Title: The Way "End of Days" Should Have Been
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: Okay, it was forgotten last time. Oops. Seriously! DON"T SUE US!
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: DUH!
A/N: We just saw the finale on Sunday. Holy $#*t! How many people we thinking, "Just kiss him already!" I managed to hold it together until "No you don't. But thanks for saying," then I was a water fountain. Lucky sat there for five minutes afterwards shaking. If they had killed Faith and Wood, we'd've sued. Then the ending completely sucked.
A/N 2: Xander and Dawn never left. Sorry if there was any confusion.
Chapter Title: Chosen Part 1
Summary: Takes place right after the other one. We're going to take some lines from "Chosen" so be patient if things seem to repeat. But the overall thing is VERY different! Deal for a little bit!
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Lucky: Angel and Kennedy must die! *Slams fist into palm*
Bunny: Calm down. You know our plan with the characters. *Evil glare*
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Buffy walked down the stairs to find Spike attacking the punching bag. "So. What's Peaches gonna do. Stay in the almighty battle. Be the hero," he said sarcastically waving his hands.
Buffy looked at the bag. It had a little head of Angel on it. She grinned. "I don't know if he's staying." She took another step towards him. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well that ain't gonna cut it."
"I didn't want it to happen!" yelled Buffy taking another step closer.
"Well, it did!" he shouted taking another step towards her. "You wanna know something. It hurt. A bloody lot."
"You don't think I know that? He already has a girlfriend, and just doesn't want to tell me."
"Poof," muttered Spike.
"Yeah. I think you're right." That got him to smirk. She was quiet. "Faith's still using my room. . ."
"Well your not staying here! Can't buy me off with sweet talk. You've got Angel breath. Won't just let you whack me back and forth like a rubber ball. I've got my pride, you know."
"I understand," she said turning around and about to head upstairs.
He slid in front of her. "Clearly you don't since that whole 'having my pride' thing was a smokescreen."
Buffy breathed in relief. "Oh thank God."
"I don't know what I would've done had I let you go upstairs." She smiled and stroked his cheek. She leaned in and kissed him gently.
"Neither do I."
***
Buffy laid there stroking his arm. She was panicking. There was no way they were going to win. And it scared her. She got up and began walking around and stopped at the window. "Pretty ain't it?" asked Caleb stepping from the shadows. "No, no. I'm not him. You killed him good and proper. Terrible loss. This man was my good right arm. But I don't need my right arm. I've got an army." He turned to face her. Of course, you've got an army too. Some thirty-odd pimply-faced girls who don't know the pointy end of a stake. Maybe I should call this off."
Buffy interrupted him. "Have you ever thought of a cool name. How about the 'Taunter'. Striking fear in the hearts. . ."
"I will overrun this earth. All those others you faced. They have a part of me in them. Whereas I have all of me, so I like my chances somewhat better. And when my army outnumbers the humans on this earth, and the scales tip. I will be made in human flesh."
"Talk on," Buffy shot back. "I'm not afraid of you."
"Then why aren't you asleep in your dead lover's arms?" She looked at Spike longingly. 'I shouldn't have gotten up,' she thought. "He nor anybody else in this house or world can help you. Cause you know the drill." He morphed into Buffy. "Into every generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world. She alone will have the strength and skill to fight the. . . there's that word again. Alone. It's what you are and how you'll die."
The real Buffy looked up. "You right."
The First looked shocked. "Not your best. . ."
Spike shook on his cot. "I'm drownin' in footwear." He woke up and looked across the room. "Buffy? Are you okay?"
"No. I mean yes. I just realized something. We're going to win."
***
Buffy had told her plan to her friends and 'soon-to-be-Slayers.' Half of them were in love with the idea. The other half were scarred out of their minds. Angel caught her in the hallway. "Buffy. There's something else I need to tell you." He took out pendant looking necklace. "It's for someone ensouled, but stronger than a human. A champion." A beat. "As in me."
Buffy took the amulet. She shook her head, handing it back to him, and led Angel into the unoccupied kitchen. "No."
"No. . .what?"
"No as in, you can't wear it and you shouldn't be here. There should be a second front or something."
"I called LA, their already looking into it," he said calming her.
"It's still not your fight," argued Buffy.
"Do you want him to wear the amulet?" asked Angel looking directly at her. She couldn't meet his gaze, but she nodded. "Fine," he said. "But I'm still staying to fight."
"Deal," she said taking the amulet. They left the kitchen to see Faith and Robin get back from covering grates. Faith was. . .smiling? "What happened?" asked Buffy. "You guys didn't again did you?"
Faith smiled wider. "No B."
"Then what. You're looking all giddy."
"Robin and me made a deal. If we both survived this thing, we'd give each other a chance."
"In relationship terms?" asked Buffy with an eyebrow raised. "And you're fine with it?"
