A/N: Hi! I haven't been getting any reviews.
*sniffles* at least for this story. Makes me want to
cry. *cries* Anywhos, heres the next loooong chapter!
PLZ PLZ a million times, R&R! Cuz you all rawk my sox!
Disclaimer: *sigh* Duh, I don't own. Never have, never
will. Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own. Its a twisted,
sad world. *sniffles*
Spike threw the demon against the tree angerily. He was just letting off some steam before he actually
dusted the git.
Slayer wanted to help him? Please. She was the one who
always was "the loner" the almight Chosen One. Sure the whole Demon thing was kinda out of hand but it
would take awhile before he went crawling back to her.
He was tired of being her rag doll, her ping pong ball
that she hit back and forth over and over. A large burley demon suddenly appeared behind the now dusted
vampire, a sword in one hand and a knife in the other.
"Oh great." He muttered as the beast launched himself at him.
Spike easily ducked the on coming blow, punching the demon hard in the face and abdomen. "Done yet?" He asked, kicking the demon down. He hopped back up.
"Guess not. Don't really matter to me." He said, with an air of distain.
No way he would go to the Slayer. He would have to be mortally wounded to even consider it. Suddenly, just as he thought the demon was down, he reached into its boot and pulled out a small dagger and threw it at Spike. Spike stood there for a moment awstruck. The knife hit him between the ribs and scratched between
them as he threw it out and killed the demon with his own weapon. He felt dizzy as he walked back, blood
pouring out of his open wound. Pulling open his door he collasped on the couch, holding his stomach. This seemed like a good time for Buffy... No way, he had
pride and all that. Beside the sun was going to come up in 30 minutes, and wounded as he was, he wasn't
going to risk it. He finally passed out. The unconsiousness overwhelmed him.
***
He smelt her before he saw her; the blood rushing
through her veins and the scent of the shampoo that
still lingered in her hair. Buffy. He just lay there, waiting for her burst in and ask what was wrong with
him. Sure enough, there went the door and in marched Buffy. She stopped short when she saw him on the couch, clutching his wound.
"Oh my Gosh, Spike what happened?" She asked alarmed as
she kneeled at his side.
"Nothing." He choked out. Why was the room spinning.
He laughed. "Buffy you have a twin! There are two of you!"
Buffy rolled her eyes and started to pick him up.
"Stop. Go away." He pouted, clearly dilerious from the
blood loss.
"Sorry can't do that. Lets go."
Spike groaned as she helped him to stand, taking most
of his weight on herself.
"Bright outside..."
Grabbing a large blanket in the corner she through it
around him, making sure he was covered securally, and walked out the door.
He was leaning heavily on her now, his breath coming out in short gasps.
"Almost there." She kept muttering.
"Luv, you said that ten minutes ago." He pointed out,
gasping.
"Shut up and walk."
Almost there...
***
Kicking open the door to the Summer's house, Buffy
pulled Spike in careful of his wounded side.
"Dawn! Call Willow and Xander!"
Dawn came running down the stairs. "They're already here. I mean they came to visit you..."
Buffy nodded. "Get the first aid kit. Hurry!"
Spike lulled his head slightly.
"Oh no you don't. Spike, you gotta stay awake!" She
exclaimed, half running into the living room.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, seeing Spike drapped across Buffy's form.
"Help me get him onto the couch." She gasped as Willow came to her side hurriedly.
"What the heck is he doing here?" Xander exclaimed,
somewhat angrily.
Buffy shot him a look. "Not now Xander. Go help Dawn
get the first aid."
He sighed but did as he was told.
She set Spike down on the couch gently.
"Buffy?" Asked Willow as she helped lay him across the
couch.
"Later."
She nodded and pushed some pillows under Spike's head.
"Buffy?" She heard him gasp, slightly dilusional.
"Where are we?"
She smiled and ran her finger's through his hair.
"Home. Now just try to stay awake."
He nodded and grimaced. She had to hurry.
***
Ouch. That was the first thing on his mind as he
drifted in and out of consiousness.
His side felt as if it where on fire and the pain came running up his side everytime Buffy touched it.
He just wanted to sleep...
"No Spike, stay awake!" He heard. Buffy. She sounded upset. He should stay awake. To comfort her. What was wrong?
***
Buffy quickly pushed up his shirt and gasped as she
saw the inflamed gash on his side.
She pushed a damp cloth at him wound and struggled for
him to stay put.
When would things just be nice? No demons,
apocolypases or zombies brought forth by demon masks?
Probably never.
-------------------
Two Hours Later...
Spike rested comfortably on the couch dozing. The wound hadn't been life threatening, and the ribs where bandaged but a little bruised.
"Buffy?" Came a voice from the couch.
She went over to his form, dropped into a kneel beside
the couch and said, "Yeah Spike, I'm here."
"What happened?" He slurred, rubbing his forehead with
the back of his hand.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. How are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "Alright I guess."
Pushing aside the bandages she looked to see the wound already closing. Thank God for vampire healing.
"Buffy, you've gotta be careful pet."
She looked at him suddenly, her forehead creased in
worry.
"Why? Whats the matter?" She asked, forcing herself not yell.
"Demons, tryin' to get me. I don't want 'em to hurt you."
She smiled dispite herself; here he was wounded and all he could think of was her.
"Don't worry. I will be."
He smiled and closed his eyes.
Before she knew what she was doing she bent down and kissed his forehead gently.
He smiled in his semi-sleeping state.
Pulling a blanket over him, she covered the windows
and locked the doors and went up to bed.
