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: Offers and Confusion
Summary: Giles comes back to much shock and we find out why Spike was in pain. Plus Spuffyness!
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As soon as the front door opened, Buffy was standing there. She hugged Giles quickly. "Kept up on your exercises, I see," breathed Giles.
"Oh," said Buffy, letting go of him. "Sorry." She pulled Robin to the side. "Go see Faith and she'll tell you what you missed out on."
"I missed out on something?" he asked incredulously.
"Fraid so." Robin shook his head while walking down the hall to find his girlfriend.
Buffy turned around. "So. What'd Robin tell ya?"
"Apparently, there's a new Slayer staying here?" he half-questioned.
"Um, yeah. Her name's Deanna. Andrew adores her. Well, okay a little more than adores." At his confused look she clarified. "They're kind of a couple." He took off his glasses and Buffy cringed. "If you're already doing the glasses thing, I don't know how you're gonna make it with the stuff that I'm gonna tell ya."
Giles quickly put the glasses back on. "Well, yes. Shall we sit down?"
He began to head towards the living room. "Why don't we sit in the dining room?" commented Buffy intercepting him. Glad that he didn't notice her jumpiness, they moved to sit at the table. "Um, a lot's happened since you went to England."
"I hear there a new nemesis in town."
Buffy nodded, scared how to approach the next bit. "Yes, that's just a tiny bit, but. . .um. . .you see. . .I'm just gonna spit it out. Spike's back. He still has his soul. He's a god. And Zeus is his dad."
Giles sat there for a moment before taking off his glasses and cleaning them. "Oh, dear." He cleaned them for a long while before asking, "Is this why you insisted on being in here."
She fiddled with her fingers. "Yeah, he's kind of unconscious on the couch. He and Connor did that after we staked Angel. . ."
"You staked Angel?"
"Actually Deanna did."
Feeling confident enough to place his glasses back on his head, asked, "And who is Connor?"
Buffy fidgeted some more. "He's Angel's so-"
"Buffy," said Willow from the doorway. "He's awake. But Connor's still way out. Well, he's kind of awake, but pretty much out of it, he's just laying there staring and do you want me to take charge of telling Giles stuff."
"Do you mind?"
She shook her head. "I think Spike wants to talk to you anyway." The Slayer immediately walked to the sofa where Spike was. No one but him was in the room.
She sat on the sturdy coffee table. "What happened?"
He blinked and turned his head towards her. There was a lot of confusion in his eyes. "I remember everything."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"I don't know. It feels like someone shoved a memory card into my head. I remember doing the stuff in my head, but at the exact same bloody time don't. It's like I'm watching someone else again." Spike sat up. "Come to Olympus with me."
Buffy shook her head at the surprising question. "What? Now?"
"Yeah. I can go there now, and I'd like you to be there."
She shook her head again. "I can't. Not now." She sighed. "Give me a few days. It might be sooner, but I just need to make sure everything's mellowed out somewhat."
"Basically make sure that the Watcher doesn't have a stroke."
"Yeah, that and Connor." Buffy grabbed his hand. "I promise I'll go though." She leaned in and kissed him before standing and heading up the stairs.
Spike sighed and put his head in his hands. He decided that he might need a drink before the day was over. A little bit later, he lifted up his head to see Xander standing there. "Oh, bloody hell. What?"
He shrugged and took a seat in a chair. "I'll assume that you and Buffy are going at it again. Weird noises and all."
The blonde rolled his eyes. "Why do you want to know about it? I'm soddin' tired of the 'you can't' speeches from you."
"If you hurt her-"
"Why would I?" he exclaimed. Unbeknownst to either of them, Buffy was coming down the stairs quietly. "I went half way across the world to get a soul for her! And if you try that rape thing again, don't. We've talked it out and there's a simple understanding with that between us."
"You hurt her-"
"I love her! And I can finally say it's with my entire soul. If you can't bloody well accept that, to bad. I know I do and I know she knows."
Xander nodded. "Can I talk now. No interruptions from the post-dead-guy." Spike waved his hand in a 'sure' motion. "You hurt her, I will kill you horribly the fact you're a god or not. I've seen her after harsh break-ups and fall through loves and she's not fun to be around. I just leave that up to Willow for the girl talk thing. But the summer you left Dawn talked to Buffy. She told me that ironically missed you. You'd have to ask her about the rest, but point being. Both you and Willow have a chance at something again. Don't screw it up."
"Had this talk with Red?"
"Been working up to it." Buffy smiled. The two had reached an agreement of sorts. She also put in the back of her mind to tell Dawn not to go telling her secrets.
"I'm sorry about Anya," said Spike. "She was a bright and odd bird."
