The End and Beginning
Chp. 18
(A.N.: God I can't believe what I just did, I had this chappy half way typed out and hit the wrong button and erased the whole thing.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did this story wouldn't even be on the radar. If I had Spike, I'd be way too busy. The song in this chapter is Perfect One by Lit. I don't own it either. Wish I did though I'd be rich.
"God, Pet I really don't want to do this." Spike complains, opening the door of the lounge, for Buffy and then following her in.
'The guy's a big, green, poofter, and I don't like him.'
"Spike, quit being such a big baby, its not like he's gonna try anything and this is a whole lot better than a series of painful tests, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah!" He exclaims (The way he said it to Riley in 'Into the Woods'. Ick I just mentioned he who shall not ever be mentioned again.)
"Look at it this way Capt. Peroxide, at least we'll all be here to rout you on." Xander chuckles "Oh and laugh and point."
"Oh, god, Pet. Do they really have to be here, it's bad enough that you insist on being here."
"Spike they have the right to be anywhere they want. I can't make them leave if this is where they really want to be."
'Anyway, you're doing it. Even if it embarrasses you, you're gonna do it. You said you'd do it for me." She looks at him pouting and of course he caves in.
"Spike are you ready, to sing your lovely little heart out for me?" Lorne asks as he walks over from talking to the rest of the group and placing a hand on his shoulder. Spike looks at Buffy.
She chuckles at the look and says, "He's just being friendly."
" Not sure, Mate. What do I have to sing?" Spike says smirking; trying to act like this isn't fazing him at all.
"Anything at all, Sweet cakes."
Spike lets the nickname slide, this time.
"There's a list of songs, lying on the stool, on stage. You can go over them and see what you take a liking to. Please no Barry Manilow, though."
"Hey!" Angel shouts. "What's wrong with Manilow?"
"What isn't?" Spike says, rollin' his eyes and raising his scarred eyebrow at Angel.
"Aw! Angel cakes, you know that Manilow's reserved for you." Lorne says, then thinking *To mangle*
"I bloody well will not sing anything of that Poofters. Bloody soddin' worst excuse for music I've ever heard.
Buffy laughs, " Spike, it isn't nice to talk about Angels taste in music."
"Who ever said I was nice, Luv?"
Buffy starts to sing, just to get on his nerves. "Mandy, you came and you."
That's as far as she gets, Spike cuts in
"Pet, if you're gonna sing, please don't sing THAT."
"Why Spikey, don't you like my singing?" "Pet, I love every soddin' thing 'bout you, but you singin' a poofter song I'm not too bloody fond of."
They've been walking towards the stage during the conversation. They're standing in front of it now. Spike climbs up on it and picks up the list of songs, glances over it. There are several on it he wouldn't mind singing, but doesn't see any that really strikes him. He gets toward the bottom of it and there it is, the perfect song. His eyes come to rest in Buffy's and he smiles. She smiles back wondering what the hell's goin' on in his mind.
Lorne notices the looks they give each other and smiles. Thinking to himself *If I didn't know they were in love already. I'd defiantly know now. * He walks away from the rest of the group and approaches the couple.
"Are we ready, then?" He asks, when he gets to them.
"Yeah, Mate, I think we are." Spike says, handing him the piece of paper and pointing out the song he wants.
Lorne looks down at Buffy and smiles a bright smile at her. He turns back to Spike and says, "I think the lady just might like this one."
"I bloody well hope so. "Spike says, fidgeting around.
Buffy notices him fidgeting and smiles, he sees it and smiles back at her.
He turns back to Lorne and asks, " What do I need to do now?"
"Let me get the machine set up and it should cue you into the song. Then you just sing it and I read your aura, to see just what's goin' on with you, Sweetie."
Spike rolls his eyes at the endearment.
Buffy snickers and says, "That sounds easy enough, even for you, Honey." Then turns and walks off to join the rest of the group.
"Where ya goin', Pet?" "To sit down." She says over her shoulder, still walking away.
"Figured you'd want a bloody front row seat for this."
Spike stares at her mesmerized.
She knows what she's doing and he realizes it.
She's swinging her hips back and forth, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. She's trying to calm him down by flirting with him and he's eating it up.
