AN: Hey! Sorry it is taking me so long to update, I had writers block,
again. Well here you go the new chapter, I hope you enjoy it!!
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I own the character Lyona and the story.
Thanks: Thanks again to all of my reviewers. I'd mention your names but I don't have my reviews in front of me right now, but I still love you all, and I am giving you credit for a job well done! Just kidding!
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Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. His wife. His wife.
"My wife." He said it as if he were trying to convince himself that it was true. He knew deep down that it was true but he still didn't remember it.
"You've been gone so long. I've missed you so much." She said trying not to cry but smiling just the same.
He didn't know what to say. He just glared at the floor. So many things were passing through his mind. Things that felt familiar but this that meant nothing to him.
"What exactly happened to me?" Spike asked.
"You went on a business trip to Georgia. You had been down their many times before, on business and vacation. We never knew exactly what happened to you. Your boat was missing and no one had seen you for at least 3 weeks. Do you remember anything at all?" Lyona asked.
As she was speaking there were certain moments coming back to him. He remembered walking down a dock late at night. It was a cool night with a slight breeze. He remembered getting into the boat and getting caught in the storm. He remembered seeing Buffy for the first time.
"Bits and pieces of it, I do. But most of it is still missing. I think the more you tell me the more it helps me to remember."
"Well, let's see. You worked with a lot of architecture and art. You design buildings and homes around the world. You're not 'famous' or anything but you are very well known. We've been married for about three years. We were married in Paris and we moved to New York after a year of living in Paris. I began painting and such and decided to open a store. You were so supportive; you even designed the store itself. It was my anniversary present from you. And the last time I saw you before you left, we had a fight about something. I don't even remember what it was about but I felt terrible when I never got the chance to apologize." She said.
"The art exhibit." Spike said giving sort of a sideways smirk.
"What?"
"Our fight, that's what it was about. You had bought tickets to an exhibit with your favorite artist. I was supposed to go with you but my trip came at the same time and I had to go. We argued about me not spending time with you or something like that, but I had to leave. I couldn't stay or I would miss my plane." Spike said as it all came back to him.
"I forgot. It wasn't true thought, we always spent time together. Every weekend we would go into town and have lunch and see a movie."
"I remember." He said smiling. At that exact moment it all came rushing back to him. The memories, the events and the emotion. It was becoming too much for him in one day, he needed to leave for now. He would come back of course but he needed to go home for now.
"Lyona, I'm feeling overwhelmed. I'm glad you were able to tell me who I am but it's all too much for one day. I can't take anymore. I'll stop by sometime soon."
And with that he walked out the door. He tried to walk as steadily as he could but his mind was racing and the world was spinning. He needed to talk to Buffy.
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The moment Spike had left the apartment, Buffy began to pack. She knew he need time alone with his wife and she would just be in the way. It was the hardest decision she ever had to make. She was giving up the love of her life. The whole time while she was packing she was crying. Thinking of their time together and how she would probably never see him again. She walked into her art room and removed the picture that Spike had liked from the wall and placed it in her suitcase. She went to the kitchen and sat down and began to write.
Dear William,
Was all that she was able to write down. Spike had walked in the door and was just looking at Buffy's suitcases. She didn't wait for him to say anything; she just stood up and began to pick up her bags.
"What are you doing?" Spike asked.
"I'm leaving." Buffy replied trying not to cry.
"Why?"
"You belong with your wife. You need to figure out what happened to you. I don't belong here anymore; I'll just be in the way." She said as the tears ran steadily down her cheeks.
"I need you. You can't leave." He said. "You need your wife, not me. I'm sorry, William." She said kissing him on the cheek and walking out the door.
He knew there was no stopping her. She was right when she said that he needed to spend time with Lyona, but she was wrong when she had said she would be in the way. He loved her, he needed her to be there, but she was gone.
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On her way home, she cried. She cried like she had never cried before. Her heart had been broken and tossed aside. She needed her friends, she needed her blue fuzzy slippers and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Fish Food Ice Cream and she needed her black cat Miss Kitty Fantastico. But what she wanted she may never see again.
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AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will try to make the next one longer but I'm not promising anything. Anyway, this story will be coming to an end in 3 or 4 chapters, probably not even. So, if you have any challenges or story ideas for me leave them in a review. Oh, and just as a reminder this story was an accepted* story challenge. So maybe you'll be lucky and my next wonderful story will be your accepted* challenge or plot idea. Just kidding! Let me know what you think!
* - not sure if I used the right word lol
Life's not a song Life isn't bliss Life is just this It's living The pain that you feel Only can heal By living You have to go on living So one of us is living.
