Title: The Way "End of Days" Should Have Been
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
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Chapter Title: Storytelling
Summary: Title is self-explanatory and Spike starts thinking something was off about his mom.
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Buffy woke up the next morning a little confused. After remembering that she had spent the night with Spike, she rolled over to see him. Buffy gently reached over and touched his shoulder. Spike jumped. "You okay?"
"All right, luv." He stared at the ceiling blankly.
"Sure? Cuz, you usually don't stare off like that."
He sighed. "It's my mum. There was something off about her."
Buffy thought. "Hey. Do ya think she was a goddess?"
Spike grinned, wistfully. "Goddess's don't get Tuberculosis, pet."
"Oh. I'm sorry," she said sincerely.
"It was a long time ago."
Sighing, she got on her elbows. "Is that how she died?"
Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door. Faith opened it up. "Both of you should come down here now. I think we may have gotten a point to our side again."
They both stared at her. "Huh?"
"Just get down here."
They sighed and came down slowly. Deanna and Connor sat on the couch. "Now can we talk about the guy who's chained up in the basement?" he asked.
"There's a guy chained up in the basement?" asked Deanna, shaking her head. "Look, I only came here cuz Connor said you knew about people who turn into dust."
Buffy raised an eyebrow at Faith. "You think?"
"I know."
"Okay. Deanna, you're a Slayer, just like Faith and me. Basically you're super strong and are destined to protect the world from vampires and demon's. And we'll be training you."
The girl sat quiet for a minute. "So am I like Xena?"
"Or Wonder Woman?" piped in Andrew.
"Or Lara Croft?"
Faith shook her head in confusion. "Kinda."
"And they're like your Yoda," put in the geek again.
"Or Luna and Artemis," added the new Slayer.
Before Andrew could come back, Buffy pointed at him. "Stop helping."
Connor interrupted. "Okay, I get that my cousin's a Vampire Slayer, but I'd still like to know about the guy in the basement. Something about having a soul."
Dawn laughed a bit. "Ready for the craziest soap opera of your life?"
***
After two hours of explaining and questioning the two newcomers sat there in shock. "Well," said Connor.
Willow nodded. "That's kinda what we say too." The phone rang and Xander went to answer it.
"By the way, has anyone checked on Angel this morning?" asked Buffy.
Willow nodded. "Tara and I did, like at seven. He's getting a lot worse. He'd occasionally slip out and talk no-non-sense about having a son or something and then go back muttering a phrase in Latin, or Greek. We're not sure."
Dawn looked at her. "Can I see him. Like, see if I can get anything else out of him besides that phrase."
Robin looked at her. "You sure that's a good idea? He did bite you."
"I'll be fine."
Xander came back in. "That was Wesley. He said that he and Fred will be in sometime this week. Gunn's taken over W&H for Angel's 'temporary leave'," he explained using the term loosely.
***
Dawn walked down the stairs cautiously. Angel had huddled himself into a ball, muttering to himself. "So. . .So when you say he'll remember everything, that includes Holtz, and Quortoth, and Cordelia?"
He stopped muttering enough to look up and give a strong, "Yep."
"You'd do that your own son?"
"Not like he likes me anyway," he said sounding happy. "And it's not like I had any choice. It was part of the deal."
"Is there any way to avoid it?"
He giggled. "Nope. Connor's gonna be a goner. Connor's gonna be a goner."
"Stop chanting that, please." He immediately went back to muttering the previous chant. "What are you saying?"
Angel spoke louder. "Media in vita in morte sumus. Media in vita in morte sumus. Media in vita in morte sumus," before going back into a ball and talking quieter.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"'In the middle of life, we are surrounded by death.'" Dawn whipped around to see Spike sitting on the bottom step, lighting up a cigarette.
"How long have you been there?"
"Since you came down. Buffy asked me to follow you, make sure Angel didn't have another go." He inhaled deeply.
"Please, don't tell anyone about Connor. He shouldn't know."
"Why don't you fill in the blanks for me. All I get about him is he's Peaches's son, grew up in Quortoth, and there was something with the Cheerleader in there. But first off, how'd you bloody well find out?"
"I was snooping in Angel's desk and found a file." When she ended, Spike had just finished off his fag. "Anyway, how'd you know what he said?"
"Bit, when you've lived for a hundred-twenty plus years, you pick up on a few things out of basic need."
She paused. "So. . .you're not gonna tell?"
"As long as you don't tell Buffy I had a light."
"Thank you!" exclaimed Dawn as she hugged him.
The only sound in the room for the next few minutes was Angel's muttering. He didn't have the heart to tell her they were going to stake him.
***
Spike jolted awake. Buffy moved groggily beside him. "Was it your mom again?" He just nodded. "Did you figure it out?" She noted he fingered something in his pocket, but said nothing. Changing the subject, she said, "You know, we should really start to head for my room. The bed's bigger."
Spike glanced at her. "You suggesting I move into your room."
"Kind of." Buffy looked down embarrassed. "It was a stupid idea."
"Actually I think it's a good one." Her head snapped up.
