Ch. 3- Bothered and Confused
Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews guys! After I read through all my e-mail and the review reminders, I jumped upstairs and started writing again. So here, another chapter. Enjoy.
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It took Willow a couple of minutes for her to figure out there was no one on the other line of the phone before she hung up. A small smile played over her lips as she realized that she hadn't been hearing things when Spike had said something.
'Wow, he's back,' she thought. 'I wonder who did it this time.'
Surprised at her reaction, she immediately replaced the smile with a frown, and turned back to the crowd that had gathered around her.
Xander, Andrew, Giles, Dawn, and Kennedy all waited for whatever was coming. Meeting eyes with Giles, she motioned for him to come outside with her, keeping it obvious that whatever she had to say needed the Watcher's advice and opinion first.
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Back at the apartment:
Buffy just stood there, fully absorbing what was happening. Spike was still standing in front of her, dressed in a blanket, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be slipping..
'NO! No! Bad Buffy! Bad bad Buffy! No more bad thoughts about the bad vampire!.....she closed her eyes, concentrating on getting the manipulating pictures out of her mind, and half hoping that when she opened them, he wouldn't be there.
It didn't work. He was still there.
"Oh my God," she breathed. It really was him. Her eyes were still locked with his, a trance that still hadn't been broken. Her hand slowly came up, resting on his chest. He hadn't really changed since...she saw him last.
Same bleach-blonde hair, same piercing icy-blue eyes, same cold skin..which wasn't as cold as she remembered. She realized that it was...rather warm. Confusion etched on her face, her hand moved over his heart, wondering if she could hear a heartbeat.
Her eyes widened in shock, confusion, joy, and fear.
Spike was alive. Literally.
"What happened to you?"
"Sorry luv, can't answer that question until you answer mine," he replied softly, his voice a little above a whisper.
"Which was?" Obviously she had been so shocked, the question had gone right through her.
"What am I doing here, Buffy?" His voice raised slightly as he repeated himself, mixed emotions making themselves known. "The last thing I remember is watching you here in the living room from the outside, and the next thing I know I'm lying here next to your unconscious self in said living room."
Buffy blinked. He didn't sound angry, but he didn't sound overly excited about being here either. "I..I don't know. I have no idea why you're here, Spike," she replied, a little shocked by his reaction. This was what she had wanted; him back in her life. This was what she wished for..
'The wish..oh stupid Buffy, stupid STUPID Buffy. That's how it happened, I wished it and it came true..duh.'
She rolled her eyes at her ignorance, but suddenly froze as another thought took her.
Breaking the spell that had her stuck where she was standing, she made her way past Spike and headed to her room, Spike following at her heels.
"Buffy...what are you doing?" he asked while she rummaged through her closet, grabbing a box during the middle of her search. She stopped pilling through the closet and continued her attack on the box until she pulled out a pair of black jeans, a black shirt, and a pair of black boots, shoving them at him.
"Get dressed," she commanded, walking briskly out of the room to leave him in private.
"Um..pet.."
She turned around, already having an explanation for his question.
"Look, I've been preparing myself for something like this. People come back from the dead all the time. I'm a living example of it. I know you're probably wondering why I prepared myself for YOU coming back, and as surprising as it is, I know it's because...okay, I don't know why, but I want to figure everything out, so just..please hurry."
"Actually, I was wanting a pair of socks, luv."
Buffy stood in the doorway, rendered speechless and embarrassed.
"Oh...I don't think..I'm not sure I have any..for you, I mean.."
"S'alright, I can manage.." He looked down at the shirt he was holding.
Buffy turned away, preparing to shut the door.
"Buffy?"
She sighed, turning to face him. "Yeah?"
He looked down, looked up at her, and glanced down again before meeting her eyes. "Thanks."
She smiled softly, surprised a little bit. "No problem."
'Note to self: Ask questions before rambling off 'answers', she thought as she turned and headed for the kitchen.
