Immortal
Sequel to Holidays. You don't have to read it to understand but it give's the background. Set a few months after the couple return from Florida.
B/S Fluff
Buffy is a bit OOC.
After some insulting reviews I have decided to say here that I am only 14 so my writing is not as good as some adults, grammar is my weak point.
If you want to use any of my fanfics on other websites please do just email me at spikerox@yahoo.co.uk to let me know.
I don't own any of the characters except Thea; she's all mine. Oh, and some of the kids in the later chapters. You know which ones are mine, they're the ones not in the show.
Some of the translation's in the later chapters may not be perfect as I have had to translate most of it from friends doing GCSE in that language and dictionaries.
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Spike sighed heavily and climbed in through Buffy's open window. She had stomped off to stay the night at her Mom's after the fight.
"Look pet, I'm sorry." He grovelled. Buffy stayed still, lying on her bed, back to him. They had had a big fight about Spike calling Xander 'whelp'. It had all, well mostly, been his fault.
"I'm really sorry, I'll try to call him, W- Xander from now on. See, I said it." Buffy stayed still. "Aren't you gonna say anything?" He almost yelled, pacing back a forth in front of the window. "Pet, there's not much more I can say but I'm sorry!" His was losing his temper with her. "Fine be like that!"
He started to climb back out of the window when he heard a small whimper. He doubled back and knelt by her face beside the bed.
"What's up pet?" He asked, the anger melting away from his body. He could never say mad at her for long.
"Cold." She murmured weakly after a while. "So cold.want to be warm." Spike felt her forehead.
"Jeez Buffy, you're nearly as cold as me. And it's a heat wave outside." Then he realised the obvious. "You're sick! I'll go get your Mum."
He jumped up and ran out into the hallway, something was very wrong. "JOYCE!" He yelled as loud as he could, knocking on her bedroom door; luckily, Dawn was staying with her Dad for the weekend so he didn't need to worry about waking her up. A few seconds later Joyce opened the door.
"What is it Spike?" She said sleepily. She blinked a few times as if just realising whom was standing there.
"Buffy, I think she's really sick," he said, panic clear in his voice.
Joyce nodded and ran down the hallway as fast as she could, Spike walking behind her. She sat down next to her oldest daughter on the bed.
"Buffy, what's wrong?"
"Cold." Buffy whispered. Joyce lent over and touched her daughter's cheek. As she did this Buffy cried out in pain. Joyce immediately pulled her hand away revealing a red-hot patch.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry Buffy!" Joyce bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying; she had hurt her baby. "I need to phone an ambulance!"
"No," Spike said solemnly from the doorway.
"She needs medical attention!" Joyce yelled.
"This isn't medical!" Spike said in the same flat tone. "It's magical, someone did this to her." He sat down next to Buffy and took her hands in his, he checked up and down her arms.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking to see if this was a curse, there could be a black mark on her arms if it was simple curse anyway."
"How come you can touch my baby and I can't" Joyce sobbed, tears started to fall down her cheeks.
"I have no body temperature." Spike guessed. "It could be to do with the intense heat against intense cold, like ice burning in air."
"Willow.Giles." Buffy whispered.
"I'll go phone them," Spike said standing up.
"No, I'll go." Joyce said disappearing downstairs. She didn't want to stay there, looking at that horrid red mark she'd made on her daughter's face.
Spike shifted so her head rest on his lap and started stroking her hair. "You're gonna be fine Pet. Your friends are gonna work out what's wrong with you and make you all better again."
Buffy whimpered and fell asleep in his arms.
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"She's in her room," Spike heard Joyce say from downstairs. The sound of thudding up the stairs echoed to the bedroom. The door swung open and Willow, Xander and Giles poured into the room.
Buffy was still sleeping softly and didn't notice her friends entering. He mouthed at them to be quiet, she needed her sleep to get better again.
"Oh God, Buffy!" Willow yelled. Nobody else had noticed that the rise and fall of the slayer's chest had stopped. She sank to her knees by the bed. "Buffy! Not again, please not again!"
Willow shock her best friends shoulders desperately, not wanting to believe that she had yet again died. Spike just stared at the sleeping slayer in amazement. There was no way that she could be dead, he would have noticed; wouldn't he? if her heartbeat had suddenly died down? If the only sound in the room, her breathing, just stopped. He wasn't that unobservant. Was he?
"Buff!" Xander yelled, finally realising what had happened. "No, not again!" He joined Willow by the bed, both crying, hugging her limp body like a rag doll.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open.
"Hi guys" She said sleepily, not realising what her friend thought. Willow stared up into her friend's half-opened eyes. "What's the matter with you lot? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Nobody could say anything. They just stared at the confused slayer in awe. Willow gently placed one of her fingers on her friend's neck, looking for a pulse. She held it there for at least a minute. The others in the room stood in silence, barely breathing; waiting for the outcome.
"Buffy, you.you.you're." Willow couldn't bring herself to say it. Xander placed his fingers in replace of Willow's.
"Oh boy." He sighed heavily, running his fingered through his long, shaggy hair.
"What?" Buffy asked, she had the right to know what was wrong.
"You don't have a pulse, Buffy," Willow said through tears. "You're dead."
