Above Me
What if the scene at the end of 'Beneath You' went differently?
Spoilers for season seven
Spike/Buffy
PG-13 because it's probably on par with the show for angsty stuff.
Please r&r, but no flames.
If you want to use any of my fics on other websites, please do; just let me know at spikerox@yahoo.co.uk
I don't own Buffy or Spike or the show. They are just toys I borrowed from Joss Whedon and have failed to return yet.
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"Spike?" Buffy called into the darkness of the church. "Spike?" Still no answer. She knew he was in here, she'd seen him enter.
Slowly, cautiously, she made her way down the aisle to the front of the church. The moonlight shone through the stain glass window, making eerie patches of light in the otherwise black building.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. He was huddled into a tiny ball at the end of one the pews, arms protecting his head from some unseen danger, muttering things to himself.
"Spike what's happened to you?" She asked sitting down next to him.
"Can't tell, mustn't tell," he answered very quickly, not looking up.
Buffy, very gently, placed her hand on his. To her surprise, Spike grabbed her wrist and pushed it away. His head snapped up and his sad blue eyes bore into hers.
"Don't play, luv," he said, emotion nearly choking him.
"Why are you here, Spike?" she asked softly.
Spike didn't answer, instead he stood and made his way to the large cross at the very front of the church. He stayed there, not moving a muscle for a few minutes before finally speaking.
"What's the point of living when nobody cares if you die?" His gaze was still fixated on the cross.
The sudden realisation of what he'd come here to do hit Buffy. He had come here to kill himself!
"I care," she whispered meekly. He turned round and gave her a pitied look.
"It's not nice to lie," he replied, his eyes becoming watery. She came over to him, slowly.
"I know." She took one of his hands in hers. "That's why I'm not lying anymore."
Spike ripped his hand away and fixed his gaze on his bare feet. "But... I'm beneath you... I'm a monster...I...I..." He lost control and let the tears fall.
"Sssh." Buffy whipped away his tears. "Forget what I said."
Spike chuckled softly. "Idiot!" He cursed himself. "You're not the Slayer, you're...you're..."
"I'm what?" Buffy asked. "I'm me, Spike and I hope you can see that."
Spike backed away a few steps. "Just leave me alone," he pleaded.
Buffy followed his movement. She didn't understand why he was acting so weird all of a sudden. "Spike, what happened to you?"
"Angel didn't say it hurt this much," he replied, still not being able to look at her.
Buffy's jaw dropped. He couldn't, could he? Was it even possible for Spike to get his soul? If so why would he do that?
*For me, of course* she thought. *He really is above me. When I got in trouble and didn't like the world was; I shut down, I completely blocked everyone out and really let myself down. Spike, on the other hand, took the way I treated him and turned it round. He wants to be good and make the world a better place, no matter what it costs him*
"You're soul," she whispered in shock.
"I earned it," he said proudly in a childish tone.
"Spike," Buffy sighed, moving closer to him again. "This is proves that you're not beneath me. You're so far above me, I've lost sight!" She took his hand and this time he didn't pull away. "You have a second chance, a clean slate-"
"I lost my chalk though," he interrupted.
A tiny smile crept up across Buffy's face. "You can borrow mine."
She led him out of the church and back home to her house. She needed him their almost as much as he needed her.
The End
What if the scene at the end of 'Beneath You' went differently?
Spoilers for season seven
Spike/Buffy
PG-13 because it's probably on par with the show for angsty stuff.
Please r&r, but no flames.
If you want to use any of my fics on other websites, please do; just let me know at spikerox@yahoo.co.uk
I don't own Buffy or Spike or the show. They are just toys I borrowed from Joss Whedon and have failed to return yet.
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"Spike?" Buffy called into the darkness of the church. "Spike?" Still no answer. She knew he was in here, she'd seen him enter.
Slowly, cautiously, she made her way down the aisle to the front of the church. The moonlight shone through the stain glass window, making eerie patches of light in the otherwise black building.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. He was huddled into a tiny ball at the end of one the pews, arms protecting his head from some unseen danger, muttering things to himself.
"Spike what's happened to you?" She asked sitting down next to him.
"Can't tell, mustn't tell," he answered very quickly, not looking up.
Buffy, very gently, placed her hand on his. To her surprise, Spike grabbed her wrist and pushed it away. His head snapped up and his sad blue eyes bore into hers.
"Don't play, luv," he said, emotion nearly choking him.
"Why are you here, Spike?" she asked softly.
Spike didn't answer, instead he stood and made his way to the large cross at the very front of the church. He stayed there, not moving a muscle for a few minutes before finally speaking.
"What's the point of living when nobody cares if you die?" His gaze was still fixated on the cross.
The sudden realisation of what he'd come here to do hit Buffy. He had come here to kill himself!
"I care," she whispered meekly. He turned round and gave her a pitied look.
"It's not nice to lie," he replied, his eyes becoming watery. She came over to him, slowly.
"I know." She took one of his hands in hers. "That's why I'm not lying anymore."
Spike ripped his hand away and fixed his gaze on his bare feet. "But... I'm beneath you... I'm a monster...I...I..." He lost control and let the tears fall.
"Sssh." Buffy whipped away his tears. "Forget what I said."
Spike chuckled softly. "Idiot!" He cursed himself. "You're not the Slayer, you're...you're..."
"I'm what?" Buffy asked. "I'm me, Spike and I hope you can see that."
Spike backed away a few steps. "Just leave me alone," he pleaded.
Buffy followed his movement. She didn't understand why he was acting so weird all of a sudden. "Spike, what happened to you?"
"Angel didn't say it hurt this much," he replied, still not being able to look at her.
Buffy's jaw dropped. He couldn't, could he? Was it even possible for Spike to get his soul? If so why would he do that?
*For me, of course* she thought. *He really is above me. When I got in trouble and didn't like the world was; I shut down, I completely blocked everyone out and really let myself down. Spike, on the other hand, took the way I treated him and turned it round. He wants to be good and make the world a better place, no matter what it costs him*
"You're soul," she whispered in shock.
"I earned it," he said proudly in a childish tone.
"Spike," Buffy sighed, moving closer to him again. "This is proves that you're not beneath me. You're so far above me, I've lost sight!" She took his hand and this time he didn't pull away. "You have a second chance, a clean slate-"
"I lost my chalk though," he interrupted.
A tiny smile crept up across Buffy's face. "You can borrow mine."
She led him out of the church and back home to her house. She needed him their almost as much as he needed her.
The End