||A Moment to be Real||
Prequel and backstory to Morning has Broken, occuring after Lies My Parents Told me and one week before Morning has Broken.
Reviews much appreciated, feedback also ( faith@banggraphix.com ) - Visit Spike & Faith on the web @ Hellville.com
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"Maybe I need you to. Spell it out for me, Giles." Buffy's voice was hurt and strained from the intense fight she'd been using to help train herself, her tone filled the cemetery and hung thick in the air as she protested the reason of her one-time watcher. The situation seemed all too familiar.
"You're just too close to this, Buffy you must take a step back and see things for what they really are." Giles pleaded as the vampire that Buffy had been fighting disintegrated before his eyes, not an unusual sight for anyone in Sunnydale in recent years. "Now I'm not suggesting that you must do anything...rash, all I mean to do is-"
"Kill him. You want me to kill him and I wanna hear you say it."
"Buffy, do be reasonable.." Giles sighed, gently pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.
"Say it Giles...I think I need to hear it....Tell me to kill Spike...just like you told me to kill Dawn."
"Buffy..." Giles started with no small amount of annoyance, mingled with a sort of guilt. "You're not thinking clearly, I'm just...well what I mean to tell you is, really, and weither or not you hate me for saying so this is for your...all of our own good. You're -relationship- with Spike has blinded you to the severity of this situation. I don't think you fully appreciate the position...the hold he's got on you."
"Hold? There's no hold, actually utterly holdless. He's the strongest, Giles." Buffy sighed as she packed her weapons away.
"Spike IS a threat, Buffy. Weither you'd care to see it or not." His voice was calm, almost tender as he spoke. "Until you...until he-"
"No." Buffy's outraged little voice cuts through Giles sentence like a knife.
"YES." Giles sternly replied.
"Sp-...William is an allie, Giles. And he can be a good man...I trust him, but after what happened the other..." Buffy sighed, looking around for any weapons she might have dropped. "After what happened with Robin..I...Giles I..." She tried to clear her thoughts regain some sort of composure. "I'm having a hard time...trusting you again..."
Giles seated himself himself on a low tombstone, pulling has glasses off and wiping the lenses clean with a small, white cloth from his jacket pocket. "Buffy you must believe that I only did what I thought was best. Spike, harmless as he may seem and fond as you...as we all are of him, by nature, he IS a killer. If he were to..."
Giles trailed off but Buffy wasted no time. "He won't."
"Buffy you can't know that." Giles responded with concern.
"Yes..." She paused to lift the strap of her weapon-filled gym bag onto her shoulder. "I do. I know him, Giles...he's different. He's better."
"Yes, I know him too, Buffy...however he may have changed let's not forget t hat he is still the same man who tried to kill Willow...Xander...and you on serveral occasions if memory serves."
"It was a lifetime ago." Buffy sighed, getting to her feet and walking away from Giles in sort of a spoiled protest. "He couldn't , Giles...he WOULDN'T hurt me..."
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"Ugh...mmmm...that wus..." Spike started with a sleepy sigh as Faith rolled off of his hips to lay beside him in Buffy's bed, plucking the newly lit cigarette from his lips and taking a long drag.
"Wow?" She exhaled, finishing his sentence, settling back against him, his arm still around her.
"I wus gonna say a hoot, but yeah. So Luv, you got a name?"
"Faith." She answered simply, closing her eyes and lounging against his chest as if he were a body pillow.
"Faith? Faith...I like it, very pritty. Faith whut?"
Faith shrugged. "Just Faith, no last name...sorta like Cher...or Jafar. You?" She asks with a comfortable sigh, already knowing the answer.
"Spike...eh...William." He corrects himself and teases, "Yeh, William...call me Willy and you die."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Prequel and backstory to Morning has Broken, occuring after Lies My Parents Told me and one week before Morning has Broken.
Reviews much appreciated, feedback also ( faith@banggraphix.com ) - Visit Spike & Faith on the web @ Hellville.com
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"Maybe I need you to. Spell it out for me, Giles." Buffy's voice was hurt and strained from the intense fight she'd been using to help train herself, her tone filled the cemetery and hung thick in the air as she protested the reason of her one-time watcher. The situation seemed all too familiar.
"You're just too close to this, Buffy you must take a step back and see things for what they really are." Giles pleaded as the vampire that Buffy had been fighting disintegrated before his eyes, not an unusual sight for anyone in Sunnydale in recent years. "Now I'm not suggesting that you must do anything...rash, all I mean to do is-"
"Kill him. You want me to kill him and I wanna hear you say it."
"Buffy, do be reasonable.." Giles sighed, gently pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.
"Say it Giles...I think I need to hear it....Tell me to kill Spike...just like you told me to kill Dawn."
"Buffy..." Giles started with no small amount of annoyance, mingled with a sort of guilt. "You're not thinking clearly, I'm just...well what I mean to tell you is, really, and weither or not you hate me for saying so this is for your...all of our own good. You're -relationship- with Spike has blinded you to the severity of this situation. I don't think you fully appreciate the position...the hold he's got on you."
"Hold? There's no hold, actually utterly holdless. He's the strongest, Giles." Buffy sighed as she packed her weapons away.
"Spike IS a threat, Buffy. Weither you'd care to see it or not." His voice was calm, almost tender as he spoke. "Until you...until he-"
"No." Buffy's outraged little voice cuts through Giles sentence like a knife.
"YES." Giles sternly replied.
"Sp-...William is an allie, Giles. And he can be a good man...I trust him, but after what happened the other..." Buffy sighed, looking around for any weapons she might have dropped. "After what happened with Robin..I...Giles I..." She tried to clear her thoughts regain some sort of composure. "I'm having a hard time...trusting you again..."
Giles seated himself himself on a low tombstone, pulling has glasses off and wiping the lenses clean with a small, white cloth from his jacket pocket. "Buffy you must believe that I only did what I thought was best. Spike, harmless as he may seem and fond as you...as we all are of him, by nature, he IS a killer. If he were to..."
Giles trailed off but Buffy wasted no time. "He won't."
"Buffy you can't know that." Giles responded with concern.
"Yes..." She paused to lift the strap of her weapon-filled gym bag onto her shoulder. "I do. I know him, Giles...he's different. He's better."
"Yes, I know him too, Buffy...however he may have changed let's not forget t hat he is still the same man who tried to kill Willow...Xander...and you on serveral occasions if memory serves."
"It was a lifetime ago." Buffy sighed, getting to her feet and walking away from Giles in sort of a spoiled protest. "He couldn't , Giles...he WOULDN'T hurt me..."
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"Ugh...mmmm...that wus..." Spike started with a sleepy sigh as Faith rolled off of his hips to lay beside him in Buffy's bed, plucking the newly lit cigarette from his lips and taking a long drag.
"Wow?" She exhaled, finishing his sentence, settling back against him, his arm still around her.
"I wus gonna say a hoot, but yeah. So Luv, you got a name?"
"Faith." She answered simply, closing her eyes and lounging against his chest as if he were a body pillow.
"Faith? Faith...I like it, very pritty. Faith whut?"
Faith shrugged. "Just Faith, no last name...sorta like Cher...or Jafar. You?" She asks with a comfortable sigh, already knowing the answer.
"Spike...eh...William." He corrects himself and teases, "Yeh, William...call me Willy and you die."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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