"Thanks," whispered the carpenter. Sighing, he added, "She's the one who told me to move everyone here. All she really said about it, was that something really bad was going to happen and we all had to be here."
"Must be because of the Hellmouth."
"Yep."
The Slayer turned around quickly at a tap on her shoulder. "Wow! It's just me!" exclaimed Willow.
"Sorry," said Buffy sheepishly.
"It's fine. Just, Giles wants to see Spike so it all gets in his head. And Wes and Fred just left. I think they're going on a date."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Go Wes." She ran her hand through her hair. "Yeah, tell him I'll be right there." She turned to go into the living room. "Hope you guys aren't going at each others throats."
Xander grinned. "Caught us to soon."
Buffy looked at Spike. "Giles wants to see you and get the full blown picture." At Spike's smirk, she thought about reconsidering.
***
Connor's eyes twitched. There was someone rubbing his hand slowly. He turned his head to see a beautiful girl sitting there. She had brown hair that flowed around her head and shoulders just so, it made her look otherworldly. Her head popped quickly. "Oh, thank god!" she exclaimed before throwing her arms around him.
Did he know this girl? He searched his mind for an answer. Slowly the name Cordelia hit him. But this girl was prettier and more innocent than Cordelia ever was. Fred. He considered it longer, but she seemed younger and more brilliant. Dawn. That was her name. Dawn.
"How are you feeling?" asked Dawn.
"Confused," he said.
"Okay, what's the last thing you remember?"
Connor paused to consider this. "Pain." He backtracked it from there. There was a cloudy mind view stopping him from going any further. "Hit me."
"What?"
"Hit me." Dawn gently slapped his cheek. "Harder." She did so. "Harder." Dawn backed out of the room and bumped into Deanna and Andrew.
"Connor just woke up and asked me to hit him."
Andrew spoke up. "It's like Spock asking to be hit over and over again by his nurse in episode-"
"Why is he asking to be hit?"
"To jump start his brain," said the Slayer. She led them into room. "Sorry, cous," she said before punching him.
Connor gasped as everything flooded back. He bolted out of bed and tried to run out of the door. He bounced back. "You can't leave," explained Dawn.
"Why not?"
"There's a spell on your door."
"Undo it," he demanded walking towards her.
She flinched at his sharpness. "I can't."
Connor grabbed something from her dresser and pinned her against the wall. "Undo it."
"Dawn!" exclaimed Deanna. He turned around, holding a sharp letter opener to her neck.
"Out," he said. The pair made no indication of moving.
"Go ahead," said Dawn, trying to get her neck off the tip. "Just don't tell anyone yet." They went out of the room slowly.
"Stay out of here," he warned one last time before the door closed.
He still had the letter opener to her neck afterwards. "Do you think you could move that now, Connor?" When he pressed harder, she said quickly. "Or, I could call you Steven."
"Undo it, witch."
Dawn let a small laugh out. "Okay, first off, you know I'm not a witch. Equaling in me not being able to do the spell. That was a double miss." He was quiet, still holding the impromptu weapon to her neck.
The Destroyer removed the weapon and tossed her on the bed. "Out."
Dawn sat up for a moment considering. This would probably be the only time that she would have completely alone to talk some since into him. Taking a deep breath, she said, "For your information, this is my room and I should be able to be here if I like." To prove her point, she crossed her arms over her chest.
This didn't faze him at all. "I still have a weapon against you."
She shrugged. "You're the least scary of all my captors."
"I'm giving you a chance to leave."
"Oh, sorry. You're the least scary of all my 'captors'," she explained with air quotes.
"Why are you still here?"
"We need to talk." He opened his mouth to speak. "And don't dare try the 'oh, no one cares' or 'oh, I don't want to' crap because it's not going to work with me. I've been down that lane and that just leads to stealing and getting into a lot of trouble. I know exactly how you're feeling."
"I didn't have any teen angst in my life. So how could you?"
"Considering the fact that most of my teen angst was finding out that I wasn't real and every memory before that was fake. Yeah, I could."
"You're not real?"
"No, Connor, I'm not. I've only been alive for like going on three years now. But before that I was a thousands of years old mystical ball of bright green energy. Which is kind of funny, because I'm not big green fan."
Dawn stood up and walked to in front of him, holding her palm out. "Give me the letter opener." Connor hesitated, before his normal side gave in, and sat down on the bed. She put it away before sitting across from him. Dawn grinned. "I'm going to be your shrink while you're here. Is there anything that you'd like to tell me?" When he made no motion to talk, she asked, "Do you still consider Deanna your cousin? How do you feel about her being a Slayer? How do you feel about all of us?"