Everyone else is watching her from the front and sees the smile on her face, and the whole awed look on Spikes face.
He can't believe she's actually flirting with him.
Music fills the air and Spike is shaken out of his reverie by it.
"Oh, bloody hell." He whispers as he grabs the microphone from the stand.
As Lorne had said the machine cues him into the song, but he doesn't need it. The reason being that this song reminds him of Buffy more than any other. Why else would he even know this song?
Buffy sits at the first table she comes to and the rest of the group gets up to join her at it, as the music filters through the air.
He starts singing the first line
*** I'm an ordinary man ***
*** With an ordinary life ***
Everyone looks at each other, with the exception of Buffy, who has gotten back up on her feet and is approaching the stage very slowly.
*** Does she know that I'm alive ***
*** Man she's really something else ***
His voice washes over her as their eyes lock on each other's.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thing from you at all ***
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I can't even breathe ***
She walks slowly toward the stage, her eyes still locked on Spike, not paying any attention to anything else. They're ultimately in their own world.
*** You are so unpredictable ***
*** Sometimes I'd like to be that way ***
Buffy still slowly walking, thinks *Okay, that line was not Spike; he's probably the most unpredictable person I've ever known*
*** Your charm, so irresistible ***
*** You are really something else ***
She's about halfway to him, Spikes been watching her and nothing else. He jumps off the edge of the stage. She stops walking and stares at him as he slowly prowls towards her.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thing from you at all ***
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I can't even breathe ***
He walks up to her wrapping an arm around her waist and slowly starts to dance, swaying back and forth with her. She thinks back to a talk they had a few years ago *All we ever do is dance* *** I get weak when she's around ***
*** I can't speak when she's around ***
He thinks *God she's so beautiful, I can't wait to get to that bloody hotel*
*** Yea she turns me upside down ***
*** Man she's really something else ***
Buffy's head is resting on his chest as they dance. She looks up into those ocean blue eyes, which are shining down into her sea green ones. They're stuck in each other. Looking in her eyes, he sings the next lines.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thing from you at all ***
*** You are everything ***
*** That I never knew I've always wanted ***
They are still glued to each other's eyes. He lets go of her. She stands there watching him, as he slowly starts circling her. Touching her where ever he can. He finishes the song.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thin from you at all ***
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I can't even breathe ***
He stops right in front of her, tilting his head to look straight into her eyes and utters the last line.
*** I'm an ordinary man ***
He leans down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, which will leave them both breathless.
Pulling away from each other panting. They put their foreheads together and at exactly the same time they say "I love you" and smiling into it they kiss.
Everyone else is sitting there stunned, mouths hanging open.
Hell they thought they were coming here for a good laugh. They didn't know Spike could actually sing and sing really well at that. Lorne comes out clapping. Which knocks everyone, but Spike and Buffy out of their reverie. Then they start clapping, too. This knocks the couple out of their little world they had built.
Spike looks around at everyone starring and clapping for him. "What?" He shouts.
"Huh, who would've thunk he could actually sing." Xander snarks.
Buffy looks up at him. "That was beautiful, Spike." Grabbing his hand, she smiles at him.
He grins back and says "Thank you, Luv." Kissing the top of her head.
Then she says, "Who knew you actually sing." Still smiling at him.
"Well, Pet. You heard me sing, when the Whelp done the dancin' demon spell a coupl'a years ago."
"I thought that was just the spell, Honey. I wasn't expecting anything like I just heard. Now you can sing for me all the time." She says all perky, like Willow gets.
"I am not" Spike starts to say, but Lorne cuts him off.
"Well, Spikey. He says using Buffy's pet name for him. "I have to agree with the little lady here. I think if you ever want a job you've got one singing for me. If you want, and actually get paid for it. I know talent and baby you've got it comin' out your pores."
"Thanks for the offer Mate, but I'm more inclined to the violent, ripping off of heads, part of this place, not singin' some sappy love songs in a lounge act." Spike says, crossing his arms over his chest, and smirking at the green demon.
'What did you find, am I human, vamp, or what?"
(A.N.: I had to use the stars for the song 'cause for some darned reason the italics wouldn't show up on the site.)