"Seriously?" He nodded. Buffy glanced at her watch. "Only 1:30. I'm gonna go do a little sweep."
"Buffy, I don't think-"
"I'll be fine. My cell will automatically be set for here so if there's trouble, I'll be-a-beeping. You wanna come?"
"I'll pass."
Buffy kissed him quickly, then moved out of the room. Spike stared after her for a long time. She had kissed. Buffy had kissed him willingly; without a spell, being a robot, or in absolute raw lust. Smiling, he pulled an object out of his pocket. Now would be a good time.
***
Buffy came back in at about 2:30, shifting her shoulder. The two vampires she had staked managed to pull something there. She peeked in on Connor who was sleeping on the couch she looked to see if Deanna was still on her pallet, which she wasn't. The Slayer calmly climbed the stairs and peeked in everyone's rooms. Willow and Tara were cuddled up, as were Faith and Robin. Xander was sprawled out over his bed and Dawn was curled up. When she checked Andrew's room, she found Deanna curled up next to the geek.
Smiling, she quietly shut the door. Buffy went back to her room to find Spike sitting in a chair. "Find anything."
"Two vamps," she said, shifting her shoulder again. "Do you think you could hold my shoulder, while I try to pop it." He did as was asked and the room resounded with a POP. "Ow. Better though." She looked up. "You seemed like you were going to tell me something before shoulder incident."
He nodded. "I have something I wanted to give you, for awhile now." She sat on the foot of her bed. Spike held up a ring. It was a round ruby with little diamonds going around the red stone.
"It's beautiful."
"It was my mums." He paused before continuing. "It was the only thing left after I dusted her."
Buffy looked up bewildered. "No." She pushed the ring back. "No, I couldn't. You should have it. It was your moms after all."
Spike pushed it right back. "She'd want you to have it." Buffy hesitantly put it on her left hand.
"Thank you." They both got underneath the covers to sleep.
Once she was asleep, Spike leaned over and kissed her. "You're welcome, luv." He didn't notice her smile as he turned over.
***
Connor woke up to quiet noises. It was still dark out, so he got off the couch to check it out. He saw Spike coming down the stairs and heading to the kitchen. All Connor heard was something about gods, his mom, and getting piss drunk, before slamming the door.
He considered following or waking someone up, but after looking at the time - 5:50 am - he decided against it. Figuring that Spike could take care of himself, he entered the kitchen to cook himself breakfast.
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TBC. . .
What's up with Spike? Why's Angel so insane? Look for the next chapter in a little bit. And, our favorite enemy comes back too! And always. . . . RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Giveie. Giveie! GIVEIE! Now! Now! NOW! Okay, so we're a little greedy.
Chapter Title: Storytelling
Summary: Title is self-explanatory and Spike starts thinking something was off about his mom.
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Buffy woke up the next morning a little confused. After remembering that she had spent the night with Spike, she rolled over to see him. Buffy gently reached over and touched his shoulder. Spike jumped. "You okay?"
"All right, luv." He stared at the ceiling blankly.
"Sure? Cuz, you usually don't stare off like that."
He sighed. "It's my mum. There was something off about her."
Buffy thought. "Hey. Do ya think she was a goddess?"
Spike grinned, wistfully. "Goddess's don't get Tuberculosis, pet."
"Oh. I'm sorry," she said sincerely.
"It was a long time ago."
Sighing, she got on her elbows. "Is that how she died?"
Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door. Faith opened it up. "Both of you should come down here now. I think we may have gotten a point to our side again."
They both stared at her. "Huh?"
"Just get down here."
They sighed and came down slowly. Deanna and Connor sat on the couch. "Now can we talk about the guy who's chained up in the basement?" he asked.
"There's a guy chained up in the basement?" asked Deanna, shaking her head. "Look, I only came here cuz Connor said you knew about people who turn into dust."
Buffy raised an eyebrow at Faith. "You think?"
"I know."
"Okay. Deanna, you're a Slayer, just like Faith and me. Basically you're super strong and are destined to protect the world from vampires and demon's. And we'll be training you."
The girl sat quiet for a minute. "So am I like Xena?"
"Or Wonder Woman?" piped in Andrew.
"Or Lara Croft?"
Faith shook her head in confusion. "Kinda."
"And they're like your Yoda," put in the geek again.
"Or Luna and Artemis," added the new Slayer.
Before Andrew could come back, Buffy pointed at him. "Stop helping."
Connor interrupted. "Okay, I get that my cousin's a Vampire Slayer, but I'd still like to know about the guy in the basement. Something about having a soul."
Dawn laughed a bit. "Ready for the craziest soap opera of your life?"
***
After two hours of explaining and questioning the two newcomers sat there in shock. "Well," said Connor.
Willow nodded. "That's kinda what we say too." The phone rang and Xander went to answer it.
"By the way, has anyone checked on Angel this morning?" asked Buffy.
Willow nodded. "Tara and I did, like at seven. He's getting a lot worse. He'd occasionally slip out and talk no-non-sense about having a son or something and then go back muttering a phrase in Latin, or Greek. We're not sure."
