Title: Alone, I Fear
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, I own Prissy.)
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Ten: Wind Beneath My Wings
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
~Bette Midler
She yawned, stretching lazily, her eyes shut, and she yawned. She opened her eyes almost excitedly and gasped. She was home. She was *actually* home.
Hopping out of bed, she happily made her way downstairs, only to be greeted by the sweet smell of pancakes. Willow was cooking. And, boy did that food smell good. In reality, she hadn't eaten anything in days and she was starving.
"Morning, Buffy." Her sister said tiredly, munching on a piece of bacon. Buffy immediately grabbed a piece off of her sisters plate and shoved it in her mouth. Savoring the salty taste on her tongue.
"Hey," Dawn slapped her hand. "Get your own."
Buffy smiled, "Fine. Fine. But, it just looked so appetizing. Your bacon was calling to me."
"Yeah. Yeah." Dawn rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Buffy quickly grabbed a plate of her own food, savoring every single bite, which she took pretty fast. Fattening food was good when you haven't eaten in days. And, only five minutes later, she smiled at Willow.
"Thanks Willow. Yummy breakfast." Buffy smiled.
"Your happy," Willow looked down at Buffy's empty plate. "And apparently hungry this morning."
Buffy smirked. "Yep. Well I got to go. I'll be back in a few."
"Where are you going? It's Saturday, remember no work." Dawn asked, taking a sip of her apple juice.
"Out." She said. "I just have to see some people. I'll be back later."
As soon as the door slammed behind the blonde, Dawn and Willow glanced each other briefly, before shrugging their shoulders. They could never tell with Buffy. One minute she was happy, the next she was taking her frustrations out in beating up the local vamps. You could never tell with that blonde spitfire.
****
The brick house was familiar and saddening at the same time. And, Buffy wondered if Prissy remembered anything about their little adventure to another dimension. She even wondered if Prissy lived here in this dimension.
But, her question was answered in no time, as the red-head came out of the house, a watering can in her hand as she walked over to the thirsty plants in her yard.
"Prissy." The name slipped of the blonde's tongue before she could even contemplate whether to call the red-head over.
This got Prissy's attention and she smiled warmly, "Buffy."
"You remember?" Buffy asked, walking closer to the red-head, a small smile gracing her own lips.
"Every second. But, I remember this life better. I'm kinda glad you gave it back to me. I guess I just had to realize I can't be the superhero with everything." Prissy answered, setting the watering can down next to her.
"Well neither can I, and I'm even the Slayer." Buffy answered, stepping forward to embrace the red-head in a hug.
Prissy looked over at her plants quickly, than back at Buffy, "You know, I have to finish watering these than I've gotta go to my boyfriend's house. But you can come by later?"
Buffy smiled, "I'd like that. Maybe I'll even take you to my house to meet the gang."
Prissy smiled, "I'd like that."
Buffy smirked, "Well I'll see you later. Can I stop by around eight?"
"Sounds good to me."
The girls smiled at each other before parting their separate ways. And, Buffy was glad both of them had what they want, and were happy. She feared Prissy would not be. But, having Prissy look even happier than she was with the gang in the other world made Buffy feel great. And, right now she had to make someone else feel great emotionally, even if he was insane right now. Someone who was bleached-blonde and went by Spike.
****
The bright sun and the basement differed dramatically, and Buffy had trouble making her way through the dark basement, tripping over a few stray boxes on her way to where Spike usually was.
And, when she got there, he was where he usually was, hugging his knee's to his chest and mumbling incoherent sentences. She could only hope he would understand what she was going to say to him.
"Spike."
He glanced up at her, giggling insanely when he saw her there. "You're fake. All fake. No real-"
"Spike, I'm real. It's really me. I'm not lying." She sat down on the floor across from him, taking one of his pale hands into her own. "And I want you to listen to me."
He cocked his head to the side in curiosity, almost as if he knew what she was going to say was going to change everything. And, if he knew she wasn't one of his hallucinations.
