Author: Slayer Chica
Title: Harsh Light of Day, My way (2/?)
Disclaimer: Same as before, Joss owns 'em, I just come up with new plots for 'em.
Summary: I played around with Harsh Light of Day and added a definite S/B twist. (So in other words I didn't like where the ship was going on the show, so I decided to take the matter into my own, inexperinced hands. God save us all)
Rating: Humm PG 13, at least for now
Author's note: okay this is just a little different from the first part because someone told me I better have Buffy at least having some problems with.. errr her wanting to, well just read it and you'll find out.
"When you said we were going to leave the country I didn't think you were serious." Buffy said whispered to Spike as they got off the plane in London.
Spike smirked as they walked toward the gates, "If you didn't think I was serious, then why did you call and tell your mother that we were if you didn't believe me?"
Buffy shrugged as she walked. Then in a soft voice as if she was ashamed she told him about what had happened the previous summer. "I ran away Spike, last summer, after Angelus. I couldn't deal, sending Angel to hell I mean."
Spike nodded slowly, absorbing pieces of the puzzle that was her life, while he tried to figure out how it applied to now.
When she stopped, Spike raised his hand and motioned her to continue. "I was a suspect in the murder of Kendra, the other slayer. The one Drusilla killed."
She sighed, pausing for a moment, then continuing, "My mom had thrown me out of the house and had told me if I left to do this crazy thing to stop Angelus, then I could never come back."
Spike watched as tears flowed down his kitten's eyes as she remembered all that had happened. He placed his arm around her shoulder, and directed her towards a bench outside of the airport. Then as he held her, he listened to her non-stop recount it all.
"When I finally came home, I was treated with this uncomfortable and stiff politeness. Then they all attacked me about runaway later on, but I suppose it was my fault. I.. I should have told them I was all right. That's why I told my mom." She said sadly but taking it up like it was her duty to do.
Spike just stared into space for a moment in thought, now understanding why she had left a note to Willow and told Joyce; that was before turning Buffy towards him, he spoke words he felt she need to hear.
"Look luv, I know this probably won't make it right but I think it sounds like you need to get away. Not saying that was the best way to do it, but I think you need to find yourself. Just like you still have to now. A part of life is about constantly evaluating yourself, and finding what you need to get done and what you have to do to be happy." He looked down at her tear stained face, with the palm of his hand he brushed the hair out of her eyes.
She looked at Spike for a moment, then blurted out, "I wanted to kill him." Spike looked puzzled for a moment before registering what she had just said with the previous events of the past two days.
Spike looked back at her, he asked softly, "Parker?" Buffy nodded yes, tears running down her face. Spike deciding to take a shot in the dark, stating in absolute certainty "And now you feel guilty, is that right pet?" Buffy nodded again.
They sat in silence for a few moments, then Buffy finally spoke. "I really wanted to get him back for hurting me. Does that make me a bad person?" Her voice was choked with fear and sadness.
Spike smiled at the question she had asked, for the first time realizing how much he loved her. He took her hand in his and looking straight in to her eyes, he answered her question. "No, luv it doesn't" He had said it with so much conviction, it startled Buffy slightly.
"W..What do you mean? I wanted to…" She started to ask, but Spike cut her off. "Wanted is the key word Buffy." Buffy stared at him for a moment not understanding what he was saying, Spike smiled at her before explaining what he meant.
"Now pet, you must understand it has been a long time since I was human, so you must pardon me if I am rusty at this, but if I remember correctly humans often say things or think about killing someone when that person has made them increasingly angry."
Buffy was trying to grasp the concept but failing to do so, "How so Spike?" Buffy asked in a way that reminded him of his little sister asking him all sorts of why questions when he was human, like a child seeking wisdom of someone older then them.
Spike sighed, before remembering something that his slayer could relate this concept to. "Pet have you ever seen the movie 'Twelve Angry Men?'"
Buffy nodded, "I saw the original, I thought it was really good. But what does it have to do with this?" Spike nodded in agreement and then persevered with the topic at hand.
"Remember when juror three was furious at juror eight because he called him a sadist. Do you remember what he said and what happened?" Spike asked Buffy calmly.
Buffy nodded, "The other jurors grabbed him to try and calm him down. He said 'to let me go, I'm gonna kill him….'"
Then Buffy stared surprised, then continued, finally understanding, "But he didn't. Juror eight had tricked him into saying it so he could prove his point that the boy could have said it, or even thought it, and never commit the murder. Just like I did with Parker, except I hurt him."
Spike nodded at her omission, "Now you see pet? People think those kind of things all the time, and never do them. Sometimes they hurt the other people, but rarely does it actually occur that they kill them out of anger."
Buffy nodded understanding, then she finally smiled at him, "I guess I can see your point. Thanks Spike I really needed someone to rationalize with me." She gently kissed him, and then when she drew back she saw two things she thought she would never see direct towards her three days ago in Spike's eyes.
"So pet," Spike said breaking into her thoughts, "Why don't you and me get this show on the road."
"Well if we have too.." Buffy said in mock annoyance, but failing to act totally annoyed due to her grinning in anticipation.
Jumping back to her previous thoughts as they walked out hand and hand into the London night. She remembered what she had seen in Spike's eyes. Understanding and love.
In a secret meeting, in a mansion not to far from where Buffy and Spike were, thirteen men talked about the future of their group, and what would be needed to be done to secure that future. On the table there lay a series of files that where up for discussion.
One the top was a picture of Buffy clipped to a file below it, and on the top of that file was one word. TERMINATE.