Connor looked directly in her eyes. "I don't want to be in a relationship with you."
Dawn flinched visibly. That had come out of no where. "Why?"
He looked down. "Leave."
She jumped up. "Well, fine. If you're gonna Mr. Secretive like his father, yes your father, then to bad." Just before she opened the door, she said, "What I said to you before this happened. I really did mean."
"That's what I'm afraid of." Dawn turned around. Why would he be worried about tha. . . oh. . .
"I'm not Cordelia. Heaven help me if I ever am. I would never purposely hurt you like that. And I really hope that you wouldn't either."
"No," he said. "I wouldn't. Holtz's 'wisdom' and my other childhood are melding together. It's like there's an argument in my head."
"I get that. Like when Mom, Buffy and I used to get into three way arguments, I'd be dreaming about them. It got a little freaky."
"Holtz used to tie me up and leave me in the middle of no where and expect me to find him."
"One time Buffy left me in a tree when I was younger, she wouldn't let me down for hours, until Grandma came by and gave her a whipping. That was fun to watch." Dawn had moved over and sat back onto the bed by then. There talk went long into the night.
***
Buffy laid in bed. Today had been a really long day. Zeus was Spike's dad, learning that Connor was Angel's son, Giles coming back, staking Angel. . . that was a long list. She didn't feel as bad about Angel has she would have thought. Granted, there was a little piece of her depressed and missed him and probably always would. But she and him had talked things out and were on a good note when she'd left LA. So she was at a kind of peace about that.
But not anything else, unfortunately.
Her mind wandered back to the conversation she'd overheard with Xander and Spike. Xander accepted her and Spike. That was confusing in its own right. Buffy smiled. He still loved her. Not that she didn't figure, but to hear him actually say it was wonderful. Though she'd never admit it back then, she did like hearing him say that.
Spike came in the door. "Remind me never to answer any of his questions again."
"Giles?"
"Who else, luv?"
She just shrugged and sat up. "I've been thinking. And, I think that I could go tomorrow. To Olympus with you. I also figure, nothing's going to calm down any more than it has. So, do you want to go then?"
"Sure."
Buffy got up and walked over to him, having a hint of blush on her cheeks. "There's one more thing I want to tell you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you. And I really have for a long time. . ."
Spike instantly cut her off with another kiss, with a little more put into it than last time. "I love you."
Buffy smiled. "Well, good."
They began to kiss some more. Buffy reached down to pull his shirt off when he grabbed her hands. "Luv, to know my intentions, you just have to look down a little further, but do you want to."
She just grinned. And having something in mind that Faith told her, pulled him down to the bed.
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TBC. . . .
Use your imagination. That's all we're saying.
We appreciate all your reviews so much! The next chapter will be so good (because they're going to Olympus), just trust us and keep reading please. And as always. . review!
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: **** YEAH! We love all those who've reviewed! XOXOXOXO!.
Chapter Title: Offers and Confusion
Summary: Giles comes back to much shock and we find out why Spike was in pain. Plus Spuffyness!
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As soon as the front door opened, Buffy was standing there. She hugged Giles quickly. "Kept up on your exercises, I see," breathed Giles.
"Oh," said Buffy, letting go of him. "Sorry." She pulled Robin to the side. "Go see Faith and she'll tell you what you missed out on."
"I missed out on something?" he asked incredulously.
"Fraid so." Robin shook his head while walking down the hall to find his girlfriend.
Buffy turned around. "So. What'd Robin tell ya?"
"Apparently, there's a new Slayer staying here?" he half-questioned.
"Um, yeah. Her name's Deanna. Andrew adores her. Well, okay a little more than adores." At his confused look she clarified. "They're kind of a couple." He took off his glasses and Buffy cringed. "If you're already doing the glasses thing, I don't know how you're gonna make it with the stuff that I'm gonna tell ya."
Giles quickly put the glasses back on. "Well, yes. Shall we sit down?"
He began to head towards the living room. "Why don't we sit in the dining room?" commented Buffy intercepting him. Glad that he didn't notice her jumpiness, they moved to sit at the table. "Um, a lot's happened since you went to England."
"I hear there a new nemesis in town."
Buffy nodded, scared how to approach the next bit. "Yes, that's just a tiny bit, but. . .um. . .you see. . .I'm just gonna spit it out. Spike's back. He still has his soul. He's a god. And Zeus is his dad."
Giles sat there for a moment before taking off his glasses and cleaning them. "Oh, dear." He cleaned them for a long while before asking, "Is this why you insisted on being in here."
She fiddled with her fingers. "Yeah, he's kind of unconscious on the couch. He and Connor did that after we staked Angel. . ."