Dawn looked at her. "Can I see him. Like, see if I can get anything else out of him besides that phrase."
Robin looked at her. "You sure that's a good idea? He did bite you."
"I'll be fine."
Xander came back in. "That was Wesley. He said that he and Fred will be in sometime this week. Gunn's taken over W&H for Angel's 'temporary leave'," he explained using the term loosely.
***
Dawn walked down the stairs cautiously. Angel had huddled himself into a ball, muttering to himself. "So. . .So when you say he'll remember everything, that includes Holtz, and Quortoth, and Cordelia?"
He stopped muttering enough to look up and give a strong, "Yep."
"You'd do that your own son?"
"Not like he likes me anyway," he said sounding happy. "And it's not like I had any choice. It was part of the deal."
"Is there any way to avoid it?"
He giggled. "Nope. Connor's gonna be a goner. Connor's gonna be a goner."
"Stop chanting that, please." He immediately went back to muttering the previous chant. "What are you saying?"
Angel spoke louder. "Media in vita in morte sumus. Media in vita in morte sumus. Media in vita in morte sumus," before going back into a ball and talking quieter.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"'In the middle of life, we are surrounded by death.'" Dawn whipped around to see Spike sitting on the bottom step, lighting up a cigarette.
"How long have you been there?"
"Since you came down. Buffy asked me to follow you, make sure Angel didn't have another go." He inhaled deeply.
"Please, don't tell anyone about Connor. He shouldn't know."
"Why don't you fill in the blanks for me. All I get about him is he's Peaches's son, grew up in Quortoth, and there was something with the Cheerleader in there. But first off, how'd you bloody well find out?"
"I was snooping in Angel's desk and found a file." When she ended, Spike had just finished off his fag. "Anyway, how'd you know what he said?"
"Bit, when you've lived for a hundred-twenty plus years, you pick up on a few things out of basic need."
She paused. "So. . .you're not gonna tell?"
"As long as you don't tell Buffy I had a light."
"Thank you!" exclaimed Dawn as she hugged him.
The only sound in the room for the next few minutes was Angel's muttering. He didn't have the heart to tell her they were going to stake him.
***
Spike jolted awake. Buffy moved groggily beside him. "Was it your mom again?" He just nodded. "Did you figure it out?" She noted he fingered something in his pocket, but said nothing. Changing the subject, she said, "You know, we should really start to head for my room. The bed's bigger."
Spike glanced at her. "You suggesting I move into your room."
"Kind of." Buffy looked down embarrassed. "It was a stupid idea."
"Actually I think it's a good one." Her head snapped up.
"Seriously?" He nodded. Buffy glanced at her watch. "Only 1:30. I'm gonna go do a little sweep."
"Buffy, I don't think-"
"I'll be fine. My cell will automatically be set for here so if there's trouble, I'll be-a-beeping. You wanna come?"
"I'll pass."
Buffy kissed him quickly, then moved out of the room. Spike stared after her for a long time. She had kissed. Buffy had kissed him willingly; without a spell, being a robot, or in absolute raw lust. Smiling, he pulled an object out of his pocket. Now would be a good time.
***
Buffy came back in at about 2:30, shifting her shoulder. The two vampires she had staked managed to pull something there. She peeked in on Connor who was sleeping on the couch she looked to see if Deanna was still on her pallet, which she wasn't. The Slayer calmly climbed the stairs and peeked in everyone's rooms. Willow and Tara were cuddled up, as were Faith and Robin. Xander was sprawled out over his bed and Dawn was curled up. When she checked Andrew's room, she found Deanna curled up next to the geek.
Smiling, she quietly shut the door. Buffy went back to her room to find Spike sitting in a chair. "Find anything."
"Two vamps," she said, shifting her shoulder again. "Do you think you could hold my shoulder, while I try to pop it." He did as was asked and the room resounded with a POP. "Ow. Better though." She looked up. "You seemed like you were going to tell me something before shoulder incident."
He nodded. "I have something I wanted to give you, for awhile now." She sat on the foot of her bed. Spike held up a ring. It was a round ruby with little diamonds going around the red stone.
"It's beautiful."
"It was my mums." He paused before continuing. "It was the only thing left after I dusted her."
Buffy looked up bewildered. "No." She pushed the ring back. "No, I couldn't. You should have it. It was your moms after all."
Spike pushed it right back. "She'd want you to have it." Buffy hesitantly put it on her left hand.
"Thank you." They both got underneath the covers to sleep.
Once she was asleep, Spike leaned over and kissed her. "You're welcome, luv." He didn't notice her smile as he turned over.
***
Connor woke up to quiet noises. It was still dark out, so he got off the couch to check it out. He saw Spike coming down the stairs and heading to the kitchen. All Connor heard was something about gods, his mom, and getting piss drunk, before slamming the door.
He considered following or waking someone up, but after looking at the time - 5:50 am - he decided against it. Figuring that Spike could take care of himself, he entered the kitchen to cook himself breakfast.
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TBC. . .
What's up with Spike? Why's Angel so insane? Look for the next chapter in a little bit. And, our favorite enemy comes back too! And always. . . . RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!