Title : Raindrops on Roses
Rating : We're just gonna go with PG-13, at the moment it's like G or PG or something, but I know eventually that's gonna change, so lets just keep the whole thing PG-13...of course if I bring it into R territory then I'll have to change it.
Summary: A girl from Spike's past shows up in Sunnydale bearing ominous news.
Disclaimer : I own nothing, not even a teeny bit. Tisn't mine. I only kidnapped the lil' charries for a bit, but sadly enough they all belong to Joss Whedon and ME.
Setting : This is up to season 6 somewhere then AU. Not sure of the exact episode where I would place this. Spike and Buffy have started doing the horizontal rumba. Also in my little universe Willow never got all addicted to magic, so Tara never left. Umm…well, as of yet I have no idea what else I'm gonna change, but don't be at all surprised if things really don't follow what happened
A/N: This is my first fan fic -ever-. I'd be eternally grateful if you'd R + R, like to know whatcha all think of my attempt. J Thanx ever so much to all those who reviewed! Makes me very happy. Heh.
Chapter Six : Or Not
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The Scoobies waited for the cloud of smoke to disperse and reveal whatever malicious hell beast had decided to wreck havoc on them this time. The tendrils of smoke drifted away and there, trapped in the manacles that were Spike's arms sat a tiny young woman with a delicate pout playing over her features.
Copper curls sprung this way and that, the turmoil of fiery red locks framing a pixie-like face. Her features were finely made, small and delicate, giving the impression of an ethereal sprite. A smattering of freckles adorned her pert nose, the drops of color adding mischief to her classically smooth ivory complexion. Her most prominent feature was her expressive emerald eyes. Livened with flecks of molten gold and containing an amusement of life itself in their depths; they added a more adult beauty to the impish innocence of her face. She wasn't very grand in stature, a petite faerie-sized girl who was no more than a scarce five feet, slender nearly to the point of being scrawny, with the delicate bones normally attributed to a robin or some other such bird.
The gang stared in surprise at the figure before them. Having expected some gruesome demon, the dainty looking before them was quite a shock. The girl twisted slightly in the arms of her captor so he could see her face. Spike's jaw dropped and his eyes widened, arms falling away from his captive.
"Cathryne?"
An impish beam moved over the young woman's features as she met Spike's shocked gaze.
"Hiya, Will."
The group sitting at the table all exchanged startled glances as the two greeted each other.
The flame-haired sprite pouted at the vampire as he had yet to do more than stare at her, her expression one of mock hurt.
"What? I don't get a hug?"
That broke him out of his dazed state and a brilliant grin moved over his chiseled features. Buffy idily wondered if she'd ever actually seen him smile with that much pure elation before -- besides the time they had been unders Willow's spell. Spike wrapped his arms tightly around the girl.
"Catie…Kitten."
The red head returned the embrace, tossing her arms around the vampire and brushing her lips over his cheek. The Slayer flinched slightly as the two embraced, observing nearly tangible flow of affection that ran between the couple with a surprising twinge of jealousy. It wasn't like she loved him or anything, hell she didn't even know if she liked him most of the time.
Spike chuckled and loosened his hold on the girl, through not releasing her completely. He lifted a large hand and brushed it over her copper curls before cupping her cheek gently in his palm.
"How've you been, Kitten?"
"Neck deep in trouble."
The two grinned at each other like a pair o"Catie…Kitten."
The red head returned the embrace, tossing her arms around the vampire and brushing her lips over his cheek. The Slayer flinched slightly as the two embraced, observing nearly tangible flow of affection that ran between the couple with a surprising twinge of jealousy. It wasn't like she loved him or anything, hell she didn't even know if she liked him most of the time.
Spike chuckled and loosened his hold on the girl, through not releasing her completely. He lifted a large hand and brushed it over her copper curls before cupping her cheek gently in his palm.
"How've you been, Kitten?"
"Neck deep in trouble."
The two grinned at each other like a pair of nuts, the exchange obviously an old tradition.
Xander cleared his throat and raised a hand, drawing the absorbed duoes attention back to the rest of the gang whom they had completely forgotten were present.
"Uh…representing those of us who have no idea what's going on: you two know each other?"
Realising he had been grinning like a loon at the girl still perched om his lap the peroxide blonde schooled his features back into his customary 'Big Bad' sneer and replied sarcastically.
"No, whelp. N'er seen the chit before in my life."
Catie swiveled around on Spike's lap to face the five people at the table, their expressions a range from shock on Xander's part to curiosity on Willow's to vague annoyance on Buffy's. A friendly smile curved her lips as she lifted a hand in a cheerful wave.
"Hi. I'm Catie."
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A/N : Once again, thanks sooooo much to all those who reviewed! :: snugz an' lollipops for all. :: Ooh, and apologies for my double posting of the last chapter. Must fix that. Anywho, hoped you liked this latest installment. Try to give mah girl Catie a chance even if she seems to be hedging in on Spuffiness. :: proudly diplays her "I love B/S" pin. :: Trust me. J