"Spike I went through a little adventure the past few days. Kinda a vengeance demony wish thing, switched me into another dimension where I wasn't the Slayer and you were your old self. Well it probably wasn't the past few days for you-"
He cut her off, "Old self? Evil? Evil?"
"Spike," She squeezed. "It wasn't you. It was another dimension you."
He was still a little tense, but he visibly relaxed a little, watching her with searching blue eyes. Curious as to why she was being so nice to him.
"And I realized something while I was there." She smiled a little. "You just started remembering me there. Started to love me again. And, I realized that I," She paused. "I know this is sudden Spike, but I'm not a hallucination, I promise. And while there, I realized, well," She put her hands on the side of his face. "I love you."
He started laughing at this, insane laughter echoing off the basement walls. "Silly hallucination-"
She cut him off, "I'm not a hallucination." And with this said, she pulled him in for a passionate, yet loving kiss. "Can a hallucination do that?"
And instead of laughing this time, he started crying, sobs of happiness or sadness she didn't know, but she took his hand in her own, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles lovingly.
"I know we had a messed up relationship last year. But, I'm willing to make it all up. Start over. And it will start with you moving out of this basement and into my house. It's making you insane." She smiled lightly.
"Are you serious?" A bit of the sane Spike shone through at this question, "Do you really love me?"
"I have for a long time Spike. I was just too stubborn to admit it. I love you." She whispered.
"God, I love you too." He collapsed into her arms, fresh tears making their way down his cheeks as four words echoed in his mind:
Someday she'll tell you.
THE END
AN: For my "Lacuna" readers, sorry for the lack of updateness. Been juggling so many stories plus exams it's been hard. I'll try to get another chappy up soon. I promise!
Also hope you enjoyed the story! Thanks for all your reviews! And for the reader who wanted to know what Sinhead O'Connor song it was it was called "I Believe in You", it was off of a christmas album.
My first two chapters of my new story, "Better Than Choclate" is up. Please check it out for me!
Love you all! *kisses* And thanks again!
AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, I own Prissy.)
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Ten: Wind Beneath My Wings
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
~Bette Midler
She yawned, stretching lazily, her eyes shut, and she yawned. She opened her eyes almost excitedly and gasped. She was home. She was *actually* home.
Hopping out of bed, she happily made her way downstairs, only to be greeted by the sweet smell of pancakes. Willow was cooking. And, boy did that food smell good. In reality, she hadn't eaten anything in days and she was starving.
"Morning, Buffy." Her sister said tiredly, munching on a piece of bacon. Buffy immediately grabbed a piece off of her sisters plate and shoved it in her mouth. Savoring the salty taste on her tongue.
"Hey," Dawn slapped her hand. "Get your own."
Buffy smiled, "Fine. Fine. But, it just looked so appetizing. Your bacon was calling to me."
"Yeah. Yeah." Dawn rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Buffy quickly grabbed a plate of her own food, savoring every single bite, which she took pretty fast. Fattening food was good when you haven't eaten in days. And, only five minutes later, she smiled at Willow.
"Thanks Willow. Yummy breakfast." Buffy smiled.
"Your happy," Willow looked down at Buffy's empty plate. "And apparently hungry this morning."
Buffy smirked. "Yep. Well I got to go. I'll be back in a few."
"Where are you going? It's Saturday, remember no work." Dawn asked, taking a sip of her apple juice.
"Out." She said. "I just have to see some people. I'll be back later."
As soon as the door slammed behind the blonde, Dawn and Willow glanced each other briefly, before shrugging their shoulders. They could never tell with Buffy. One minute she was happy, the next she was taking her frustrations out in beating up the local vamps. You could never tell with that blonde spitfire.
****
The brick house was familiar and saddening at the same time. And, Buffy wondered if Prissy remembered anything about their little adventure to another dimension. She even wondered if Prissy lived here in this dimension.
But, her question was answered in no time, as the red-head came out of the house, a watering can in her hand as she walked over to the thirsty plants in her yard.