Sequel to Holidays. You don't have to read it to understand but it give's the background. Set a few months after the couple return from Florida.
B/S Fluff
Buffy is a bit OOC.
After some insulting reviews I have decided to say here that I am only 14 so my writing is not as good as some adults, grammar is my weak point.
If you want to use any of my fanfics on other websites please do just email me at spikerox@yahoo.co.uk to let me know.
I don't own any of the characters except Thea; she's all mine. Oh, and some of the kids in the later chapters. You know which ones are mine, they're the ones not in the show.
Some of the translation's in the later chapters may not be perfect as I have had to translate most of it from friends doing GCSE in that language and dictionaries.
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Spike sighed heavily and climbed in through Buffy's open window. She had stomped off to stay the night at her Mom's after the fight.
"Look pet, I'm sorry." He grovelled. Buffy stayed still, lying on her bed, back to him. They had had a big fight about Spike calling Xander 'whelp'. It had all, well mostly, been his fault.
"I'm really sorry, I'll try to call him, W- Xander from now on. See, I said it." Buffy stayed still. "Aren't you gonna say anything?" He almost yelled, pacing back a forth in front of the window. "Pet, there's not much more I can say but I'm sorry!" His was losing his temper with her. "Fine be like that!"
He started to climb back out of the window when he heard a small whimper. He doubled back and knelt by her face beside the bed.
"What's up pet?" He asked, the anger melting away from his body. He could never say mad at her for long.
"Cold." She murmured weakly after a while. "So cold.want to be warm." Spike felt her forehead.
"Jeez Buffy, you're nearly as cold as me. And it's a heat wave outside." Then he realised the obvious. "You're sick! I'll go get your Mum."
He jumped up and ran out into the hallway, something was very wrong. "JOYCE!" He yelled as loud as he could, knocking on her bedroom door; luckily, Dawn was staying with her Dad for the weekend so he didn't need to worry about waking her up. A few seconds later Joyce opened the door.
"What is it Spike?" She said sleepily. She blinked a few times as if just realising whom was standing there.
"Buffy, I think she's really sick," he said, panic clear in his voice.
Joyce nodded and ran down the hallway as fast as she could, Spike walking behind her. She sat down next to her oldest daughter on the bed.
"Buffy, what's wrong?"
"Cold." Buffy whispered. Joyce lent over and touched her daughter's cheek. As she did this Buffy cried out in pain. Joyce immediately pulled her hand away revealing a red-hot patch.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry Buffy!" Joyce bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying; she had hurt her baby. "I need to phone an ambulance!"
"No," Spike said solemnly from the doorway.
"She needs medical attention!" Joyce yelled.
"This isn't medical!" Spike said in the same flat tone. "It's magical, someone did this to her." He sat down next to Buffy and took her hands in his, he checked up and down her arms.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking to see if this was a curse, there could be a black mark on her arms if it was simple curse anyway."
"How come you can touch my baby and I can't" Joyce sobbed, tears started to fall down her cheeks.
"I have no body temperature." Spike guessed. "It could be to do with the intense heat against intense cold, like ice burning in air."
"Willow.Giles." Buffy whispered.
"I'll go phone them," Spike said standing up.
"No, I'll go." Joyce said disappearing downstairs. She didn't want to stay there, looking at that horrid red mark she'd made on her daughter's face.
Spike shifted so her head rest on his lap and started stroking her hair. "You're gonna be fine Pet. Your friends are gonna work out what's wrong with you and make you all better again."
Buffy whimpered and fell asleep in his arms.
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"She's in her room," Spike heard Joyce say from downstairs. The sound of thudding up the stairs echoed to the bedroom. The door swung open and Willow, Xander and Giles poured into the room.
Buffy was still sleeping softly and didn't notice her friends entering. He mouthed at them to be quiet, she needed her sleep to get better again.
"Oh God, Buffy!" Willow yelled. Nobody else had noticed that the rise and fall of the slayer's chest had stopped. She sank to her knees by the bed. "Buffy! Not again, please not again!"
Willow shock her best friends shoulders desperately, not wanting to believe that she had yet again died. Spike just stared at the sleeping slayer in amazement. There was no way that she could be dead, he would have noticed; wouldn't he? if her heartbeat had suddenly died down? If the only sound in the room, her breathing, just stopped. He wasn't that unobservant. Was he?
"Buff!" Xander yelled, finally realising what had happened. "No, not again!" He joined Willow by the bed, both crying, hugging her limp body like a rag doll.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open.
"Hi guys" She said sleepily, not realising what her friend thought. Willow stared up into her friend's half-opened eyes. "What's the matter with you lot? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Nobody could say anything. They just stared at the confused slayer in awe. Willow gently placed one of her fingers on her friend's neck, looking for a pulse. She held it there for at least a minute. The others in the room stood in silence, barely breathing; waiting for the outcome.
"Buffy, you.you.you're." Willow couldn't bring herself to say it. Xander placed his fingers in replace of Willow's.
"Oh boy." He sighed heavily, running his fingered through his long, shaggy hair.
"What?" Buffy asked, she had the right to know what was wrong.
"You don't have a pulse, Buffy," Willow said through tears. "You're dead."