TCB???
Title: Harsh Light of Day, My way (2/?)
Disclaimer: Same as before, Joss owns 'em, I just come up with new plots for 'em.
Summary: I played around with Harsh Light of Day and added a definite S/B twist. (So in other words I didn't like where the ship was going on the show, so I decided to take the matter into my own, inexperinced hands. God save us all)
Rating: Humm PG 13, at least for now
Author's note: okay this is just a little different from the first part because someone told me I better have Buffy at least having some problems with.. errr her wanting to, well just read it and you'll find out.
"When you said we were going to leave the country I didn't think you were serious." Buffy said whispered to Spike as they got off the plane in London.
Spike smirked as they walked toward the gates, "If you didn't think I was serious, then why did you call and tell your mother that we were if you didn't believe me?"
Buffy shrugged as she walked. Then in a soft voice as if she was ashamed she told him about what had happened the previous summer. "I ran away Spike, last summer, after Angelus. I couldn't deal, sending Angel to hell I mean."
Spike nodded slowly, absorbing pieces of the puzzle that was her life, while he tried to figure out how it applied to now.
When she stopped, Spike raised his hand and motioned her to continue. "I was a suspect in the murder of Kendra, the other slayer. The one Drusilla killed."
She sighed, pausing for a moment, then continuing, "My mom had thrown me out of the house and had told me if I left to do this crazy thing to stop Angelus, then I could never come back."
Spike watched as tears flowed down his kitten's eyes as she remembered all that had happened. He placed his arm around her shoulder, and directed her towards a bench outside of the airport. Then as he held her, he listened to her non-stop recount it all.
"When I finally came home, I was treated with this uncomfortable and stiff politeness. Then they all attacked me about runaway later on, but I suppose it was my fault. I.. I should have told them I was all right. That's why I told my mom." She said sadly but taking it up like it was her duty to do.
Spike just stared into space for a moment in thought, now understanding why she had left a note to Willow and told Joyce; that was before turning Buffy towards him, he spoke words he felt she need to hear.
"Look luv, I know this probably won't make it right but I think it sounds like you need to get away. Not saying that was the best way to do it, but I think you need to find yourself. Just like you still have to now. A part of life is about constantly evaluating yourself, and finding what you need to get done and what you have to do to be happy." He looked down at her tear stained face, with the palm of his hand he brushed the hair out of her eyes.
She looked at Spike for a moment, then blurted out, "I wanted to kill him." Spike looked puzzled for a moment before registering what she had just said with the previous events of the past two days.
Spike looked back at her, he asked softly, "Parker?" Buffy nodded yes, tears running down her face. Spike deciding to take a shot in the dark, stating in absolute certainty "And now you feel guilty, is that right pet?" Buffy nodded again.
They sat in silence for a few moments, then Buffy finally spoke. "I really wanted to get him back for hurting me. Does that make me a bad person?" Her voice was choked with fear and sadness.
Spike smiled at the question she had asked, for the first time realizing how much he loved her. He took her hand in his and looking straight in to her eyes, he answered her question. "No, luv it doesn't" He had said it with so much conviction, it startled Buffy slightly.
"W..What do you mean? I wanted to…" She started to ask, but Spike cut her off. "Wanted is the key word Buffy." Buffy stared at him for a moment not understanding what he was saying, Spike smiled at her before explaining what he meant.
"Now pet, you must understand it has been a long time since I was human, so you must pardon me if I am rusty at this, but if I remember correctly humans often say things or think about killing someone when that person has made them increasingly angry."
Buffy was trying to grasp the concept but failing to do so, "How so Spike?" Buffy asked in a way that reminded him of his little sister asking him all sorts of why questions when he was human, like a child seeking wisdom of someone older then them.
Spike sighed, before remembering something that his slayer could relate this concept to. "Pet have you ever seen the movie 'Twelve Angry Men?'"
Buffy nodded, "I saw the original, I thought it was really good. But what does it have to do with this?" Spike nodded in agreement and then persevered with the topic at hand.
"Remember when juror three was furious at juror eight because he called him a sadist. Do you remember what he said and what happened?" Spike asked Buffy calmly.
Buffy nodded, "The other jurors grabbed him to try and calm him down. He said 'to let me go, I'm gonna kill him….'"
Then Buffy stared surprised, then continued, finally understanding, "But he didn't. Juror eight had tricked him into saying it so he could prove his point that the boy could have said it, or even thought it, and never commit the murder. Just like I did with Parker, except I hurt him."
Spike nodded at her omission, "Now you see pet? People think those kind of things all the time, and never do them. Sometimes they hurt the other people, but rarely does it actually occur that they kill them out of anger."
Buffy nodded understanding, then she finally smiled at him, "I guess I can see your point. Thanks Spike I really needed someone to rationalize with me." She gently kissed him, and then when she drew back she saw two things she thought she would never see direct towards her three days ago in Spike's eyes.
"So pet," Spike said breaking into her thoughts, "Why don't you and me get this show on the road."
"Well if we have too.." Buffy said in mock annoyance, but failing to act totally annoyed due to her grinning in anticipation.
Jumping back to her previous thoughts as they walked out hand and hand into the London night. She remembered what she had seen in Spike's eyes. Understanding and love.
In a secret meeting, in a mansion not to far from where Buffy and Spike were, thirteen men talked about the future of their group, and what would be needed to be done to secure that future. On the table there lay a series of files that where up for discussion.
One the top was a picture of Buffy clipped to a file below it, and on the top of that file was one word. TERMINATE.
TCB???