"Prissy." The name slipped of the blonde's tongue before she could even contemplate whether to call the red-head over.
This got Prissy's attention and she smiled warmly, "Buffy."
"You remember?" Buffy asked, walking closer to the red-head, a small smile gracing her own lips.
"Every second. But, I remember this life better. I'm kinda glad you gave it back to me. I guess I just had to realize I can't be the superhero with everything." Prissy answered, setting the watering can down next to her.
"Well neither can I, and I'm even the Slayer." Buffy answered, stepping forward to embrace the red-head in a hug.
Prissy looked over at her plants quickly, than back at Buffy, "You know, I have to finish watering these than I've gotta go to my boyfriend's house. But you can come by later?"
Buffy smiled, "I'd like that. Maybe I'll even take you to my house to meet the gang."
Prissy smiled, "I'd like that."
Buffy smirked, "Well I'll see you later. Can I stop by around eight?"
"Sounds good to me."
The girls smiled at each other before parting their separate ways. And, Buffy was glad both of them had what they want, and were happy. She feared Prissy would not be. But, having Prissy look even happier than she was with the gang in the other world made Buffy feel great. And, right now she had to make someone else feel great emotionally, even if he was insane right now. Someone who was bleached-blonde and went by Spike.
****
The bright sun and the basement differed dramatically, and Buffy had trouble making her way through the dark basement, tripping over a few stray boxes on her way to where Spike usually was.
And, when she got there, he was where he usually was, hugging his knee's to his chest and mumbling incoherent sentences. She could only hope he would understand what she was going to say to him.
"Spike."
He glanced up at her, giggling insanely when he saw her there. "You're fake. All fake. No real-"
"Spike, I'm real. It's really me. I'm not lying." She sat down on the floor across from him, taking one of his pale hands into her own. "And I want you to listen to me."
He cocked his head to the side in curiosity, almost as if he knew what she was going to say was going to change everything. And, if he knew she wasn't one of his hallucinations.
"Spike I went through a little adventure the past few days. Kinda a vengeance demony wish thing, switched me into another dimension where I wasn't the Slayer and you were your old self. Well it probably wasn't the past few days for you-"
He cut her off, "Old self? Evil? Evil?"
"Spike," She squeezed. "It wasn't you. It was another dimension you."
He was still a little tense, but he visibly relaxed a little, watching her with searching blue eyes. Curious as to why she was being so nice to him.
"And I realized something while I was there." She smiled a little. "You just started remembering me there. Started to love me again. And, I realized that I," She paused. "I know this is sudden Spike, but I'm not a hallucination, I promise. And while there, I realized, well," She put her hands on the side of his face. "I love you."
He started laughing at this, insane laughter echoing off the basement walls. "Silly hallucination-"
She cut him off, "I'm not a hallucination." And with this said, she pulled him in for a passionate, yet loving kiss. "Can a hallucination do that?"
And instead of laughing this time, he started crying, sobs of happiness or sadness she didn't know, but she took his hand in her own, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles lovingly.
"I know we had a messed up relationship last year. But, I'm willing to make it all up. Start over. And it will start with you moving out of this basement and into my house. It's making you insane." She smiled lightly.
"Are you serious?" A bit of the sane Spike shone through at this question, "Do you really love me?"
"I have for a long time Spike. I was just too stubborn to admit it. I love you." She whispered.
"God, I love you too." He collapsed into her arms, fresh tears making their way down his cheeks as four words echoed in his mind:
Someday she'll tell you.
THE END
AN: For my "Lacuna" readers, sorry for the lack of updateness. Been juggling so many stories plus exams it's been hard. I'll try to get another chappy up soon. I promise!
Also hope you enjoyed the story! Thanks for all your reviews! And for the reader who wanted to know what Sinhead O'Connor song it was it was called "I Believe in You", it was off of a christmas album.
My first two chapters of my new story, "Better Than Choclate" is up. Please check it out for me!
Love you all! *kisses* And thanks again!
AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!