***
TBC
Thanks goldenpuppies at heart for your great
editing!!! =)
*sniffles* at least for this story. Makes me want to
cry. *cries* Anywhos, heres the next loooong chapter!
PLZ PLZ a million times, R&R! Cuz you all rawk my sox!
Disclaimer: *sigh* Duh, I don't own. Never have, never
will. Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own. Its a twisted,
sad world. *sniffles*
Spike threw the demon against the tree angerily. He was just letting off some steam before he actually
dusted the git.
Slayer wanted to help him? Please. She was the one who
always was "the loner" the almight Chosen One. Sure the whole Demon thing was kinda out of hand but it
would take awhile before he went crawling back to her.
He was tired of being her rag doll, her ping pong ball
that she hit back and forth over and over. A large burley demon suddenly appeared behind the now dusted
vampire, a sword in one hand and a knife in the other.
"Oh great." He muttered as the beast launched himself at him.
Spike easily ducked the on coming blow, punching the demon hard in the face and abdomen. "Done yet?" He asked, kicking the demon down. He hopped back up.
"Guess not. Don't really matter to me." He said, with an air of distain.
No way he would go to the Slayer. He would have to be mortally wounded to even consider it. Suddenly, just as he thought the demon was down, he reached into its boot and pulled out a small dagger and threw it at Spike. Spike stood there for a moment awstruck. The knife hit him between the ribs and scratched between
them as he threw it out and killed the demon with his own weapon. He felt dizzy as he walked back, blood
pouring out of his open wound. Pulling open his door he collasped on the couch, holding his stomach. This seemed like a good time for Buffy... No way, he had
pride and all that. Beside the sun was going to come up in 30 minutes, and wounded as he was, he wasn't
going to risk it. He finally passed out. The unconsiousness overwhelmed him.
***
He smelt her before he saw her; the blood rushing
through her veins and the scent of the shampoo that
still lingered in her hair. Buffy. He just lay there, waiting for her burst in and ask what was wrong with
him. Sure enough, there went the door and in marched Buffy. She stopped short when she saw him on the couch, clutching his wound.
"Oh my Gosh, Spike what happened?" She asked alarmed as
she kneeled at his side.
"Nothing." He choked out. Why was the room spinning.
He laughed. "Buffy you have a twin! There are two of you!"
Buffy rolled her eyes and started to pick him up.
"Stop. Go away." He pouted, clearly dilerious from the
blood loss.
"Sorry can't do that. Lets go."
Spike groaned as she helped him to stand, taking most
of his weight on herself.
"Bright outside..."
Grabbing a large blanket in the corner she through it
around him, making sure he was covered securally, and walked out the door.
He was leaning heavily on her now, his breath coming out in short gasps.
"Almost there." She kept muttering.
"Luv, you said that ten minutes ago." He pointed out,
gasping.
"Shut up and walk."
Almost there...
***
Kicking open the door to the Summer's house, Buffy
pulled Spike in careful of his wounded side.
"Dawn! Call Willow and Xander!"
Dawn came running down the stairs. "They're already here. I mean they came to visit you..."
Buffy nodded. "Get the first aid kit. Hurry!"
Spike lulled his head slightly.
"Oh no you don't. Spike, you gotta stay awake!" She
exclaimed, half running into the living room.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, seeing Spike drapped across Buffy's form.
"Help me get him onto the couch." She gasped as Willow came to her side hurriedly.
"What the heck is he doing here?" Xander exclaimed,
somewhat angrily.
Buffy shot him a look. "Not now Xander. Go help Dawn
get the first aid."
He sighed but did as he was told.
She set Spike down on the couch gently.
"Buffy?" Asked Willow as she helped lay him across the
couch.
"Later."
She nodded and pushed some pillows under Spike's head.
"Buffy?" She heard him gasp, slightly dilusional.
"Where are we?"
She smiled and ran her finger's through his hair.
"Home. Now just try to stay awake."
He nodded and grimaced. She had to hurry.
***
Ouch. That was the first thing on his mind as he
drifted in and out of consiousness.
His side felt as if it where on fire and the pain came running up his side everytime Buffy touched it.
He just wanted to sleep...
"No Spike, stay awake!" He heard. Buffy. She sounded upset. He should stay awake. To comfort her. What was wrong?
***
Buffy quickly pushed up his shirt and gasped as she
saw the inflamed gash on his side.
She pushed a damp cloth at him wound and struggled for
him to stay put.
When would things just be nice? No demons,
apocolypases or zombies brought forth by demon masks?
Probably never.
-------------------
Two Hours Later...
Spike rested comfortably on the couch dozing. The wound hadn't been life threatening, and the ribs where bandaged but a little bruised.
"Buffy?" Came a voice from the couch.
She went over to his form, dropped into a kneel beside
the couch and said, "Yeah Spike, I'm here."
"What happened?" He slurred, rubbing his forehead with
the back of his hand.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. How are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "Alright I guess."
Pushing aside the bandages she looked to see the wound already closing. Thank God for vampire healing.
"Buffy, you've gotta be careful pet."
She looked at him suddenly, her forehead creased in
worry.
"Why? Whats the matter?" She asked, forcing herself not yell.
"Demons, tryin' to get me. I don't want 'em to hurt you."
She smiled dispite herself; here he was wounded and all he could think of was her.
"Don't worry. I will be."
He smiled and closed his eyes.
Before she knew what she was doing she bent down and kissed his forehead gently.
He smiled in his semi-sleeping state.
Pulling a blanket over him, she covered the windows
and locked the doors and went up to bed.
***
TBC
Thanks goldenpuppies at heart for your great
editing!!! =)