Summary: When Buffy finds out Dawn is the key, the Scoobies find a spell
that can transfer the energy into another thing, and then they can destroy
the key, but as you know in Buffy-land, nothing ever goes as planned. B/S
Disclaimer: The stars whisper to me, children. They say to write a story, and the PTB tells me to give the children of the world a message, 'The Powers That Be own everything, and that I will be punished if I say that any of this belongs to the stars or the moon.'
Reviews: Thanks you lots for the reviews that I got. I am SO sorry about the mushy paragraphs. I promise I didn't type it that way. I KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO READ THE NEVERENDING PARAGRAPHS AND I MYSELF HATE IT!! I hope this chapter appears formatted better. Keep reviewing!!
CHAPTER 2: UNCONSCIOUS AMDISSION
She was just lying there, wounded. Still unconscious from the injuries of the night before, she lay on the sarcophagus in his crypt. He kept going over and over in his head what she had said. It wasn't a surprise to him the he wasn't able to sleep a wink.
*'I love you, Spike.'* She had said. She had said the words he himself had told her recently. But every time those sweet words played in his ears and his heart, but his head said in just a whisper:
*'You're beneath me.'* Those words had struck him like a slap in the face, and his heart sunk even lower.
*'I love you, Spike.'* *'You're beneath me.'* *'I love you, Spike.'* *'You're beneath me.'*
This continued for quite some time when finally Spike screamed out, "Bloody hell!"
He did not realize what he had done until Buffy started stirring and groaning.
"Spike? 'Sat you?" She asked him; she was only semi-conscious.
"Buffy! I'm sorry, pet; I didn't mean to wake you." He said nervously, wondering how he was going to explain why he had yelled out, but thankfully she didn't ask.
"What happened?" She asked instead. She was then fully conscious and tried to sit up. "OW!!" She screamed. The gash on her stomach wasn't fully healed yet.
"You got sliced by a Kroninde demon," He stated, "Bloody nasty bugger!" He said.
"I can certainly feel the cut." She stated as she winced.
"I tried to bandage it up, but't needs to be changed." Spike said as he stood up to go get some more cloth to bandage up the wound.
"What time is it?" Buffy questioned. She had found a way to prop herself up, but it still hurt like heck.
"'S about 11:30, pet." He said, then getting some tape from the first aid kit that he had used to clean the wounds earlier.
She took this in and said, "Oh, no! Dawn! Who watched over her last night? I slept that long? The gang is probably worried, you know because Slayer who doesn't come home equals everybody thinks Slayer is dead. and I am babbling." She said in such a fast pace that he could hardly keep up with what she was saying.
"Luv, everything and everybody's fine, I'm sure. I think they can survive 4 or 5 bloody hours without you." He said with a simple smile.
"I guess you're right," She said pensively, with a thinking look on her face.
"I'm always right, pet." Spike said with a smirk, and Buffy snorted, and then started laughing.
"Lift up your shirt, luv." Spike said intending to change the bandage on Buffy's stomach.
"WHAT?" She screamed, not realizing his intentions. He held up the cloth and tape.
"Oh," She said sheepishly, "I knew that." And she did as he asked.
He gently undid the tape that was holding the bloodied cloth to her skin and removed the cloth as she looked down at the wound. It had almost fully healed, but the scab didn't look good. Spike placed the new gauze on the gash and taped it tight.
"You should probably stay here 'till sunset, b'cause you're still hurt." He said, looking for another excuse to get her to stay, but he was shocked for the second time when she just agreed with him.
"Thanks." She said lying back down to go to sleep again. She grabbed the blanket that Spike had gotten for her during the night and cuddled in it.
*************************************************************** Later, when it was about ten minutes until sunrise, Buffy woke again. For some reason, she remembered her dream. She remembered the demon, and she remembered Spike. She remembered the look on his face- the shock, the fear, the love- and she silently started crying.
Her small tears turned into weeps, and then they grew to sobs, and finally she was crying loudly. Spike had gone to the upper level of his crypt to get some blood for himself, and food for her. Her cries were so loud that he ran back down to her as soon as he heard them.
