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Spoilers: Up to 'Beneath You'
A/N: This takes place at the very end of 'Beneath You.' What Buffy could have done instead of just standing there. Please R&R. PLEASE.
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Safe
"Angel- he should have warned me." Spike said slowly, hiding in the shadows of the church.
Buffy finally began to realize what Spike was talking about.
"He makes a good show of forgetting, but it's here, in me... all the time. The spark." Spike continued.
"I wanted to give you... what you deserve. And I got it. They put the spark in me. And now all it does is burn."
" Your soul." Buffy said, coming to conclusions.
Spike laughed bitterly. "Bit worse for lack of use."
" You got your soul back. How?" Buffy seemed a bit bewildered.
"It's what you wanted, right? It's what you wanted, right?! And-and now everybody's in here, talking. Everything I did, everyone I- and him. And it. The other... the thing... beneath... beneath you. It's here, too. Everybody... they all just tell me go. Go... to hell."
Spike rambled, unable to finish his sentences, jumping from one thing to the other.
" Why? Why would you do that?" Buffy asked.
"Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn't? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev-"
Spike paused, almost crying.
"To be a kind of man. And she shall look on him with forgiveness... and everybody will forgive and love."
Spike stood in front of the cross, his back towards Buffy. "He will be loved." Spike draped himself over the cross, and steam started rising from his back as his skin burned. "So everybody's okay, right?"
Spike rested all his weight on the cross. It hurt. He always hurt. This hurt was easier. His skin was burning, he understood that.
"C-can we rest now? Buffy? Can we rest?" Spike said, and slipped into an almost-unconscious state.
The tears were running down Buffy's face. She'd never seen Spike look so hopeless, so utterly defeated.
"What did I do?" she asked herself.
'I can't let him burn like that.' Buffy thought as the steam rose from Spike's back.
'Why not?' she thought. 'He's a vampire! You're just going to stake him later.'
'No. I can't.' she argued with herself.
With that Buffy walked over to where Spike leaned against the cross. She put her arms under his, and lifted him off the cross.
He made no effort to hold himself up, and Buffy was not expecting to hold his full weight.
She stumbled, and fell backwards, landing on the floor. Spike's limp body followed hers. He landed, leaning against her, his head resting on her shoulder.
Spike slowly registered that it was Buffy's shoulder he was leaning on.
"Buffy. . . . " he said.
"Shhhhhh." Buffy tried to comfort him. "It's okay, you're safe now."
"Safe?" Spike managed to laugh shortly. "Since when was I ever safe near the slayer?"
"You're safe now." She said, and rested her head on top of his. She breathed deeply, inhaling traces of the usual scent of Spike. The hair gel, the leather, now much fainter buried under the scent of his burning skin. . . . . ."
"You're safe now."
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Spoilers: Up to 'Beneath You'
A/N: This takes place at the very end of 'Beneath You.' What Buffy could have done instead of just standing there. Please R&R. PLEASE.
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Safe
"Angel- he should have warned me." Spike said slowly, hiding in the shadows of the church.
Buffy finally began to realize what Spike was talking about.
"He makes a good show of forgetting, but it's here, in me... all the time. The spark." Spike continued.
"I wanted to give you... what you deserve. And I got it. They put the spark in me. And now all it does is burn."
" Your soul." Buffy said, coming to conclusions.
Spike laughed bitterly. "Bit worse for lack of use."
" You got your soul back. How?" Buffy seemed a bit bewildered.
"It's what you wanted, right? It's what you wanted, right?! And-and now everybody's in here, talking. Everything I did, everyone I- and him. And it. The other... the thing... beneath... beneath you. It's here, too. Everybody... they all just tell me go. Go... to hell."
Spike rambled, unable to finish his sentences, jumping from one thing to the other.
" Why? Why would you do that?" Buffy asked.
"Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn't? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev-"
Spike paused, almost crying.
"To be a kind of man. And she shall look on him with forgiveness... and everybody will forgive and love."
Spike stood in front of the cross, his back towards Buffy. "He will be loved." Spike draped himself over the cross, and steam started rising from his back as his skin burned. "So everybody's okay, right?"
Spike rested all his weight on the cross. It hurt. He always hurt. This hurt was easier. His skin was burning, he understood that.
"C-can we rest now? Buffy? Can we rest?" Spike said, and slipped into an almost-unconscious state.
The tears were running down Buffy's face. She'd never seen Spike look so hopeless, so utterly defeated.
"What did I do?" she asked herself.
'I can't let him burn like that.' Buffy thought as the steam rose from Spike's back.
'Why not?' she thought. 'He's a vampire! You're just going to stake him later.'
'No. I can't.' she argued with herself.
With that Buffy walked over to where Spike leaned against the cross. She put her arms under his, and lifted him off the cross.
He made no effort to hold himself up, and Buffy was not expecting to hold his full weight.
She stumbled, and fell backwards, landing on the floor. Spike's limp body followed hers. He landed, leaning against her, his head resting on her shoulder.
Spike slowly registered that it was Buffy's shoulder he was leaning on.
"Buffy. . . . " he said.
"Shhhhhh." Buffy tried to comfort him. "It's okay, you're safe now."
"Safe?" Spike managed to laugh shortly. "Since when was I ever safe near the slayer?"
"You're safe now." She said, and rested her head on top of his. She breathed deeply, inhaling traces of the usual scent of Spike. The hair gel, the leather, now much fainter buried under the scent of his burning skin. . . . . ."
"You're safe now."
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