(A.N.: God I can't believe what I just did, I had this chappy half way typed out and hit the wrong button and erased the whole thing.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did this story wouldn't even be on the radar. If I had Spike, I'd be way too busy. The song in this chapter is Perfect One by Lit. I don't own it either. Wish I did though I'd be rich.
"God, Pet I really don't want to do this." Spike complains, opening the door of the lounge, for Buffy and then following her in.
'The guy's a big, green, poofter, and I don't like him.'
"Spike, quit being such a big baby, its not like he's gonna try anything and this is a whole lot better than a series of painful tests, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah!" He exclaims (The way he said it to Riley in 'Into the Woods'. Ick I just mentioned he who shall not ever be mentioned again.)
"Look at it this way Capt. Peroxide, at least we'll all be here to rout you on." Xander chuckles "Oh and laugh and point."
"Oh, god, Pet. Do they really have to be here, it's bad enough that you insist on being here."
"Spike they have the right to be anywhere they want. I can't make them leave if this is where they really want to be."
'Anyway, you're doing it. Even if it embarrasses you, you're gonna do it. You said you'd do it for me." She looks at him pouting and of course he caves in.
"Spike are you ready, to sing your lovely little heart out for me?" Lorne asks as he walks over from talking to the rest of the group and placing a hand on his shoulder. Spike looks at Buffy.
She chuckles at the look and says, "He's just being friendly."
" Not sure, Mate. What do I have to sing?" Spike says smirking; trying to act like this isn't fazing him at all.
"Anything at all, Sweet cakes."
Spike lets the nickname slide, this time.
"There's a list of songs, lying on the stool, on stage. You can go over them and see what you take a liking to. Please no Barry Manilow, though."
"Hey!" Angel shouts. "What's wrong with Manilow?"
"What isn't?" Spike says, rollin' his eyes and raising his scarred eyebrow at Angel.
"Aw! Angel cakes, you know that Manilow's reserved for you." Lorne says, then thinking *To mangle*
"I bloody well will not sing anything of that Poofters. Bloody soddin' worst excuse for music I've ever heard.
Buffy laughs, " Spike, it isn't nice to talk about Angels taste in music."
"Who ever said I was nice, Luv?"
Buffy starts to sing, just to get on his nerves. "Mandy, you came and you."
That's as far as she gets, Spike cuts in
"Pet, if you're gonna sing, please don't sing THAT."
"Why Spikey, don't you like my singing?" "Pet, I love every soddin' thing 'bout you, but you singin' a poofter song I'm not too bloody fond of."
They've been walking towards the stage during the conversation. They're standing in front of it now. Spike climbs up on it and picks up the list of songs, glances over it. There are several on it he wouldn't mind singing, but doesn't see any that really strikes him. He gets toward the bottom of it and there it is, the perfect song. His eyes come to rest in Buffy's and he smiles. She smiles back wondering what the hell's goin' on in his mind.
Lorne notices the looks they give each other and smiles. Thinking to himself *If I didn't know they were in love already. I'd defiantly know now. * He walks away from the rest of the group and approaches the couple.
"Are we ready, then?" He asks, when he gets to them.
"Yeah, Mate, I think we are." Spike says, handing him the piece of paper and pointing out the song he wants.
Lorne looks down at Buffy and smiles a bright smile at her. He turns back to Spike and says, "I think the lady just might like this one."
"I bloody well hope so. "Spike says, fidgeting around.
Buffy notices him fidgeting and smiles, he sees it and smiles back at her.
He turns back to Lorne and asks, " What do I need to do now?"
"Let me get the machine set up and it should cue you into the song. Then you just sing it and I read your aura, to see just what's goin' on with you, Sweetie."
Spike rolls his eyes at the endearment.
Buffy snickers and says, "That sounds easy enough, even for you, Honey." Then turns and walks off to join the rest of the group.
"Where ya goin', Pet?" "To sit down." She says over her shoulder, still walking away.
"Figured you'd want a bloody front row seat for this."
Spike stares at her mesmerized.
She knows what she's doing and he realizes it.
She's swinging her hips back and forth, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. She's trying to calm him down by flirting with him and he's eating it up.
