DISCLAIMERS: I don't own any. Of course, Joss=God.
PAIRINGS: B/S all the way.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, but first email me so I'll know where this story is going to.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I thought i would do one more BTVS fanfic before the finale.
Also, this is sorta spoil-ish but I twisted some of the story lines to make it my way. This is basically the events leading up to the series finale and the finale itself...plus you get to see what happens after the finale. ::pauses for applause::
Please review, I know you probably hear that 349673946 times but I'd really appreciate feedback, good or bad.
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|+|In Each Other's Arms|+|
Spike went looking for her that night, trying to catch her scent. He had come back to the Summers' house with Andrew and discovered who the new "leader" was. Not that he was worried about her...no, of course not.
*an hour earlier*
"What do you mean, she's not part of this anymore? She's the bloody slayer! Are you all daft?" roared Spike.
"No, we're not---daft," said Faith, the last word positively dripping with sarcasm. "B just couldn't handle the pressure anymore. Plus, the girls," she said, gesturing all of the wide-eyed teenage girls sitting nearby, "want me, not her to lead them."
"You're bloody well kidding me. You blokes wouldn't have a fighting chance without her," he said, his British accent tinted with annoyance. "She's the only reason why any of you are alive."
"My my, aren't we protective now," said Kennedy.
"I wouldn't be the one to talk," he retorted, looking at her and Willow's linked hand. A blush crept up her face and that effectively shut her up.
Then Faith said, "Look, I didn't want to be in charge of this whole thing, but what can I say. They like me. They want me. Not Buffy."
*present time*
So here he was, like some whipped puppy, trying to find her. Trying to make sure that she was alright. He and Faith had went at it, the second slayer against vampire and Spike knocked Faith down before she could do any real harm to him.
Oh bollocks, where did she go?
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At the moment, Buffy was in fact in the process of evicting a horoth demon from its nice suburban home. They were actually pleasant creatures, very similar to humans except for their horrible habit of eating infants and children. What was a horoth doing living in the suburbs anyway? Oh well, Buffy shrugged. She had a temporary home for now, a short distance away from Dawn and the others...not that they'll need her anyways. They had made that perfectly clear.
She shook off the feeling of betrayl and rejection. Right now, all she wanted to do was to collapse into bed. Speaking of bed, where was she going to sleep? The horoth's bed looked questionable. Eyeing the guest room, she decided it was the best option, primarily because it was clean. Huh, she thought, demons have friends? Walking backwards from the room and turning to check out the rest of the house, she ran smack into Spike.
"Finally," he said. "I've been all over this damn town looking for you." Seeing Buffy's surprised expression, he hastily continued, "I mean, I was afraid you would do something stupid, with what happened and all."
"Ah, yes," she replied. "It's been an eventful night. Not everyday that the slayer gets cast out of her own home."
"Buffy--," he said, reaching for her.
But she was already turning away. "I'm okay. I'm alright. They'll find out what a big mistake they're making," Buffy said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself.
Spike looked at her for a moment, the woman he loved. Too good to accept any comfort in him, he thought bitterly. "It's late. I should go and let you get some sleep." He turned to leave.
"Spike..." Buffy trailed off, hesitant.
He just looked at her, his vivid blue gaze piercing her, holding her in place.
"Spike," she continued, gathering her courage. "The final fight is near. The air is practically crawling with evil. Even though they chose Faith, I'm still the Slayer. And there's a good chance that we might not survive."
There was a long pause until Spike finally said, "Where are you going with this, love?" Even though he had some idea.
"I'm saying...I'm saying to hell with what's right and wrong, Spike. When I was in your arms, that was the most right thing I've ever felt in a long time. And I---I miss that."
He was silent for awhile. Then he spoke in a careful voice. "I won't be used again, Buffy. It can never be like last time."
"Spike, oh God Spike," she said, her voice filled filled with regret with the way she treated him. "There's just no words to describe how terribly sorry I am. I hated m--myself." She stepped forward to him, so near that she could lick his chest if she stuck her tongue out full length. Buffy lifted a hand and ran it through his hair. He didn't gel it today, she thought dimly.
"Could you just hold me through the night?" she whispered. "I need you."
He cupped her face with his hands with an incredible gentleness that brought tears to her eyes.
"Alright."
That husky haritone voice sent a warmth through Buffy's body, chasing the chill that rose from uncertainty about the future away. Only Spike could do that, she thought ruefully, without even touching her too. Well almost, anyways. His hands had slid down to her shoulders. She took one and led the way to the bedroom, drawing the shades completely so no sunlight could hit Spike in the morning.
They laid down on the bed. Buffy's head cradled in the crook of his arm, her hand fisted over his heart. Which wasn't beating, of course. But she loved him nonetheless. Wait...love? Sure she cared for him, cared a great deal, as a matter of fact. But love, she asked herself sleepily. Did she really love Spike?
But before she could answer that, she was fast asleep, the events of the past hours catching up to her.
He gazed at her with such love and tenderness in his eyes that an on-looker would have shielded their eyes at witnessing such an intimate scene.
Not before long, Spike was also asleep, the vampire holding the Slayer in his arms as they chased away each other's nightmares.
TBC.............