He had already drunk the blood, so he set the food down on a place on the stone and sat down by her.
"Wha's wrong, luv?" He wrapped his arms around her. She was rocking back and forth, shaking and sobbing. She kept murmuring something. He thought it sounded like 'I'm so sorry.' But he didn't have a clue about what she would be sorry about, so he asked.
"Did you have a nightmare, pet?" He spoke gently and coolly. As he was holding her, he felt her nod into his shoulder.
"Do you w'nt to tell me 'bout it?" He said softly, wanting to hear about her dream from earlier. He felt her nod again.
She lifted her head out of the nest she had made in the crook of his shoulder.
"I was fighting a demon, and you were there with me," She started, "It stabbed me, and it hurt so much. Not the stab, but knowing that I wouldn't get to say goodbye to anybody ever again. And, you, you were horrified. There was nothing you could do, and your eyes." She said. She was interrupted frequently by the sobs that erupted from her.
"Go ahead, pet. I'm here." He said, and she was immediately comforted.
"You really do love me, don't you?" She said, looking up at him questioningly.
"You're just now figuring th't out, luv?" He said with a smirk.
"I saw it in your eyes, in the dream." She said softly, the softest she had ever been to him.
"D' you see it 'n my eyes now, pet?" He spoke sweetly, and caring, and hopeful. His ocean blue eyes gazed into her green eyes, and after they had focused on each other for a moment, they leaned in, and pressed their lips together, just briefly, for a chaste kiss, but enough to leave both of them wanting more.
"I see it, and I feel it, and I know you love me," She whispered, "And it scares me to death," She said with a deathly seriousness that would have scared you if you saw it.
"B't you don't love me back?" Spike finished for her.
"No. I don't love you, but, I kind of like you, and I might be able to love you, someday," She said sincerely.
His eyes lit up like a kid that was in a candy store for the first time. She liked him, and someday she might be able to love him.
"But right now, I need a friend- a partner, someone to help with this big mess that is my life, okay?" The words were not a rejection, no, far from it. It was the beginning of something good. Spike nodded, knowing that they still had a world of trouble ahead of them, but still, she would love him, someday soon.
Disclaimer: The stars whisper to me, children. They say to write a story, and the PTB tells me to give the children of the world a message, 'The Powers That Be own everything, and that I will be punished if I say that any of this belongs to the stars or the moon.'
Reviews: Thanks you lots for the reviews that I got. I am SO sorry about the mushy paragraphs. I promise I didn't type it that way. I KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO READ THE NEVERENDING PARAGRAPHS AND I MYSELF HATE IT!! I hope this chapter appears formatted better. Keep reviewing!!
CHAPTER 2: UNCONSCIOUS AMDISSION
She was just lying there, wounded. Still unconscious from the injuries of the night before, she lay on the sarcophagus in his crypt. He kept going over and over in his head what she had said. It wasn't a surprise to him the he wasn't able to sleep a wink.
*'I love you, Spike.'* She had said. She had said the words he himself had told her recently. But every time those sweet words played in his ears and his heart, but his head said in just a whisper:
*'You're beneath me.'* Those words had struck him like a slap in the face, and his heart sunk even lower.
*'I love you, Spike.'* *'You're beneath me.'* *'I love you, Spike.'* *'You're beneath me.'*
This continued for quite some time when finally Spike screamed out, "Bloody hell!"
He did not realize what he had done until Buffy started stirring and groaning.
"Spike? 'Sat you?" She asked him; she was only semi-conscious.
"Buffy! I'm sorry, pet; I didn't mean to wake you." He said nervously, wondering how he was going to explain why he had yelled out, but thankfully she didn't ask.
"What happened?" She asked instead. She was then fully conscious and tried to sit up. "OW!!" She screamed. The gash on her stomach wasn't fully healed yet.
"You got sliced by a Kroninde demon," He stated, "Bloody nasty bugger!" He said.
"I can certainly feel the cut." She stated as she winced.
"I tried to bandage it up, but't needs to be changed." Spike said as he stood up to go get some more cloth to bandage up the wound.
