Author: Sita
Rating: PG-13 for now....
Summary: Post 7.22- It's been five years, and the night Spike died still haunts Buffy's dreams. But what happens when she gets a phone call from L.A. and comes face to face with no other than Spike? What will she do? B/S
Spoilers: Post 7.22 "Chosen"
Disclaimer: Insert standard disclaimer here.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.
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You used to captivate me by your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But do you're still with me
I've been alone all along
~Evanescence~
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AN: I accidentally didn't correct the lyrics last time. Oops. I'm doing it this time though. :-p
Also, longer chapter! See, told you it'd be! And thanks for all the reviews You keep me writing!
ARGH! I just tagged this whole chapter and saved it in an html doc….and I swear I saved it on my desktop, but I can't find it. SO I have to tag the whole thing over again. ARGH!…. Sorry, had to rant.
Part Three
"Spike?"
She couldn't get enough of it. Saying his name. Spike actually being here. It felt like a wonderful yet vivid dream, though her dreams of Spike usually involved horrible instead of wonderful things.
This definitely wasn't a dream.
A sob caught in her throat as she took in the beautiful creature laying before her. His hair had grown out again, it was wild and curly just like it had been the time she had found him insane and in Sunnydale High School's basement. Bruises and cuts were visible on his body, and a giant white bandage was wrapped around his torso.
She didn't even realize she had dropped to her knees until she found the mattress was eye level with her when a strong hand was placed upon her shoulder.
"I found him a week ago." Angel's voice was rough with emotion. Emotion he was trying to hide. Even if he claimed to hate Spike, Buffy knew this wasn't true, and the roughness of his voice confirmed her suspicions.
"Has he been unconscious the whole time?" Dawn spoke up, knowing her sister was in no condition to do so.
"He's woken up once, but briefly." He looked back down at Buffy. "He said your name, Buffy. Then he passed out again."
"Wha....What's going on?" Andy's voice startled the others. Buffy had totally forgotten he was here.
"It's a long story." Giles spoke, laying his hand upon Andy's shoulder.
"Who is he?" Andy persisted.
"Buffy will explain later, Andy." Giles spoke more firmly this time. Though Giles had never particularly cared for Spike, he had respect for his Slayer, and Spike. Spikehad saved the world after all. Giles owed him that much credit, at least.
"Touch his hand." Angel whispered, kneeling down next to Buffy.
The Slayer looked over at the brunette vampire, before leaning over and touching Spike's hand. She gasped at the touch. "It's...."
"Warm." Angel finished the sentence for her. "I know."
"Is he... Is he human?"
"He has a heartbeat." Angel took Buffy's fingers and placed them where Spike's dead heart used to be, now fully alive and pumping with blood. Buffy let out a loud sob, she couldn't hold it in any longer. And she draped herself over the bedside, sobbing and holding on to the former vampire, as if she was afraid he'd disappear any second.
"Let's go." She barely registered Giles and Dawn leading Andy out of the room as she sobbed into the unconscious man's chest.
Angel stayed near Buffy as she cried, running his hand down her back soothingly.
"Wake up Spike.... please." He heard her muffled voice whisper into Spike's chest, and he sighed, deciding it would be best if he left Buffy alone with Spike for now.
Buffy didn't even seem to realize when he left though, her tears still staining Spike's chest. "I-" She started to speak again, but she jumped back in surprise when she felt him twitch.
"Spike?"
His eyes snapped open.
"Buffy?"
"Oh god," Her sobbing grew louder when she realized he was awake. "Oh god...."
"Buffy?" He asked confused, his voice rough from tiredness. "What's going on, luv?"
"You're back." She lifted her head up, attempting to give Spike a watery smile, but her smiled wavered as new tears started to form in her eyes once more. "You're really back."
"I thought I," He swallowed, suddenly realizing his mouth was dry. "I thought I was dead."
"You were." She let out another sob, "You were."
"What happened?" He tried to lift himself off the bed in order to give Buffy some comfort, but he couldn't do so, for pain shot right through his body and he gasped. "Bloody hell."
"Are you alright?" She sat up. "Can I do something?" She started looking for any new visible wounds, obviously worried.
He found the strength to lift up his hand and cover it with her own, "I'm fine, Buffy."
"But.... I don't want," She placed her head in the crook of his neck, sobbing again. "Just...don't leave again. Please."
He shivered as her warn breath tickled his skin, trying his best to comfort her, "How long was I gone? I.... I remember dying, then....then I woke up here."
She lifted her head up at this, looking into bright blue eyes she never thought she'd see again. "You don't know how long you've been gone?"
He chuckled dryly, "How long has it been.... a few months?"
"Five years." She looked down as she said this, her hand grabbing his own. "I've missed you."
"Oh Buffy," He reached up his hand to stroke her wet cheek. "I'm sorry."
"I have dreams about you every night." She whispered. "I can't save you. I can never save you. And...you blame me for your death. Was it my fault, Spike?"
"No." His words were firm and serious. "It was my own choice. I wanted to save the world. I wanted you to fine someone you could love."
"But I-"
The door opening startled the two former lovers, and the brunette vampire peaked his head in. "You okay Bu...." He trailed off when he realized the other member of the room had his eyes open and he stepped in, closing the door behind him. "God Will, you're awake."
"Don't call me that, poofter." Spike tried to smirk, but he grimaced in pain.
Angel did smirk though, kneeling next to Buffy, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a bleedin' Mac truck." Spike shrugged. "I'll live though." He looked over at Buffy when he felt her grab his hand, and managed a half-smile.
"That you will, Will."
"Huh?" Spike looked at Angel oddly.
"You're alive." Angel said.
"Huh?" Spike repeated himself.
"You have a heartbeat." Buffy spoke, her voice still shaky. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears again.
"How can this...." Spike trailed off, suddenly realizing he'd been holding his breath and he needed to take air in to satisfy his burning lungs. It was something he hadn't experienced in almost two centuries.
"I don't know." It was Angel who spoke again. He tenderly brushed a piece of sweaty hair off his grandchilde's forehead. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you're alive."
"Ah.... you always were the poofter."
Angel let out a chuckle, "Thanks, Will."
"Buffy?"
Buffy jumped when she heard the sound of her boyfriend's voice outside the door of the room.
"He's been pestering us about what's going on." Angel said. "We said it was your job to explain."
"Not now," Buffy spoke, rising up on shaky legs to peek out of the door. Andy was standing there ringing his hands together nervously. "Can I please talk to you later? I promise I'll explain. Just...not right now." Her voice was pleading and tears were still falling out of her eyes as she looked at her boyfriend.
"I'm just worried." He spoke.
"I know." She responded. "I'll be out later." She closed the door and kneeled back down next to Angel, her hand grabbing Spike's again.
He looked at her curiously, "Who was that?"
She looked about to panic when he asked her that question. How could she tell him she had a new boyfriend? So she said the first thing that came to her mind, "It doesn't matter."
He sighed as she buried her face into his shoulder, and Angel didn't respond with jealousy like one would've thought. Instead, he just looked at them, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Spike," She lifted up her face suddenly, looking into his eyes. "Promise you'll never leave me again."
"Buffy I can't-"
"Just promise. Please?"
"I promise."
TBC....
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