Title: Secret
Summary: AU. Buffy and Spike have been friends since 'Becoming', and she has a secret.
Author's notes: Songficlet. "Friends Forever" by Thunderbugs. Season four. No real spoilers.
Rating: PG
"Feedback makes the world go 'round!"
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I climb up the familiar tree beside my friend's home. I hate doing this, but it isn't exactaly something that I can let pass by.
*I know that he's been hurting you*
The demon marrs my features as I look on. The bastard should at least have the soddin' decency to leave her alone in her house. Sometimes I wonder it that's the reason I was given the chip, but the chip came before this.
*I've known for a while*
He walks down the street and I know it's safe to go in. So I do. She looks up from crying.
"Spike," she states simply.
I rush to her, and as I do I catch the wiff of two men along with her strong slayer scent.
*And now you've found love in someone new*
When she hugs me, she doesn't cry. She never does. Shows how strong she is. Yet I wonder why she doesn't kick the bloody tin soldier's arse, considering her other great strength.
I would if I could.
*I can see it in your smile*
I pull the little makeup kit from my duster. I stole it from some TV studio for her. It's a perfect concealer. I lightly use some of it to make her eye seem alot less abused and so the Scoobies won't know. It's a good thing she isn't crying, or her tears would wash most of this crap away.
*I swear your secret's safe with me*
When I'm finished, I put the kit away and lean back on her bed while she curls up on/next to me. I love her warmth. I hope the other loves it too.
We stay like this for a while, and I notice I'm breathing in time to her, like I always catch myself doing when this happens.
*Won't tell nobody what I've seen*
She's fallen asleep. Aren't I a bloody white knight, for a slayer to feel safe enough to fall asleep on me and not chop her head off?
It's almost sunrise. I slip from her and find an old blanket on her desk chair to cover her with. I hear a soft moan.
"Cory..."
I smile. I hope the other treats her well enough to make up for farm boy's... mean streak.
*What you need is perfect trust in me*
I give Nibblet a little checking up on to find she's safe in her bed, as is Joyce. I slip out of Buffy's window, closing it behind me. Cast a glance to her sleeping form, and climb back down the tree.
I have to hurry if I want to get the cyanide from that demon.
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Summary: AU. Buffy and Spike have been friends since 'Becoming', and she has a secret.
Author's notes: Songficlet. "Friends Forever" by Thunderbugs. Season four. No real spoilers.
Rating: PG
"Feedback makes the world go 'round!"
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I climb up the familiar tree beside my friend's home. I hate doing this, but it isn't exactaly something that I can let pass by.
*I know that he's been hurting you*
The demon marrs my features as I look on. The bastard should at least have the soddin' decency to leave her alone in her house. Sometimes I wonder it that's the reason I was given the chip, but the chip came before this.
*I've known for a while*
He walks down the street and I know it's safe to go in. So I do. She looks up from crying.
"Spike," she states simply.
I rush to her, and as I do I catch the wiff of two men along with her strong slayer scent.
*And now you've found love in someone new*
When she hugs me, she doesn't cry. She never does. Shows how strong she is. Yet I wonder why she doesn't kick the bloody tin soldier's arse, considering her other great strength.
I would if I could.
*I can see it in your smile*
I pull the little makeup kit from my duster. I stole it from some TV studio for her. It's a perfect concealer. I lightly use some of it to make her eye seem alot less abused and so the Scoobies won't know. It's a good thing she isn't crying, or her tears would wash most of this crap away.
*I swear your secret's safe with me*
When I'm finished, I put the kit away and lean back on her bed while she curls up on/next to me. I love her warmth. I hope the other loves it too.
We stay like this for a while, and I notice I'm breathing in time to her, like I always catch myself doing when this happens.
*Won't tell nobody what I've seen*
She's fallen asleep. Aren't I a bloody white knight, for a slayer to feel safe enough to fall asleep on me and not chop her head off?
It's almost sunrise. I slip from her and find an old blanket on her desk chair to cover her with. I hear a soft moan.
"Cory..."
I smile. I hope the other treats her well enough to make up for farm boy's... mean streak.
*What you need is perfect trust in me*
I give Nibblet a little checking up on to find she's safe in her bed, as is Joyce. I slip out of Buffy's window, closing it behind me. Cast a glance to her sleeping form, and climb back down the tree.
I have to hurry if I want to get the cyanide from that demon.
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