^ random song from the musical!!
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I own the character Lyona and the story.
Thanks: Thanks again to all of my reviewers. I'd mention your names but I don't have my reviews in front of me right now, but I still love you all, and I am giving you credit for a job well done! Just kidding!
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Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. His wife. His wife.
"My wife." He said it as if he were trying to convince himself that it was true. He knew deep down that it was true but he still didn't remember it.
"You've been gone so long. I've missed you so much." She said trying not to cry but smiling just the same.
He didn't know what to say. He just glared at the floor. So many things were passing through his mind. Things that felt familiar but this that meant nothing to him.
"What exactly happened to me?" Spike asked.
"You went on a business trip to Georgia. You had been down their many times before, on business and vacation. We never knew exactly what happened to you. Your boat was missing and no one had seen you for at least 3 weeks. Do you remember anything at all?" Lyona asked.
As she was speaking there were certain moments coming back to him. He remembered walking down a dock late at night. It was a cool night with a slight breeze. He remembered getting into the boat and getting caught in the storm. He remembered seeing Buffy for the first time.
"Bits and pieces of it, I do. But most of it is still missing. I think the more you tell me the more it helps me to remember."
"Well, let's see. You worked with a lot of architecture and art. You design buildings and homes around the world. You're not 'famous' or anything but you are very well known. We've been married for about three years. We were married in Paris and we moved to New York after a year of living in Paris. I began painting and such and decided to open a store. You were so supportive; you even designed the store itself. It was my anniversary present from you. And the last time I saw you before you left, we had a fight about something. I don't even remember what it was about but I felt terrible when I never got the chance to apologize." She said.
"The art exhibit." Spike said giving sort of a sideways smirk.
"What?"
"Our fight, that's what it was about. You had bought tickets to an exhibit with your favorite artist. I was supposed to go with you but my trip came at the same time and I had to go. We argued about me not spending time with you or something like that, but I had to leave. I couldn't stay or I would miss my plane." Spike said as it all came back to him.
"I forgot. It wasn't true thought, we always spent time together. Every weekend we would go into town and have lunch and see a movie."
"I remember." He said smiling. At that exact moment it all came rushing back to him. The memories, the events and the emotion. It was becoming too much for him in one day, he needed to leave for now. He would come back of course but he needed to go home for now.
"Lyona, I'm feeling overwhelmed. I'm glad you were able to tell me who I am but it's all too much for one day. I can't take anymore. I'll stop by sometime soon."
And with that he walked out the door. He tried to walk as steadily as he could but his mind was racing and the world was spinning. He needed to talk to Buffy.
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The moment Spike had left the apartment, Buffy began to pack. She knew he need time alone with his wife and she would just be in the way. It was the hardest decision she ever had to make. She was giving up the love of her life. The whole time while she was packing she was crying. Thinking of their time together and how she would probably never see him again. She walked into her art room and removed the picture that Spike had liked from the wall and placed it in her suitcase. She went to the kitchen and sat down and began to write.
Dear William,
Was all that she was able to write down. Spike had walked in the door and was just looking at Buffy's suitcases. She didn't wait for him to say anything; she just stood up and began to pick up her bags.
"What are you doing?" Spike asked.
"I'm leaving." Buffy replied trying not to cry.
"Why?"
"You belong with your wife. You need to figure out what happened to you. I don't belong here anymore; I'll just be in the way." She said as the tears ran steadily down her cheeks.
"I need you. You can't leave." He said. "You need your wife, not me. I'm sorry, William." She said kissing him on the cheek and walking out the door.
He knew there was no stopping her. She was right when she said that he needed to spend time with Lyona, but she was wrong when she had said she would be in the way. He loved her, he needed her to be there, but she was gone.
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On her way home, she cried. She cried like she had never cried before. Her heart had been broken and tossed aside. She needed her friends, she needed her blue fuzzy slippers and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Fish Food Ice Cream and she needed her black cat Miss Kitty Fantastico. But what she wanted she may never see again.
~~~
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will try to make the next one longer but I'm not promising anything. Anyway, this story will be coming to an end in 3 or 4 chapters, probably not even. So, if you have any challenges or story ideas for me leave them in a review. Oh, and just as a reminder this story was an accepted* story challenge. So maybe you'll be lucky and my next wonderful story will be your accepted* challenge or plot idea. Just kidding! Let me know what you think!
* - not sure if I used the right word lol
Life's not a song Life isn't bliss Life is just this It's living The pain that you feel Only can heal By living You have to go on living So one of us is living.
^ random song from the musical!!