"What time is it?" Buffy questioned. She had found a way to prop herself up, but it still hurt like heck.
"'S about 11:30, pet." He said, then getting some tape from the first aid kit that he had used to clean the wounds earlier.
She took this in and said, "Oh, no! Dawn! Who watched over her last night? I slept that long? The gang is probably worried, you know because Slayer who doesn't come home equals everybody thinks Slayer is dead. and I am babbling." She said in such a fast pace that he could hardly keep up with what she was saying.
"Luv, everything and everybody's fine, I'm sure. I think they can survive 4 or 5 bloody hours without you." He said with a simple smile.
"I guess you're right," She said pensively, with a thinking look on her face.
"I'm always right, pet." Spike said with a smirk, and Buffy snorted, and then started laughing.
"Lift up your shirt, luv." Spike said intending to change the bandage on Buffy's stomach.
"WHAT?" She screamed, not realizing his intentions. He held up the cloth and tape.
"Oh," She said sheepishly, "I knew that." And she did as he asked.
He gently undid the tape that was holding the bloodied cloth to her skin and removed the cloth as she looked down at the wound. It had almost fully healed, but the scab didn't look good. Spike placed the new gauze on the gash and taped it tight.
"You should probably stay here 'till sunset, b'cause you're still hurt." He said, looking for another excuse to get her to stay, but he was shocked for the second time when she just agreed with him.
"Thanks." She said lying back down to go to sleep again. She grabbed the blanket that Spike had gotten for her during the night and cuddled in it.
*************************************************************** Later, when it was about ten minutes until sunrise, Buffy woke again. For some reason, she remembered her dream. She remembered the demon, and she remembered Spike. She remembered the look on his face- the shock, the fear, the love- and she silently started crying.
Her small tears turned into weeps, and then they grew to sobs, and finally she was crying loudly. Spike had gone to the upper level of his crypt to get some blood for himself, and food for her. Her cries were so loud that he ran back down to her as soon as he heard them.
He had already drunk the blood, so he set the food down on a place on the stone and sat down by her.
"Wha's wrong, luv?" He wrapped his arms around her. She was rocking back and forth, shaking and sobbing. She kept murmuring something. He thought it sounded like 'I'm so sorry.' But he didn't have a clue about what she would be sorry about, so he asked.
"Did you have a nightmare, pet?" He spoke gently and coolly. As he was holding her, he felt her nod into his shoulder.
"Do you w'nt to tell me 'bout it?" He said softly, wanting to hear about her dream from earlier. He felt her nod again.
She lifted her head out of the nest she had made in the crook of his shoulder.
"I was fighting a demon, and you were there with me," She started, "It stabbed me, and it hurt so much. Not the stab, but knowing that I wouldn't get to say goodbye to anybody ever again. And, you, you were horrified. There was nothing you could do, and your eyes." She said. She was interrupted frequently by the sobs that erupted from her.
"Go ahead, pet. I'm here." He said, and she was immediately comforted.
"You really do love me, don't you?" She said, looking up at him questioningly.
"You're just now figuring th't out, luv?" He said with a smirk.
"I saw it in your eyes, in the dream." She said softly, the softest she had ever been to him.
"D' you see it 'n my eyes now, pet?" He spoke sweetly, and caring, and hopeful. His ocean blue eyes gazed into her green eyes, and after they had focused on each other for a moment, they leaned in, and pressed their lips together, just briefly, for a chaste kiss, but enough to leave both of them wanting more.
"I see it, and I feel it, and I know you love me," She whispered, "And it scares me to death," She said with a deathly seriousness that would have scared you if you saw it.
"B't you don't love me back?" Spike finished for her.
"No. I don't love you, but, I kind of like you, and I might be able to love you, someday," She said sincerely.
His eyes lit up like a kid that was in a candy store for the first time. She liked him, and someday she might be able to love him.
"But right now, I need a friend- a partner, someone to help with this big mess that is my life, okay?" The words were not a rejection, no, far from it. It was the beginning of something good. Spike nodded, knowing that they still had a world of trouble ahead of them, but still, she would love him, someday soon.