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Hopefully that was good enough to keep you guys occupied until I can finish another chapter.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews guys! After I read through all my e-mail and the review reminders, I jumped upstairs and started writing again. So here, another chapter. Enjoy.
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It took Willow a couple of minutes for her to figure out there was no one on the other line of the phone before she hung up. A small smile played over her lips as she realized that she hadn't been hearing things when Spike had said something.
'Wow, he's back,' she thought. 'I wonder who did it this time.'
Surprised at her reaction, she immediately replaced the smile with a frown, and turned back to the crowd that had gathered around her.
Xander, Andrew, Giles, Dawn, and Kennedy all waited for whatever was coming. Meeting eyes with Giles, she motioned for him to come outside with her, keeping it obvious that whatever she had to say needed the Watcher's advice and opinion first.
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Back at the apartment:
Buffy just stood there, fully absorbing what was happening. Spike was still standing in front of her, dressed in a blanket, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be slipping..
'NO! No! Bad Buffy! Bad bad Buffy! No more bad thoughts about the bad vampire!.....she closed her eyes, concentrating on getting the manipulating pictures out of her mind, and half hoping that when she opened them, he wouldn't be there.
It didn't work. He was still there.
"Oh my God," she breathed. It really was him. Her eyes were still locked with his, a trance that still hadn't been broken. Her hand slowly came up, resting on his chest. He hadn't really changed since...she saw him last.
Same bleach-blonde hair, same piercing icy-blue eyes, same cold skin..which wasn't as cold as she remembered. She realized that it was...rather warm. Confusion etched on her face, her hand moved over his heart, wondering if she could hear a heartbeat.
Her eyes widened in shock, confusion, joy, and fear.
Spike was alive. Literally.
"What happened to you?"
"Sorry luv, can't answer that question until you answer mine," he replied softly, his voice a little above a whisper.
"Which was?" Obviously she had been so shocked, the question had gone right through her.
"What am I doing here, Buffy?" His voice raised slightly as he repeated himself, mixed emotions making themselves known. "The last thing I remember is watching you here in the living room from the outside, and the next thing I know I'm lying here next to your unconscious self in said living room."
Buffy blinked. He didn't sound angry, but he didn't sound overly excited about being here either. "I..I don't know. I have no idea why you're here, Spike," she replied, a little shocked by his reaction. This was what she had wanted; him back in her life. This was what she wished for..
'The wish..oh stupid Buffy, stupid STUPID Buffy. That's how it happened, I wished it and it came true..duh.'
She rolled her eyes at her ignorance, but suddenly froze as another thought took her.
Breaking the spell that had her stuck where she was standing, she made her way past Spike and headed to her room, Spike following at her heels.
"Buffy...what are you doing?" he asked while she rummaged through her closet, grabbing a box during the middle of her search. She stopped pilling through the closet and continued her attack on the box until she pulled out a pair of black jeans, a black shirt, and a pair of black boots, shoving them at him.
"Get dressed," she commanded, walking briskly out of the room to leave him in private.
"Um..pet.."
She turned around, already having an explanation for his question.
"Look, I've been preparing myself for something like this. People come back from the dead all the time. I'm a living example of it. I know you're probably wondering why I prepared myself for YOU coming back, and as surprising as it is, I know it's because...okay, I don't know why, but I want to figure everything out, so just..please hurry."
"Actually, I was wanting a pair of socks, luv."
Buffy stood in the doorway, rendered speechless and embarrassed.
"Oh...I don't think..I'm not sure I have any..for you, I mean.."
"S'alright, I can manage.." He looked down at the shirt he was holding.
Buffy turned away, preparing to shut the door.
"Buffy?"
She sighed, turning to face him. "Yeah?"
He looked down, looked up at her, and glanced down again before meeting her eyes. "Thanks."
She smiled softly, surprised a little bit. "No problem."
'Note to self: Ask questions before rambling off 'answers', she thought as she turned and headed for the kitchen.
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Hopefully that was good enough to keep you guys occupied until I can finish another chapter.