"Five by five." Faith looked at Buffy. "Speaking of boyfriends, you should go talk to yours."
The older Slayer looked down. "He's not my boyfriend."
"Boytoy?"
"Was."
"Fair enough."
Buffy sighed. "Actually I was going to talk to him. Only about apocalyptic stuff."
She was down the hallway, Faith called after her. "B. Relationship stuff feels good. Give it another go. You have nine hours to make it right." Buffy turned around smiling.
The Slayer went down the stairs to find Spike throwing tacks at the ceiling. "What are you doing?"
"Being bored. Don't fancy being upstairs with Angel."
"One of these days I'm going to have to lock you in a room together to rassle it out."
"No complaining from this end."
"Of course there could be oil involved. . ." she said getting a dreamy look on her face.
"Was there something you wanted, luv?" he asked sitting up.
Buffy held up the amulet. "This is supposed to be worn by someone ensouled, but more than human."
"Well, then. Hand it over."
"It's meant to be worn by a champion." Spike looked down defeated. She walked over and placed it in his hand.
"Been called a lot of things in my day." They smiled. Then there was a crash from upstairs.
"I'll be back."
***
The crash turned out to be Andrew knocking over the weapons cabinet. He was trying to get into her Red Riding Hood cape. Him, Xander, Amanda, and Giles were going to play Dungeons & Dragons. Buffy looked at Giles skeptically, to which he took off his glasses to clean.
Dawn came up to Buffy. "I need to talk to Spike. But I would prefer it if you wouldn't come down."
"Okay." She paused. "How long do you think you'll need."
"Thirty-minutes tops."
"Don't do anything rash."
"I was just going to yell at him and say Angel was much better than him." Buffy stared at her sister. "I'm kidding. We've just got loose ties to fix up." Buffy stroked her sisters hair and smiled.
***
Dawn descended down the stairs. Spike was swirling a pretty looking necklace around. "Why didn't I get one?" joked Dawn, making her presence.
"What was the ruckus?"
"Andrew."
"Ah."
Silence.
Dawn took a deep breath. "I'm still not at all happy what you did last year." He winced. "I find it gross and unreasonable. I still wonder why you did it." Pause. "And yet I can't hate you." She looked him in the eye. "I've been doing a lot of thinking for the past twenty-four hours, mostly cause of Faith, and I realized that, yes I hate you for trying to rape my sister. But you never tried anything like it again. Or tried to hurt her or anyone. Before or after."
Spike tried to protest.
"Okay, yes. Now you have a soul. But I believe that even if you didn't get it, you still wouldn't do anything like it. I know that you could have killed her anytime last year. And yet you didn't." She stopped. "I miss the brother/sister thing we had a while back. It made me feel like I had a full family. Sort of." The vampire smirked. "Promise me. That if we live through this, we'll try that thing again."
"I promise Bit."
She smiled. "Buffy's gonna be down in a little bit. Don't brood to much."
"I do not brood."
Dawn laughed. And then she was gone.
***
Buffy stood on the front porch. They actually had a fighting chance. She put that aside trying not to worry and focused on Faith's words from earlier. 'Relationship stuff feels good. Give it another go.' Of course now she only had eight hours. But she intended on making those count. Buffy snuck into the house, hearing something about Amanda slamming Andrew's Trogdor demon, Giles with the fighting ability of a doily, and Xander saying something about Anya being crazy for sleeping. She hoped to god that they worked out their problems before hand.
She came down the stairs of the basement without them creaking. He was already standing, as if he was waiting for her. They looked at each other and pent-up passion came tumbling out.
***
Buffy awoke to a loud thumping noise. She looked up and realized that she was in the basement with Spike. She grinned. Definite improvement. They made it to the cot. Her grin turned into a smile. Last night had been wonderful. Spike shifted. "Mornin' luv." Buffy smiled more and kissed him. The thumping got louder. "I wish we had more time to do this."
She kissed him again. "We will."
The door opened to Dawn's voice. "Buffy. Spike." They shifted. "Don't worry. I'm not coming down! Just telling you to get up and get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes." The door closed again.
Buffy sat up. "I think there are extra clothes in the dryer." They got dressed quietly. He got over and started kissing her again. She responded happily.
"Fifteen," called her sister again. They both laughed and came up the stairs.
Did those fifteen minutes fly by. Robin had brought a bus from the school. They blocked the windows out earlier for Angel and Spike. Before leaving the house, Angel came over to Buffy and placed a kiss on her cheek. She smiled. "Thank you." With that, he ran to the bus. Buffy and Faith looked around for any more weapons one last time.
When Buffy was locking the door, Faith smiled. "Was he good?" The other Slayer dropped her keys and stared at Faith who was laughing. She bent down to pick up the keys and locked the door. "I'm just glad you took my advice."
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TBC. . .
Look for the second part in a few days. We're still alive. Don't worry.