"You staked Angel?"
"Actually Deanna did."
Feeling confident enough to place his glasses back on his head, asked, "And who is Connor?"
Buffy fidgeted some more. "He's Angel's so-"
"Buffy," said Willow from the doorway. "He's awake. But Connor's still way out. Well, he's kind of awake, but pretty much out of it, he's just laying there staring and do you want me to take charge of telling Giles stuff."
"Do you mind?"
She shook her head. "I think Spike wants to talk to you anyway." The Slayer immediately walked to the sofa where Spike was. No one but him was in the room.
She sat on the sturdy coffee table. "What happened?"
He blinked and turned his head towards her. There was a lot of confusion in his eyes. "I remember everything."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"I don't know. It feels like someone shoved a memory card into my head. I remember doing the stuff in my head, but at the exact same bloody time don't. It's like I'm watching someone else again." Spike sat up. "Come to Olympus with me."
Buffy shook her head at the surprising question. "What? Now?"
"Yeah. I can go there now, and I'd like you to be there."
She shook her head again. "I can't. Not now." She sighed. "Give me a few days. It might be sooner, but I just need to make sure everything's mellowed out somewhat."
"Basically make sure that the Watcher doesn't have a stroke."
"Yeah, that and Connor." Buffy grabbed his hand. "I promise I'll go though." She leaned in and kissed him before standing and heading up the stairs.
Spike sighed and put his head in his hands. He decided that he might need a drink before the day was over. A little bit later, he lifted up his head to see Xander standing there. "Oh, bloody hell. What?"
He shrugged and took a seat in a chair. "I'll assume that you and Buffy are going at it again. Weird noises and all."
The blonde rolled his eyes. "Why do you want to know about it? I'm soddin' tired of the 'you can't' speeches from you."
"If you hurt her-"
"Why would I?" he exclaimed. Unbeknownst to either of them, Buffy was coming down the stairs quietly. "I went half way across the world to get a soul for her! And if you try that rape thing again, don't. We've talked it out and there's a simple understanding with that between us."
"You hurt her-"
"I love her! And I can finally say it's with my entire soul. If you can't bloody well accept that, to bad. I know I do and I know she knows."
Xander nodded. "Can I talk now. No interruptions from the post-dead-guy." Spike waved his hand in a 'sure' motion. "You hurt her, I will kill you horribly the fact you're a god or not. I've seen her after harsh break-ups and fall through loves and she's not fun to be around. I just leave that up to Willow for the girl talk thing. But the summer you left Dawn talked to Buffy. She told me that ironically missed you. You'd have to ask her about the rest, but point being. Both you and Willow have a chance at something again. Don't screw it up."
"Had this talk with Red?"
"Been working up to it." Buffy smiled. The two had reached an agreement of sorts. She also put in the back of her mind to tell Dawn not to go telling her secrets.
"I'm sorry about Anya," said Spike. "She was a bright and odd bird."
"Thanks," whispered the carpenter. Sighing, he added, "She's the one who told me to move everyone here. All she really said about it, was that something really bad was going to happen and we all had to be here."
"Must be because of the Hellmouth."
"Yep."
The Slayer turned around quickly at a tap on her shoulder. "Wow! It's just me!" exclaimed Willow.
"Sorry," said Buffy sheepishly.
"It's fine. Just, Giles wants to see Spike so it all gets in his head. And Wes and Fred just left. I think they're going on a date."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Go Wes." She ran her hand through her hair. "Yeah, tell him I'll be right there." She turned to go into the living room. "Hope you guys aren't going at each others throats."
Xander grinned. "Caught us to soon."
Buffy looked at Spike. "Giles wants to see you and get the full blown picture." At Spike's smirk, she thought about reconsidering.
***
Connor's eyes twitched. There was someone rubbing his hand slowly. He turned his head to see a beautiful girl sitting there. She had brown hair that flowed around her head and shoulders just so, it made her look otherworldly. Her head popped quickly. "Oh, thank god!" she exclaimed before throwing her arms around him.
Did he know this girl? He searched his mind for an answer. Slowly the name Cordelia hit him. But this girl was prettier and more innocent than Cordelia ever was. Fred. He considered it longer, but she seemed younger and more brilliant. Dawn. That was her name. Dawn.
"How are you feeling?" asked Dawn.
"Confused," he said.
"Okay, what's the last thing you remember?"
Connor paused to consider this. "Pain." He backtracked it from there. There was a cloudy mind view stopping him from going any further. "Hit me."
"What?"
"Hit me." Dawn gently slapped his cheek. "Harder." She did so. "Harder." Dawn backed out of the room and bumped into Deanna and Andrew.
