Falling
Author's note: I don't watch "Angel", but since Spike is going to be there as a ghost if anything I say goes against what they say in "Angel" please tell me.
Buffy was very quiet and moody at breakfast the next day. She poked at her eggs and bacon, hardly noticing what was in her plate.
Willow put an arm around Buffy's shoulder. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Bad night," Buffy replied, to hide what she was really feeling.
This was the part where Xander should have cracked a joke, but he also seemed too absorbed into his own world to even notice that a conversation was going on.
Buffy looked around the table. Their party seemed incredibly small without Anya and Spike. Anya, whose innocence about life never failed to amaze her. Anya, who was always eager to help but would never put herself in danger. Anya, who was never a best friend but always stable and constantly there.
And Spike. Spike, who was once their enemy. Spike, who had loved her so dearly. Spike, who had gone and gotten his soul back for her. Spike, who died saving the world.
The truth was, Buffy hadn't been able to sleep since her late-night visit from Spike. She had spent the rest of the night thinking and she honestly had no idea what to do. She had hoped that Spike was a dream, or an illusion, but that would mean that she was totally loosing it. If Spike was real.well, there'd be even bigger problems.
Half way through breakfast, Buffy realized that she had been sitting there for the whole time, not having the stomach to eat anything. She excused herself and rushed back into her room, ignoring her friends' worried looks.
She plopped back onto her bed and stared out of the window. The sky has changed to match her mood-the sun was no longer visible and a light rain had began to fall. Buffy's vision was fuzzing over when she saw something outside the window that shouldn't be there. She blinked, and the image was gone. Buffy decided that it was just a trick of light, looked up again, and jumped off the bed.
"Spike?!?!?" She practically shouted, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me." Though a ghost, or whatever he was, Spike's wry humor had stayed with him.
"I am happy to see you." Buffy told him, and it was the truth. Although she was doubting the existence of what was outside her window, and doubting her sanity, and doubting in general, Buffy was honestly glad to see the same platinum hair and sharp eyes again.
Unable to find something to say, Buffy said the first thing that came to her mind. "What are you?" she asked, quite bluntly.
"A ghost," Spike sighed. "A shadow of what used to be."
"But.why?" Buffy asked.
"I don't know," Spike replied, "But does it really matter?"
"No," Buffy decided, "all that matters is that you're right here, right now, and you're not going away."
"Buffy?" Spike said, amazed, "Are you sure you're alright? That was totally not like you."
"No," Buffy burst out, "My home was completely destroyed. I lost two of my best friends. I've lost more things I hold dear than you can imagine. Xander is faring worse than I am. Some of the potentials have been killed. I won't be alright for years." To her frustration, she felt tears roll down her cheeks in a totally un-Buffy behavior.
"Wow," Spike looked taken aback, "Buffy. you're crying. I never thought I'd see the day when THE Buffy cried. Although. You don't always have to be so brave." Sometime during their conversation, Spike had let himself in and was now standing in the room.
"One of us have to be brave," she insisted, and threw herself into Spike's arms. Tried to, anyway. She simply went right through him and crashed into the closet.
"Oops," Buffy rubbed her sore arms, "I forgot."
"So easy to," Spike grumbled. He let himself out, "I'll be seeing you around."
Buffy watched him go. When she turned around again, she was surprised to find that her heart was beating rapidly. Spike didn't excite her like that.did he? She shook her head at the thought that she would fall in love with Spike again. It was a pretty slim possibility.
"Buffy?" A knock at the door brought her back to her senses. Opening it, she found Willow outside. "Kennedy and I are going shopping. Wanna come?"
"Why not?" Buffy smiled, "just let me get ready." Within seconds, Buffy was ready to go. She grinned hugely as she stepped out of the door. She was so happy to just leave things behind and do something normal-as normal as it will get, anyway.
Author's note: I don't watch "Angel", but since Spike is going to be there as a ghost if anything I say goes against what they say in "Angel" please tell me.
Buffy was very quiet and moody at breakfast the next day. She poked at her eggs and bacon, hardly noticing what was in her plate.
Willow put an arm around Buffy's shoulder. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Bad night," Buffy replied, to hide what she was really feeling.
This was the part where Xander should have cracked a joke, but he also seemed too absorbed into his own world to even notice that a conversation was going on.
Buffy looked around the table. Their party seemed incredibly small without Anya and Spike. Anya, whose innocence about life never failed to amaze her. Anya, who was always eager to help but would never put herself in danger. Anya, who was never a best friend but always stable and constantly there.
And Spike. Spike, who was once their enemy. Spike, who had loved her so dearly. Spike, who had gone and gotten his soul back for her. Spike, who died saving the world.
The truth was, Buffy hadn't been able to sleep since her late-night visit from Spike. She had spent the rest of the night thinking and she honestly had no idea what to do. She had hoped that Spike was a dream, or an illusion, but that would mean that she was totally loosing it. If Spike was real.well, there'd be even bigger problems.
Half way through breakfast, Buffy realized that she had been sitting there for the whole time, not having the stomach to eat anything. She excused herself and rushed back into her room, ignoring her friends' worried looks.
She plopped back onto her bed and stared out of the window. The sky has changed to match her mood-the sun was no longer visible and a light rain had began to fall. Buffy's vision was fuzzing over when she saw something outside the window that shouldn't be there. She blinked, and the image was gone. Buffy decided that it was just a trick of light, looked up again, and jumped off the bed.
"Spike?!?!?" She practically shouted, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me." Though a ghost, or whatever he was, Spike's wry humor had stayed with him.
"I am happy to see you." Buffy told him, and it was the truth. Although she was doubting the existence of what was outside her window, and doubting her sanity, and doubting in general, Buffy was honestly glad to see the same platinum hair and sharp eyes again.
Unable to find something to say, Buffy said the first thing that came to her mind. "What are you?" she asked, quite bluntly.
"A ghost," Spike sighed. "A shadow of what used to be."
"But.why?" Buffy asked.
"I don't know," Spike replied, "But does it really matter?"
"No," Buffy decided, "all that matters is that you're right here, right now, and you're not going away."
"Buffy?" Spike said, amazed, "Are you sure you're alright? That was totally not like you."
"No," Buffy burst out, "My home was completely destroyed. I lost two of my best friends. I've lost more things I hold dear than you can imagine. Xander is faring worse than I am. Some of the potentials have been killed. I won't be alright for years." To her frustration, she felt tears roll down her cheeks in a totally un-Buffy behavior.
"Wow," Spike looked taken aback, "Buffy. you're crying. I never thought I'd see the day when THE Buffy cried. Although. You don't always have to be so brave." Sometime during their conversation, Spike had let himself in and was now standing in the room.
"One of us have to be brave," she insisted, and threw herself into Spike's arms. Tried to, anyway. She simply went right through him and crashed into the closet.
"Oops," Buffy rubbed her sore arms, "I forgot."
"So easy to," Spike grumbled. He let himself out, "I'll be seeing you around."
Buffy watched him go. When she turned around again, she was surprised to find that her heart was beating rapidly. Spike didn't excite her like that.did he? She shook her head at the thought that she would fall in love with Spike again. It was a pretty slim possibility.
"Buffy?" A knock at the door brought her back to her senses. Opening it, she found Willow outside. "Kennedy and I are going shopping. Wanna come?"
"Why not?" Buffy smiled, "just let me get ready." Within seconds, Buffy was ready to go. She grinned hugely as she stepped out of the door. She was so happy to just leave things behind and do something normal-as normal as it will get, anyway.