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: Okay, it was forgotten last time. Oops. Seriously! DON"T SUE US!
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: DUH!
A/N: We just saw the finale on Sunday. Holy $#*t! How many people we thinking, "Just kiss him already!" I managed to hold it together until "No you don't. But thanks for saying," then I was a water fountain. Lucky sat there for five minutes afterwards shaking. If they had killed Faith and Wood, we'd've sued. Then the ending completely sucked.
A/N 2: Xander and Dawn never left. Sorry if there was any confusion.
Chapter Title: Chosen Part 1
Summary: Takes place right after the other one. We're going to take some lines from "Chosen" so be patient if things seem to repeat. But the overall thing is VERY different! Deal for a little bit!
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Lucky: Angel and Kennedy must die! *Slams fist into palm*
Bunny: Calm down. You know our plan with the characters. *Evil glare*
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Buffy walked down the stairs to find Spike attacking the punching bag. "So. What's Peaches gonna do. Stay in the almighty battle. Be the hero," he said sarcastically waving his hands.
Buffy looked at the bag. It had a little head of Angel on it. She grinned. "I don't know if he's staying." She took another step towards him. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well that ain't gonna cut it."
"I didn't want it to happen!" yelled Buffy taking another step closer.
"Well, it did!" he shouted taking another step towards her. "You wanna know something. It hurt. A bloody lot."
"You don't think I know that? He already has a girlfriend, and just doesn't want to tell me."
"Poof," muttered Spike.
"Yeah. I think you're right." That got him to smirk. She was quiet. "Faith's still using my room. . ."
"Well your not staying here! Can't buy me off with sweet talk. You've got Angel breath. Won't just let you whack me back and forth like a rubber ball. I've got my pride, you know."
"I understand," she said turning around and about to head upstairs.
He slid in front of her. "Clearly you don't since that whole 'having my pride' thing was a smokescreen."
Buffy breathed in relief. "Oh thank God."
"I don't know what I would've done had I let you go upstairs." She smiled and stroked his cheek. She leaned in and kissed him gently.
"Neither do I."
***
Buffy laid there stroking his arm. She was panicking. There was no way they were going to win. And it scared her. She got up and began walking around and stopped at the window. "Pretty ain't it?" asked Caleb stepping from the shadows. "No, no. I'm not him. You killed him good and proper. Terrible loss. This man was my good right arm. But I don't need my right arm. I've got an army." He turned to face her. Of course, you've got an army too. Some thirty-odd pimply-faced girls who don't know the pointy end of a stake. Maybe I should call this off."
Buffy interrupted him. "Have you ever thought of a cool name. How about the 'Taunter'. Striking fear in the hearts. . ."
"I will overrun this earth. All those others you faced. They have a part of me in them. Whereas I have all of me, so I like my chances somewhat better. And when my army outnumbers the humans on this earth, and the scales tip. I will be made in human flesh."
"Talk on," Buffy shot back. "I'm not afraid of you."
"Then why aren't you asleep in your dead lover's arms?" She looked at Spike longingly. 'I shouldn't have gotten up,' she thought. "He nor anybody else in this house or world can help you. Cause you know the drill." He morphed into Buffy. "Into every generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world. She alone will have the strength and skill to fight the. . . there's that word again. Alone. It's what you are and how you'll die."
The real Buffy looked up. "You right."
The First looked shocked. "Not your best. . ."
Spike shook on his cot. "I'm drownin' in footwear." He woke up and looked across the room. "Buffy? Are you okay?"
"No. I mean yes. I just realized something. We're going to win."
***
Buffy had told her plan to her friends and 'soon-to-be-Slayers.' Half of them were in love with the idea. The other half were scarred out of their minds. Angel caught her in the hallway. "Buffy. There's something else I need to tell you." He took out pendant looking necklace. "It's for someone ensouled, but stronger than a human. A champion." A beat. "As in me."
Buffy took the amulet. She shook her head, handing it back to him, and led Angel into the unoccupied kitchen. "No."
"No. . .what?"
"No as in, you can't wear it and you shouldn't be here. There should be a second front or something."
"I called LA, their already looking into it," he said calming her.
"It's still not your fight," argued Buffy.
"Do you want him to wear the amulet?" asked Angel looking directly at her. She couldn't meet his gaze, but she nodded. "Fine," he said. "But I'm still staying to fight."
"Deal," she said taking the amulet. They left the kitchen to see Faith and Robin get back from covering grates. Faith was. . .smiling? "What happened?" asked Buffy. "You guys didn't again did you?"
Faith smiled wider. "No B."
"Then what. You're looking all giddy."
"Robin and me made a deal. If we both survived this thing, we'd give each other a chance."
"In relationship terms?" asked Buffy with an eyebrow raised. "And you're fine with it?"
