Silence
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Post Get It Done
A/N: I know this doesn't fit in with Buffy's mood post Chloe's death but..whatever. Sue me. I'm not sure I'm happy with the end result but I felt the need to do this so here it is. Yeah.
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Buffy stabbed the pile of dirt with her shovel and left it standing there while she wiped tiny beads of sweat off her brow. However, the weather wasn't their cause..It was a nervous sweat, a cold clammy sweat. She didn't know what she was doing, she didn't know where she was going...she didn't know what to tell them when she went back inside.
Wearily she grasped the handle again and dumped another shovelful of earth onto Chloe's grave.
"Adding gravedigger to your ever growing list of previous occupations luv?"
Buffy took a deep breath and another shovelful. She didn't notice him come out. Ever since he'd been living in the house her 'Spike sense' had gone on overdrive and couldn't tell five feet from fifty. He always seemed to be with her, invading on her and right now she didn't have the energy to let him into her head.
"You shouldn't have to do this," His cool hand covered hers on the handle of the shovel, "let me."
"No."
"Buffy, you've had more death in your life than any one person should ever have to face, you don't need-"
She turned to him, eyes flashing.
"Tell it to Chloe. To Annabelle. To all the other girls I couldn't save. You tell them they're just an unfair inconvenience in my life!"
"Luv," he kept his voice quiet and soothing, "let me do this."
"I need to do this Spike. She was my responsibility. It's my fault."
"The First did this. Not you. Grieve, hurt, whatever, but let me do this." He recieved the shovel without a struggle but could tell the conversation wasn't over.
He continued piling the earth over the fresh grave.
"It's coming. There will be more deaths...Spike, I can't handle it." Her voice was tiny and scared, so unlike the Slayer everyone else saw.
"Then don't. Don't embrace death Buffy, it doesn't have to happen that way. Go inside, round up the troops, say some nice words..move on. Together you can do this."
"We..together we can do this." She tentatively rested her hand on his forearm and they both stared at it momentarily.
Finally she raised her eyes to his.
"Thank you."
"Buffy-"
"Shh.." She turned to look at the bare mound of dirt and quietly stuck a small wooden cross into the head of the plot.
"She deserves silence, it's the least we can give her."
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END
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Post Get It Done
A/N: I know this doesn't fit in with Buffy's mood post Chloe's death but..whatever. Sue me. I'm not sure I'm happy with the end result but I felt the need to do this so here it is. Yeah.
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Buffy stabbed the pile of dirt with her shovel and left it standing there while she wiped tiny beads of sweat off her brow. However, the weather wasn't their cause..It was a nervous sweat, a cold clammy sweat. She didn't know what she was doing, she didn't know where she was going...she didn't know what to tell them when she went back inside.
Wearily she grasped the handle again and dumped another shovelful of earth onto Chloe's grave.
"Adding gravedigger to your ever growing list of previous occupations luv?"
Buffy took a deep breath and another shovelful. She didn't notice him come out. Ever since he'd been living in the house her 'Spike sense' had gone on overdrive and couldn't tell five feet from fifty. He always seemed to be with her, invading on her and right now she didn't have the energy to let him into her head.
"You shouldn't have to do this," His cool hand covered hers on the handle of the shovel, "let me."
"No."
"Buffy, you've had more death in your life than any one person should ever have to face, you don't need-"
She turned to him, eyes flashing.
"Tell it to Chloe. To Annabelle. To all the other girls I couldn't save. You tell them they're just an unfair inconvenience in my life!"
"Luv," he kept his voice quiet and soothing, "let me do this."
"I need to do this Spike. She was my responsibility. It's my fault."
"The First did this. Not you. Grieve, hurt, whatever, but let me do this." He recieved the shovel without a struggle but could tell the conversation wasn't over.
He continued piling the earth over the fresh grave.
"It's coming. There will be more deaths...Spike, I can't handle it." Her voice was tiny and scared, so unlike the Slayer everyone else saw.
"Then don't. Don't embrace death Buffy, it doesn't have to happen that way. Go inside, round up the troops, say some nice words..move on. Together you can do this."
"We..together we can do this." She tentatively rested her hand on his forearm and they both stared at it momentarily.
Finally she raised her eyes to his.
"Thank you."
"Buffy-"
"Shh.." She turned to look at the bare mound of dirt and quietly stuck a small wooden cross into the head of the plot.
"She deserves silence, it's the least we can give her."
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END