Title: Guarding Angel
Author: Spookykat
Rating: R
Category: Angst, humor, AtS/BtVS crossover
Spoilers: Season finale
Summary: Spike gets an assignment
We've only got one time around.
Seems simple enough, right?
Funny thing is, most blokes don't get that before it's too late.
I almost didn't get it.
But then, I've been around a helluva lot longer than most people.
I understand what Buffy was talking about now-about not wanting to come back after her latest melodramatics. I thought I understood, but no. I thought being finished meant being bored.
I saved the sodding world. You can't do any better than that. You can't do any more than that. And how many times had Buffy done it?
Bloody hell, I saved the sodding world.
Bollocks.
That is pure bollocks, and I know it as well as you do.
I didn't hold that thing till it set my body on fire to save the rest of the world. I knew what it was like in a world without her, and I just couldn't let any of them go through that again.
I saved her.
I couldn't save Dru, but somehow, she is irrelevant. I was always someone pussy-whipped pathetic bloody awful poet around Dru. Dru was all fun and games that would make a Republican's hairs stand on in. It was all soap- opera shit compared to the Slayer. This was.
For the first time in my existence, I don't mind being able to not put things into words. I think words would belittle it.
William the Bloody has finally got a winner.
So, for being their fucking Savior, what do I get in return?
Apparently, to atone, I have assignments to complete. Damn. I hate apologizing.
Bloody hell, I've been my own boss for centuries.
And you won't GUESS who my project is.
Buffy would laugh if she saw me now. Maybe she can see me now, but then, I'd make myself sick, like I was sick that night they fought the Preacher.
But I'm here because I watched his back when this whole thing started. I suppose it's how it always will be. He makes her happy, and that is the only reason I am not going to tell them to send me straight to hell where I belong and take him with me. That, and I'm not solid enough to kick his pretty face in. Damn.
Can't I just be a ghost haunting him for the rest of his days? That would be a lot more fun than saving his sodding ass.
I should have a talk with St. Peter about the wardrobe. White washes me out.
We've only got one time around.
Seems simple enough, right?
Funny thing is, most blokes don't get that before it's too late.
I almost didn't get it.
But then, I've been around a helluva lot longer than most people.
I understand what Buffy was talking about now-about not wanting to come back after her latest melodramatics. I thought I understood, but no. I thought being finished meant being bored.
I saved the sodding world. You can't do any better than that. You can't do any more than that. And how many times had Buffy done it?
Bloody hell, I saved the sodding world.
Bollocks.
That is pure bollocks, and I know it as well as you do.
I didn't hold that thing till it set my body on fire to save the rest of the world. I knew what it was like in a world without her, and I just couldn't let any of them go through that again.
I saved her.
I couldn't save Dru, but somehow, she is irrelevant. I was always someone pussy-whipped pathetic bloody awful poet around Dru. Dru was all fun and games that would make a Republican's hairs stand on in. It was all soap- opera shit compared to the Slayer. This was.
For the first time in my existence, I don't mind being able to not put things into words. I think words would belittle it.
William the Bloody has finally got a winner.
So, for being their fucking Savior, what do I get in return?
Apparently, to atone, I have assignments to complete. Damn. I hate apologizing.
Bloody hell, I've been my own boss for centuries.
And you won't GUESS who my project is.
Buffy would laugh if she saw me now. Maybe she can see me now, but then, I'd make myself sick, like I was sick that night they fought the Preacher.
But I'm here because I watched his back when this whole thing started. I suppose it's how it always will be. He makes her happy, and that is the only reason I am not going to tell them to send me straight to hell where I belong and take him with me. That, and I'm not solid enough to kick his pretty face in. Damn.
Can't I just be a ghost haunting him for the rest of his days? That would be a lot more fun than saving his sodding ass.
I should have a talk with St. Peter about the wardrobe. White washes me out.