"Five by five." Faith looked at Buffy. "Speaking of boyfriends, you should go talk to yours."
The older Slayer looked down. "He's not my boyfriend."
"Boytoy?"
"Was."
"Fair enough."
Buffy sighed. "Actually I was going to talk to him. Only about apocalyptic stuff."
She was down the hallway, Faith called after her. "B. Relationship stuff feels good. Give it another go. You have nine hours to make it right." Buffy turned around smiling.
The Slayer went down the stairs to find Spike throwing tacks at the ceiling. "What are you doing?"
"Being bored. Don't fancy being upstairs with Angel."
"One of these days I'm going to have to lock you in a room together to rassle it out."
"No complaining from this end."
"Of course there could be oil involved. . ." she said getting a dreamy look on her face.
"Was there something you wanted, luv?" he asked sitting up.
Buffy held up the amulet. "This is supposed to be worn by someone ensouled, but more than human."
"Well, then. Hand it over."
"It's meant to be worn by a champion." Spike looked down defeated. She walked over and placed it in his hand.
"Been called a lot of things in my day." They smiled. Then there was a crash from upstairs.
"I'll be back."
***
The crash turned out to be Andrew knocking over the weapons cabinet. He was trying to get into her Red Riding Hood cape. Him, Xander, Amanda, and Giles were going to play Dungeons & Dragons. Buffy looked at Giles skeptically, to which he took off his glasses to clean.
Dawn came up to Buffy. "I need to talk to Spike. But I would prefer it if you wouldn't come down."
"Okay." She paused. "How long do you think you'll need."
"Thirty-minutes tops."
"Don't do anything rash."
"I was just going to yell at him and say Angel was much better than him." Buffy stared at her sister. "I'm kidding. We've just got loose ties to fix up." Buffy stroked her sisters hair and smiled.
***
Dawn descended down the stairs. Spike was swirling a pretty looking necklace around. "Why didn't I get one?" joked Dawn, making her presence.
"What was the ruckus?"
"Andrew."
"Ah."
Silence.
Dawn took a deep breath. "I'm still not at all happy what you did last year." He winced. "I find it gross and unreasonable. I still wonder why you did it." Pause. "And yet I can't hate you." She looked him in the eye. "I've been doing a lot of thinking for the past twenty-four hours, mostly cause of Faith, and I realized that, yes I hate you for trying to rape my sister. But you never tried anything like it again. Or tried to hurt her or anyone. Before or after."
Spike tried to protest.
"Okay, yes. Now you have a soul. But I believe that even if you didn't get it, you still wouldn't do anything like it. I know that you could have killed her anytime last year. And yet you didn't." She stopped. "I miss the brother/sister thing we had a while back. It made me feel like I had a full family. Sort of." The vampire smirked. "Promise me. That if we live through this, we'll try that thing again."
"I promise Bit."
She smiled. "Buffy's gonna be down in a little bit. Don't brood to much."
"I do not brood."
Dawn laughed. And then she was gone.
***
Buffy stood on the front porch. They actually had a fighting chance. She put that aside trying not to worry and focused on Faith's words from earlier. 'Relationship stuff feels good. Give it another go.' Of course now she only had eight hours. But she intended on making those count. Buffy snuck into the house, hearing something about Amanda slamming Andrew's Trogdor demon, Giles with the fighting ability of a doily, and Xander saying something about Anya being crazy for sleeping. She hoped to god that they worked out their problems before hand.
She came down the stairs of the basement without them creaking. He was already standing, as if he was waiting for her. They looked at each other and pent-up passion came tumbling out.
***
Buffy awoke to a loud thumping noise. She looked up and realized that she was in the basement with Spike. She grinned. Definite improvement. They made it to the cot. Her grin turned into a smile. Last night had been wonderful. Spike shifted. "Mornin' luv." Buffy smiled more and kissed him. The thumping got louder. "I wish we had more time to do this."
She kissed him again. "We will."
The door opened to Dawn's voice. "Buffy. Spike." They shifted. "Don't worry. I'm not coming down! Just telling you to get up and get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes." The door closed again.
Buffy sat up. "I think there are extra clothes in the dryer." They got dressed quietly. He got over and started kissing her again. She responded happily.
"Fifteen," called her sister again. They both laughed and came up the stairs.
Did those fifteen minutes fly by. Robin had brought a bus from the school. They blocked the windows out earlier for Angel and Spike. Before leaving the house, Angel came over to Buffy and placed a kiss on her cheek. She smiled. "Thank you." With that, he ran to the bus. Buffy and Faith looked around for any more weapons one last time.
When Buffy was locking the door, Faith smiled. "Was he good?" The other Slayer dropped her keys and stared at Faith who was laughing. She bent down to pick up the keys and locked the door. "I'm just glad you took my advice."
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TBC. . .
Look for the second part in a few days. We're still alive. Don't worry.