Never let go
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, yada ya, criptical crap, don't sue me, you know the drill.
This is by Lan, hope you enjoy.
This is a sequel to the Buffy show finale. Spike/Buffy fan fiction.
The actual story starts here.
Buffy stared out of the window as the car sped past the ruins of Sunnydale. The city whooshed past the tiny car window as Buffy felt a tear run down her cheek. She wasn't even too sure why she was crying. She was happy- really, she was. But why did happiness have to come at the price of loosing so many people she love?
She felt Xander squeeze her hand. She squeezed his back, knowing that he needed reassurance as much, if not more than, she did. "Xander."she whispered, just for the sake of doing something, a reminder of things that were still real and needed for her to treasure.
"I know," he hugged her tightly, "I know."
"What are we going to do?" She asked, "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere safe," he replied, "somewhere where we can attempt to rebuild our lives."
Buffy looked back at Sunnydale. For a few years she was actually convinced. She was living in a dream, and actually convinced that Sunnydale was a safe home, and that she was safe, and might actually have a life. But now she learnt that there is a price to everything, and that basically nowhere is safe. She was brave for her friends, but deep down there was an empty hole where Spiky, Anya and the better Sunnydale used to be. A hole that was never going to go away. She mused over her life. Good thing-she finds an actual life in Sunnydale. Bad thing-It's a hellmouth. Good thing-They destroy the hellmouth. Bad thing-Half the people died.
That night, as she was settling herself for the night, she looked out of her window. "Spike." she whispered, "I miss you so much."
"I miss you too Buffy." Came a reply. Buffy yelped, and jerked up.
"Help." Spike was floating out of her window, looking as real as if he was alive.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, yada ya, criptical crap, don't sue me, you know the drill.
This is by Lan, hope you enjoy.
This is a sequel to the Buffy show finale. Spike/Buffy fan fiction.
The actual story starts here.
Buffy stared out of the window as the car sped past the ruins of Sunnydale. The city whooshed past the tiny car window as Buffy felt a tear run down her cheek. She wasn't even too sure why she was crying. She was happy- really, she was. But why did happiness have to come at the price of loosing so many people she love?
She felt Xander squeeze her hand. She squeezed his back, knowing that he needed reassurance as much, if not more than, she did. "Xander."she whispered, just for the sake of doing something, a reminder of things that were still real and needed for her to treasure.
"I know," he hugged her tightly, "I know."
"What are we going to do?" She asked, "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere safe," he replied, "somewhere where we can attempt to rebuild our lives."
Buffy looked back at Sunnydale. For a few years she was actually convinced. She was living in a dream, and actually convinced that Sunnydale was a safe home, and that she was safe, and might actually have a life. But now she learnt that there is a price to everything, and that basically nowhere is safe. She was brave for her friends, but deep down there was an empty hole where Spiky, Anya and the better Sunnydale used to be. A hole that was never going to go away. She mused over her life. Good thing-she finds an actual life in Sunnydale. Bad thing-It's a hellmouth. Good thing-They destroy the hellmouth. Bad thing-Half the people died.
That night, as she was settling herself for the night, she looked out of her window. "Spike." she whispered, "I miss you so much."
"I miss you too Buffy." Came a reply. Buffy yelped, and jerked up.
"Help." Spike was floating out of her window, looking as real as if he was alive.