with me... WE will never have children."
"That doesn't matter to me."
"It doesn't now," he said, releasing her hand and stand up from the bed. He began to pace as he spoke to her. "You will want children someday. And no matter how much love I have for you, no matter how much love I give to you, I will never give you a child."
"You sound just like Angel," she said standing up. "Always telling me what I want like I don't know. I know what I want, I'm not just some little girl, Spike. I can tell what I want." She paused. "And what I want is you."
"And I want you to be happy."
"I am. I'm happy with you. It took me so long for me to finally see that I would be and now that I am, you're gonna what? Leave? Like every other man I've ever had a serious relationship with did? I thought you were different, Spike. I thought that you-"
He walked to her quickly and grabbed her into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere."
Buffy relaxed into his body and sighed approvingly. She did want him, right? Yes. She knew she did. She knew how much she loved him. She felt it in every part of her. But was he completely wrong?
No.
She questioned their relationship all the time. Almost everyday in fact. Was it right to be with a vampire, being as how she was the Slayer? No. She knew it. But she couldn't care less. She loved him.
Then there was the question of children. Buffy did wonder every now and then. But she couldn't seem to get that far. She had already died twice and could very easily die again... soon. Not to be morbid, but she knew that it was true. What she decided was important to her was living every day to the fullest. And she knew, she knew in her gut, she knew in her heart, and she knew in her soul that being with Spike meant living every day to the fullest.
He let go of her after a few moments and Buffy took a step back so that she could look at him, really look at him.
He seemed different. Not in any physical way that she could think of or see, just as a whole person, he seemed different. Buffy smiled warmly and ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled her hand back and cocked her head slightly.
"Your roots are growing in."
She turned around and left the room. He followed her downstairs where Willow was bringing out the cake that Giles had brought. It had white frosting and blue and pink flowers with purple writing that said "Congratulations" on it. Anya smiled enthusiastically and picked up her glass of water which had been sitting on the coffee table.
Spike walked over to Giles and tapped him on the shoulder. "So, I suppose we're gonna be checking out the facts on this 'Ayanathla' tomorrow then, ay?"
Giles was about to answer when he was interrupted by the sound of smashing glass. Everyone looked at Anya, her face completely drained of color.
"No," she gasped, and fainted into her husbands arms.
TBC.
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Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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A/n: Someone asked what song was used in chapter 7, and it's called "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale (a.k.a. my boyfriend when James is busy)
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 10: Questions
The music blasted from the stereo in the living room. Xander and Anya danced happily together, both glowing with excitement. Willow and Tara were busily preparing food and other snacks while Dawn and Buffy were being proper hostesses. Janice had tagged along to join in the festivities, once again leaving Giles, who would be over after the store was closed, alone at the Magic Box.
Spike stood alone by a wall until Dawn walked over to him. "Spike, what's wrong with you? You're borderline brooding over here?"
"Am not!" He insisted. "I just... I've just never been one for the mainstream is all. You should know that, Nibblet."
Dawn rolled her eyes at him and walked back into the party just as Giles walked in the door. He was carrying a few books and a cake box which he placed on the Summers' dining room table and walked into the frenzy. He gave Anya a hug and Xander a congratulatory handshake.
The father-to-be was just beaming with positive energy that seemed to be rubbing Spike the wrong way. He turned from the room, drawing as little attention to himself as possible, and walked upstairs to Buffy's room. No one noticed but the elder Slayer herself, and she followed him moments after.
When she reached her bedroom she saw him sitting sadly on her bed, his hands folded and his eyes focusing on his feet. She knew that he knew she had entered, but he did not respond. She continued to enter quietly and she sat on her bed next to him quietly. He did not change the direction of his gaze. He did however take her hand in his own.
"Hey," she said quietly.
"Hey."
She lifter her free hand and rubbed it sweetly on his back. "Are you okay?"
He shrugged.
"William," she said carefully, placing her hand under his chin and lifting his face so that he was looking at her. It had been almost there dirty little secret that she would call him by his name. It just slipped out one night in all her passion and he continued as if she hadn't. Since then, she would call him that now and then. For whatever reason, sometimes it just felt appropriate.
He sighed unnecessarily and looked into her hazel eyes. He felt like flinching at hearing that name. It was a name, not a name, a person he thought he had left behind. But something about her voice, the way she spoke his true name, it had a comforting entity to it that made it okay.
"I'll never have a child," he told her sadly, looking away from her once again.
"Oh," she breathed, as she gave his hand a squeeze. "I see."
"No, you don't. If you stay with me... WE will never have children."
"That doesn't matter to me."
"It doesn't now," he said, releasing her hand and stand up from the bed. He began to pace as he spoke to her. "You will want children someday. And no matter how much love I have for you, no matter how much love I give to you, I will never give you a child."
"You sound just like Angel," she said standing up. "Always telling me what I want like I don't know. I know what I want, I'm not just some little girl, Spike. I can tell what I want." She paused. "And what I want is you."
"And I want you to be happy."
"I am. I'm happy with you. It took me so long for me to finally see that I would be and now that I am, you're gonna what? Leave? Like every other man I've ever had a serious relationship with did? I thought you were different, Spike. I thought that you-"
He walked to her quickly and grabbed her into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere."
Buffy relaxed into his body and sighed approvingly. She did want him, right? Yes. She knew she did. She knew how much she loved him. She felt it in every part of her. But was he completely wrong?
No.
She questioned their relationship all the time. Almost everyday in fact. Was it right to be with a vampire, being as how she was the Slayer? No. She knew it. But she couldn't care less. She loved him.
Then there was the question of children. Buffy did wonder every now and then. But she couldn't seem to get that far. She had already died twice and could very easily die again... soon. Not to be morbid, but she knew that it was true. What she decided was important to her was living every day to the fullest. And she knew, she knew in her gut, she knew in her heart, and she knew in her soul that being with Spike meant living every day to the fullest.
He let go of her after a few moments and Buffy took a step back so that she could look at him, really look at him.
He seemed different. Not in any physical way that she could think of or see, just as a whole person, he seemed different. Buffy smiled warmly and ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled her hand back and cocked her head slightly.
"Your roots are growing in."
She turned around and left the room. He followed her downstairs where Willow was bringing out the cake that Giles had brought. It had white frosting and blue and pink flowers with purple writing that said "Congratulations" on it. Anya smiled enthusiastically and picked up her glass of water which had been sitting on the coffee table.
Spike walked over to Giles and tapped him on the shoulder. "So, I suppose we're gonna be checking out the facts on this 'Ayanathla' tomorrow then, ay?"
Giles was about to answer when he was interrupted by the sound of smashing glass. Everyone looked at Anya, her face completely drained of color.
"No," she gasped, and fainted into her husbands arms.
TBC.
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