A/N: Want more Spuffy? Review please!
PAIRINGS: B/S all the way.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, but first email me so I'll know where this story is going to.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I thought i would do one more BTVS fanfic before the finale.
Also, this is sorta spoil-ish but I twisted some of the story lines to make it my way. This is basically the events leading up to the series finale and the finale itself...plus you get to see what happens after the finale. ::pauses for applause::
Please review, I know you probably hear that 349673946 times but I'd really appreciate feedback, good or bad.
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|+|In Each Other's Arms|+|
Spike went looking for her that night, trying to catch her scent. He had come back to the Summers' house with Andrew and discovered who the new "leader" was. Not that he was worried about her...no, of course not.
*an hour earlier*
"What do you mean, she's not part of this anymore? She's the bloody slayer! Are you all daft?" roared Spike.
"No, we're not---daft," said Faith, the last word positively dripping with sarcasm. "B just couldn't handle the pressure anymore. Plus, the girls," she said, gesturing all of the wide-eyed teenage girls sitting nearby, "want me, not her to lead them."
"You're bloody well kidding me. You blokes wouldn't have a fighting chance without her," he said, his British accent tinted with annoyance. "She's the only reason why any of you are alive."
"My my, aren't we protective now," said Kennedy.
"I wouldn't be the one to talk," he retorted, looking at her and Willow's linked hand. A blush crept up her face and that effectively shut her up.
Then Faith said, "Look, I didn't want to be in charge of this whole thing, but what can I say. They like me. They want me. Not Buffy."
*present time*
So here he was, like some whipped puppy, trying to find her. Trying to make sure that she was alright. He and Faith had went at it, the second slayer against vampire and Spike knocked Faith down before she could do any real harm to him.
Oh bollocks, where did she go?
+++
At the moment, Buffy was in fact in the process of evicting a horoth demon from its nice suburban home. They were actually pleasant creatures, very similar to humans except for their horrible habit of eating infants and children. What was a horoth doing living in the suburbs anyway? Oh well, Buffy shrugged. She had a temporary home for now, a short distance away from Dawn and the others...not that they'll need her anyways. They had made that perfectly clear.
She shook off the feeling of betrayl and rejection. Right now, all she wanted to do was to collapse into bed. Speaking of bed, where was she going to sleep? The horoth's bed looked questionable. Eyeing the guest room, she decided it was the best option, primarily because it was clean. Huh, she thought, demons have friends? Walking backwards from the room and turning to check out the rest of the house, she ran smack into Spike.
"Finally," he said. "I've been all over this damn town looking for you." Seeing Buffy's surprised expression, he hastily continued, "I mean, I was afraid you would do something stupid, with what happened and all."
"Ah, yes," she replied. "It's been an eventful night. Not everyday that the slayer gets cast out of her own home."
"Buffy--," he said, reaching for her.
But she was already turning away. "I'm okay. I'm alright. They'll find out what a big mistake they're making," Buffy said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself.
Spike looked at her for a moment, the woman he loved. Too good to accept any comfort in him, he thought bitterly. "It's late. I should go and let you get some sleep." He turned to leave.
"Spike..." Buffy trailed off, hesitant.
He just looked at her, his vivid blue gaze piercing her, holding her in place.
"Spike," she continued, gathering her courage. "The final fight is near. The air is practically crawling with evil. Even though they chose Faith, I'm still the Slayer. And there's a good chance that we might not survive."
There was a long pause until Spike finally said, "Where are you going with this, love?" Even though he had some idea.
"I'm saying...I'm saying to hell with what's right and wrong, Spike. When I was in your arms, that was the most right thing I've ever felt in a long time. And I---I miss that."
He was silent for awhile. Then he spoke in a careful voice. "I won't be used again, Buffy. It can never be like last time."
"Spike, oh God Spike," she said, her voice filled filled with regret with the way she treated him. "There's just no words to describe how terribly sorry I am. I hated m--myself." She stepped forward to him, so near that she could lick his chest if she stuck her tongue out full length. Buffy lifted a hand and ran it through his hair. He didn't gel it today, she thought dimly.
"Could you just hold me through the night?" she whispered. "I need you."
He cupped her face with his hands with an incredible gentleness that brought tears to her eyes.
"Alright."
That husky haritone voice sent a warmth through Buffy's body, chasing the chill that rose from uncertainty about the future away. Only Spike could do that, she thought ruefully, without even touching her too. Well almost, anyways. His hands had slid down to her shoulders. She took one and led the way to the bedroom, drawing the shades completely so no sunlight could hit Spike in the morning.
They laid down on the bed. Buffy's head cradled in the crook of his arm, her hand fisted over his heart. Which wasn't beating, of course. But she loved him nonetheless. Wait...love? Sure she cared for him, cared a great deal, as a matter of fact. But love, she asked herself sleepily. Did she really love Spike?
But before she could answer that, she was fast asleep, the events of the past hours catching up to her.
He gazed at her with such love and tenderness in his eyes that an on-looker would have shielded their eyes at witnessing such an intimate scene.
Not before long, Spike was also asleep, the vampire holding the Slayer in his arms as they chased away each other's nightmares.
TBC.............
A/N: Want more Spuffy? Review please!