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Buffy sat back on her bed in the Hyperion, against the pillows, humming softly to herself as Spike sat with her. She was in his lap, resting after the tiring discussion that had taken place all day about Wolfram and Hart, and her boyfriend was tracing soft circles on her arm, soothing her. She hummed some more, and Spike marveled at her beauty, her gentleness. Then she started singing the words to the song, softly, so soft at first the vampire had almost missed the words if not for his super-natural sense of hearing.
"I'm standing on the bridge I'm waiting in the dark I thought that you'd be here By now Searching for a place I'm searching for a face Is anybody here I know
Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night Tryin'a' figure out this life Won't you Take me by the hand take me somewhere new Don't know who you are But I I'm with you." The Slayer trailed off, humming still, then turned to Spike and smiled lightly, looking apologetic. "Sorry. Forget the rest of the words. Spike?" she asked suddenly. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not cryin'!" He said quickly, wiping his eyes. He glanced at her accusing face. "Okay, okay. Sing the rest. Try to remember?" he pleaded, desperate to hear her perpetually beautiful voice again. There were no words to describe that voice.
"Okay.
Why is love so confusing Maybe I'm just outta my minnd Yea yea-yea Yea yea-yea Yea yea-yea Yea yea-yea Yea yeeaaaa, yea.
It's a damn cold night Tryin'a' figure out this life Won't you Take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are, but I I'm with you (she looked directly at him, smiling as she finished the song) "I'm with you-oo, you. I'm with.you."
Buffy closed her eyes and, relaxed, slipped into a peaceful state, between sleep and awake. She could feel both rest and her boyfriend's hand on her back, circling, circling. Why were circles so relaxing? She thought. Then Spike laid back against the pillows, and she went too, and they both fell into a blissful sleep.
~*~
Cordelia and Lorne crept quietly away from the door, and downstairs into the lobby.
"Well?" The nosy woman asked anxiously to the demon.
"Well what? Gunn said, him and Angel coming out of the weapons room from sharpening the equipment. The man looked to Lorne. "Did you do it? Did she sing?"
"Guys, this is very rude. This is Buffy's privacy with her new-" Angel gulped. "Boyfriend we're invading." He turned to the green demon nervously. "Was her future with him?"
Lorne sighed. "Guys, guys, back off. If you really wanna know, yes, she is going to be with him for almost forever."
Angel stared confusedly at his face. "What do you mean, Lorne? It can't be that, because Buffy's human. She can't spend forever with him. You just meant her lifetime, right?"
He shook his head. "Nope, Angel face, I'm afraid you're wrong. It's gonna be almost forever. Five hundred years, nearly. They'll die at the end of the world, in each other's arms."
Angel started as Gunn and Cordelia stared at the demon. "No, it can't be. What do you mean-"
"Angel, an apocalypse is gonna come. Not soon, I don't know when. This isn't it," he added at the look on everyone's faces. "But one's gonna come for the two of them, and Buffy's gonna barely make it out alive. Doctors can't do anything. The only choice Spike has to save the love of his life is to tur-"
"Stop!" Angel covered his ears and screamed the word as if it were a curse. "Stop, stop, STOP!"
He went vamp-faced and picked up the couch and slammed it into the counter. The group stared ashen-faced with mouths open, shocked and a little scared. He roared in rage and Buffy and Spike flew out of her room and ran downstairs, staring at the enraged vampire.
"Angel, what the hell is up?" his former lover screamed at him, hoping against hope that he hadn't turned evil.
"He-he-. I have no words to describe-ugh!!!!" he screamed, and flew into his office and locked the door.
Buffy turned to Cordelia. "Cordy, did he turn evil? Do you two have something going on, Cordy?"
"No. No, Buffy, nothing's going on. We all just need to rest, is all."
She walked out of the room, and as she passed Spike whispered so only he could hear, "You keep your fangs off her!"
Buffy sat back on her bed in the Hyperion, against the pillows, humming softly to herself as Spike sat with her. She was in his lap, resting after the tiring discussion that had taken place all day about Wolfram and Hart, and her boyfriend was tracing soft circles on her arm, soothing her. She hummed some more, and Spike marveled at her beauty, her gentleness. Then she started singing the words to the song, softly, so soft at first the vampire had almost missed the words if not for his super-natural sense of hearing.
"I'm standing on the bridge I'm waiting in the dark I thought that you'd be here By now Searching for a place I'm searching for a face Is anybody here I know
Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night Tryin'a' figure out this life Won't you Take me by the hand take me somewhere new Don't know who you are But I I'm with you." The Slayer trailed off, humming still, then turned to Spike and smiled lightly, looking apologetic. "Sorry. Forget the rest of the words. Spike?" she asked suddenly. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not cryin'!" He said quickly, wiping his eyes. He glanced at her accusing face. "Okay, okay. Sing the rest. Try to remember?" he pleaded, desperate to hear her perpetually beautiful voice again. There were no words to describe that voice.
"Okay.
Why is love so confusing Maybe I'm just outta my minnd Yea yea-yea Yea yea-yea Yea yea-yea Yea yea-yea Yea yeeaaaa, yea.
It's a damn cold night Tryin'a' figure out this life Won't you Take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are, but I I'm with you (she looked directly at him, smiling as she finished the song) "I'm with you-oo, you. I'm with.you."
Buffy closed her eyes and, relaxed, slipped into a peaceful state, between sleep and awake. She could feel both rest and her boyfriend's hand on her back, circling, circling. Why were circles so relaxing? She thought. Then Spike laid back against the pillows, and she went too, and they both fell into a blissful sleep.
~*~
Cordelia and Lorne crept quietly away from the door, and downstairs into the lobby.
"Well?" The nosy woman asked anxiously to the demon.
"Well what? Gunn said, him and Angel coming out of the weapons room from sharpening the equipment. The man looked to Lorne. "Did you do it? Did she sing?"
"Guys, this is very rude. This is Buffy's privacy with her new-" Angel gulped. "Boyfriend we're invading." He turned to the green demon nervously. "Was her future with him?"
Lorne sighed. "Guys, guys, back off. If you really wanna know, yes, she is going to be with him for almost forever."
Angel stared confusedly at his face. "What do you mean, Lorne? It can't be that, because Buffy's human. She can't spend forever with him. You just meant her lifetime, right?"
He shook his head. "Nope, Angel face, I'm afraid you're wrong. It's gonna be almost forever. Five hundred years, nearly. They'll die at the end of the world, in each other's arms."
Angel started as Gunn and Cordelia stared at the demon. "No, it can't be. What do you mean-"
"Angel, an apocalypse is gonna come. Not soon, I don't know when. This isn't it," he added at the look on everyone's faces. "But one's gonna come for the two of them, and Buffy's gonna barely make it out alive. Doctors can't do anything. The only choice Spike has to save the love of his life is to tur-"
"Stop!" Angel covered his ears and screamed the word as if it were a curse. "Stop, stop, STOP!"
He went vamp-faced and picked up the couch and slammed it into the counter. The group stared ashen-faced with mouths open, shocked and a little scared. He roared in rage and Buffy and Spike flew out of her room and ran downstairs, staring at the enraged vampire.
"Angel, what the hell is up?" his former lover screamed at him, hoping against hope that he hadn't turned evil.
"He-he-. I have no words to describe-ugh!!!!" he screamed, and flew into his office and locked the door.
Buffy turned to Cordelia. "Cordy, did he turn evil? Do you two have something going on, Cordy?"
"No. No, Buffy, nothing's going on. We all just need to rest, is all."
She walked out of the room, and as she passed Spike whispered so only he could hear, "You keep your fangs off her!"