Putting the Pieces Back
Authors Note: I am sorry it has taken me so long to update. I just had to finish my other story before the show ended. And since then it has been hard for me to write.
But I finally got a chapter done! Feedback would be really great. ^_^
Thanks for betaing my story Jessica.
Change
I hear the car come up the driveway.
I'm nervous. Very nervous.
I don't want to mess this up… although I know I can.
Could do some little thing and ruin all of Buffy's plans.
One word and I could send him running,
But I don't want that to happen.
He needs help just as much as I do.
And I miss having him around.
Buffy knows what to do. Whatever she does is going to make it better.
I still don't understand how I can help but I am willing to give it a shot.
Knowing how she felt last year and connecting with her was what I needed.
Things don't seem so horrible anymore. I feel better.
Not so lost.
I'm not alone.
Maybe she was right and I will get better.
Maybe even he can get better.
They have been out there for a long time… Aren't they coming in?
I peek out the window and see Buffy at the passenger side window,
Talking, coaxing, Spike out of the car.
The car door opens and I move back to my seat on the couch.
I need to calm down. Spike will sense if I am scared, or worried, or angry…
He picks up on things too much. It gets annoying.
Sure, sometimes he just leaves me be but other times he tries to get it out of me.
I end up telling him, of course.
But, you know, maybe it isn't annoying…
Usually he'd be the only one who knew something was wrong.
Everyone else was blind to my pain.
Or too wrapped up in their own to notice.
The front door opens and Buffy steps through followed by Spike.
He's carrying a bunch of clothes and looking at the floor.
"Hey, Dawn?" she calls.
"I'm out here." I answer.
She smiles, gently takes Spike by his upper arm and leads him to the living room.
"Hey." I start.
He shifts uncomfortably.
"Hey…"
He looks just like he did when he found me, dirty and tired.
Except now he is scared. Of her? Of himself?
Scared of change?
Because everything will change. But this time, for the better.
"Want to sit down?" I easily ask.
Buffy lets him go and he looks at both of us, at his clothes and then the couch.
He moves to sit down when Buffy stops him, "I'll take those." She smiles at him.
"Uh… ok." He hands her the pile and continues to stand.
"You can sit, Spike. I'll be right back."
And she is out of here and up the stairs before he moves again.
The nervous feeling is gone. I'm left with sadness.
He's as lost as I am.
I take his hand, which makes him flinch,
I let go.
"Sorry." I quietly say. And move back into the cushions.
"It's all right." He shrugs it off. And sits at the opposite end of the couch.
The silence is painful.
He won't say anything.
I don't know what to say.
Maybe something simple, "Spike."
He was seriously examining the threads in the couch arm when he suddenly looks at me.
"What?" He replies like he's in his own little world.
I turn in my seat so I sit cross-legged with my back to the front door, facing him.
"Thanks."
He looks stunned and doesn't understand what I mean.
He used to know. I wouldn't have to explain things when I talked with him.
That's changed as well I guess.
Unfortunately, that makes it harder…
"For helping me." I went to him for a reason.
Just like he is here, with us, for a reason.
He gives me a small smile and let's the stiff posture go, slumping into the cushions.
The silence is fine now. I don't mind. He doesn't have to say anything.
I look up from watching him and see Buffy sitting on the stairs. Observing us.
She gives me a shy smile and rises.
"Well, let's show Spike his room."
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Please review.
Authors Note: I am sorry it has taken me so long to update. I just had to finish my other story before the show ended. And since then it has been hard for me to write.
But I finally got a chapter done! Feedback would be really great. ^_^
Thanks for betaing my story Jessica.
Change
I hear the car come up the driveway.
I'm nervous. Very nervous.
I don't want to mess this up… although I know I can.
Could do some little thing and ruin all of Buffy's plans.
One word and I could send him running,
But I don't want that to happen.
He needs help just as much as I do.
And I miss having him around.
Buffy knows what to do. Whatever she does is going to make it better.
I still don't understand how I can help but I am willing to give it a shot.
Knowing how she felt last year and connecting with her was what I needed.
Things don't seem so horrible anymore. I feel better.
Not so lost.
I'm not alone.
Maybe she was right and I will get better.
Maybe even he can get better.
They have been out there for a long time… Aren't they coming in?
I peek out the window and see Buffy at the passenger side window,
Talking, coaxing, Spike out of the car.
The car door opens and I move back to my seat on the couch.
I need to calm down. Spike will sense if I am scared, or worried, or angry…
He picks up on things too much. It gets annoying.
Sure, sometimes he just leaves me be but other times he tries to get it out of me.
I end up telling him, of course.
But, you know, maybe it isn't annoying…
Usually he'd be the only one who knew something was wrong.
Everyone else was blind to my pain.
Or too wrapped up in their own to notice.
The front door opens and Buffy steps through followed by Spike.
He's carrying a bunch of clothes and looking at the floor.
"Hey, Dawn?" she calls.
"I'm out here." I answer.
She smiles, gently takes Spike by his upper arm and leads him to the living room.
"Hey." I start.
He shifts uncomfortably.
"Hey…"
He looks just like he did when he found me, dirty and tired.
Except now he is scared. Of her? Of himself?
Scared of change?
Because everything will change. But this time, for the better.
"Want to sit down?" I easily ask.
Buffy lets him go and he looks at both of us, at his clothes and then the couch.
He moves to sit down when Buffy stops him, "I'll take those." She smiles at him.
"Uh… ok." He hands her the pile and continues to stand.
"You can sit, Spike. I'll be right back."
And she is out of here and up the stairs before he moves again.
The nervous feeling is gone. I'm left with sadness.
He's as lost as I am.
I take his hand, which makes him flinch,
I let go.
"Sorry." I quietly say. And move back into the cushions.
"It's all right." He shrugs it off. And sits at the opposite end of the couch.
The silence is painful.
He won't say anything.
I don't know what to say.
Maybe something simple, "Spike."
He was seriously examining the threads in the couch arm when he suddenly looks at me.
"What?" He replies like he's in his own little world.
I turn in my seat so I sit cross-legged with my back to the front door, facing him.
"Thanks."
He looks stunned and doesn't understand what I mean.
He used to know. I wouldn't have to explain things when I talked with him.
That's changed as well I guess.
Unfortunately, that makes it harder…
"For helping me." I went to him for a reason.
Just like he is here, with us, for a reason.
He gives me a small smile and let's the stiff posture go, slumping into the cushions.
The silence is fine now. I don't mind. He doesn't have to say anything.
I look up from watching him and see Buffy sitting on the stairs. Observing us.
She gives me a shy smile and rises.
"Well, let's show Spike his room."
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