Everyone else is watching her from the front and sees the smile on her face, and the whole awed look on Spikes face.
He can't believe she's actually flirting with him.
Music fills the air and Spike is shaken out of his reverie by it.
"Oh, bloody hell." He whispers as he grabs the microphone from the stand.
As Lorne had said the machine cues him into the song, but he doesn't need it. The reason being that this song reminds him of Buffy more than any other. Why else would he even know this song?
Buffy sits at the first table she comes to and the rest of the group gets up to join her at it, as the music filters through the air.
He starts singing the first line
*** I'm an ordinary man ***
*** With an ordinary life ***
Everyone looks at each other, with the exception of Buffy, who has gotten back up on her feet and is approaching the stage very slowly.
*** Does she know that I'm alive ***
*** Man she's really something else ***
His voice washes over her as their eyes lock on each other's.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thing from you at all ***
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I can't even breathe ***
She walks slowly toward the stage, her eyes still locked on Spike, not paying any attention to anything else. They're ultimately in their own world.
*** You are so unpredictable ***
*** Sometimes I'd like to be that way ***
Buffy still slowly walking, thinks *Okay, that line was not Spike; he's probably the most unpredictable person I've ever known*
*** Your charm, so irresistible ***
*** You are really something else ***
She's about halfway to him, Spikes been watching her and nothing else. He jumps off the edge of the stage. She stops walking and stares at him as he slowly prowls towards her.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thing from you at all ***
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I can't even breathe ***
He walks up to her wrapping an arm around her waist and slowly starts to dance, swaying back and forth with her. She thinks back to a talk they had a few years ago *All we ever do is dance* *** I get weak when she's around ***
*** I can't speak when she's around ***
He thinks *God she's so beautiful, I can't wait to get to that bloody hotel*
*** Yea she turns me upside down ***
*** Man she's really something else ***
Buffy's head is resting on his chest as they dance. She looks up into those ocean blue eyes, which are shining down into her sea green ones. They're stuck in each other. Looking in her eyes, he sings the next lines.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thing from you at all ***
*** You are everything ***
*** That I never knew I've always wanted ***
They are still glued to each other's eyes. He lets go of her. She stands there watching him, as he slowly starts circling her. Touching her where ever he can. He finishes the song.
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I don't expect a thin from you at all ***
*** You're the perfect one ***
*** And I can't even breathe ***
He stops right in front of her, tilting his head to look straight into her eyes and utters the last line.
*** I'm an ordinary man ***
He leans down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, which will leave them both breathless.
Pulling away from each other panting. They put their foreheads together and at exactly the same time they say "I love you" and smiling into it they kiss.
Everyone else is sitting there stunned, mouths hanging open.
Hell they thought they were coming here for a good laugh. They didn't know Spike could actually sing and sing really well at that. Lorne comes out clapping. Which knocks everyone, but Spike and Buffy out of their reverie. Then they start clapping, too. This knocks the couple out of their little world they had built.
Spike looks around at everyone starring and clapping for him. "What?" He shouts.
"Huh, who would've thunk he could actually sing." Xander snarks.
Buffy looks up at him. "That was beautiful, Spike." Grabbing his hand, she smiles at him.
He grins back and says "Thank you, Luv." Kissing the top of her head.
Then she says, "Who knew you actually sing." Still smiling at him.
"Well, Pet. You heard me sing, when the Whelp done the dancin' demon spell a coupl'a years ago."
"I thought that was just the spell, Honey. I wasn't expecting anything like I just heard. Now you can sing for me all the time." She says all perky, like Willow gets.
"I am not" Spike starts to say, but Lorne cuts him off.
"Well, Spikey. He says using Buffy's pet name for him. "I have to agree with the little lady here. I think if you ever want a job you've got one singing for me. If you want, and actually get paid for it. I know talent and baby you've got it comin' out your pores."
"Thanks for the offer Mate, but I'm more inclined to the violent, ripping off of heads, part of this place, not singin' some sappy love songs in a lounge act." Spike says, crossing his arms over his chest, and smirking at the green demon.
'What did you find, am I human, vamp, or what?"
(A.N.: I had to use the stars for the song 'cause for some darned reason the italics wouldn't show up on the site.)