"Connor just woke up and asked me to hit him."
Andrew spoke up. "It's like Spock asking to be hit over and over again by his nurse in episode-"
"Why is he asking to be hit?"
"To jump start his brain," said the Slayer. She led them into room. "Sorry, cous," she said before punching him.
Connor gasped as everything flooded back. He bolted out of bed and tried to run out of the door. He bounced back. "You can't leave," explained Dawn.
"Why not?"
"There's a spell on your door."
"Undo it," he demanded walking towards her.
She flinched at his sharpness. "I can't."
Connor grabbed something from her dresser and pinned her against the wall. "Undo it."
"Dawn!" exclaimed Deanna. He turned around, holding a sharp letter opener to her neck.
"Out," he said. The pair made no indication of moving.
"Go ahead," said Dawn, trying to get her neck off the tip. "Just don't tell anyone yet." They went out of the room slowly.
"Stay out of here," he warned one last time before the door closed.
He still had the letter opener to her neck afterwards. "Do you think you could move that now, Connor?" When he pressed harder, she said quickly. "Or, I could call you Steven."
"Undo it, witch."
Dawn let a small laugh out. "Okay, first off, you know I'm not a witch. Equaling in me not being able to do the spell. That was a double miss." He was quiet, still holding the impromptu weapon to her neck.
The Destroyer removed the weapon and tossed her on the bed. "Out."
Dawn sat up for a moment considering. This would probably be the only time that she would have completely alone to talk some since into him. Taking a deep breath, she said, "For your information, this is my room and I should be able to be here if I like." To prove her point, she crossed her arms over her chest.
This didn't faze him at all. "I still have a weapon against you."
She shrugged. "You're the least scary of all my captors."
"I'm giving you a chance to leave."
"Oh, sorry. You're the least scary of all my 'captors'," she explained with air quotes.
"Why are you still here?"
"We need to talk." He opened his mouth to speak. "And don't dare try the 'oh, no one cares' or 'oh, I don't want to' crap because it's not going to work with me. I've been down that lane and that just leads to stealing and getting into a lot of trouble. I know exactly how you're feeling."
"I didn't have any teen angst in my life. So how could you?"
"Considering the fact that most of my teen angst was finding out that I wasn't real and every memory before that was fake. Yeah, I could."
"You're not real?"
"No, Connor, I'm not. I've only been alive for like going on three years now. But before that I was a thousands of years old mystical ball of bright green energy. Which is kind of funny, because I'm not big green fan."
Dawn stood up and walked to in front of him, holding her palm out. "Give me the letter opener." Connor hesitated, before his normal side gave in, and sat down on the bed. She put it away before sitting across from him. Dawn grinned. "I'm going to be your shrink while you're here. Is there anything that you'd like to tell me?" When he made no motion to talk, she asked, "Do you still consider Deanna your cousin? How do you feel about her being a Slayer? How do you feel about all of us?"
Connor looked directly in her eyes. "I don't want to be in a relationship with you."
Dawn flinched visibly. That had come out of no where. "Why?"
He looked down. "Leave."
She jumped up. "Well, fine. If you're gonna Mr. Secretive like his father, yes your father, then to bad." Just before she opened the door, she said, "What I said to you before this happened. I really did mean."
"That's what I'm afraid of." Dawn turned around. Why would he be worried about tha. . . oh. . .
"I'm not Cordelia. Heaven help me if I ever am. I would never purposely hurt you like that. And I really hope that you wouldn't either."
"No," he said. "I wouldn't. Holtz's 'wisdom' and my other childhood are melding together. It's like there's an argument in my head."
"I get that. Like when Mom, Buffy and I used to get into three way arguments, I'd be dreaming about them. It got a little freaky."
"Holtz used to tie me up and leave me in the middle of no where and expect me to find him."
"One time Buffy left me in a tree when I was younger, she wouldn't let me down for hours, until Grandma came by and gave her a whipping. That was fun to watch." Dawn had moved over and sat back onto the bed by then. There talk went long into the night.
***
Buffy laid in bed. Today had been a really long day. Zeus was Spike's dad, learning that Connor was Angel's son, Giles coming back, staking Angel. . . that was a long list. She didn't feel as bad about Angel has she would have thought. Granted, there was a little piece of her depressed and missed him and probably always would. But she and him had talked things out and were on a good note when she'd left LA. So she was at a kind of peace about that.
But not anything else, unfortunately.
Her mind wandered back to the conversation she'd overheard with Xander and Spike. Xander accepted her and Spike. That was confusing in its own right. Buffy smiled. He still loved her. Not that she didn't figure, but to hear him actually say it was wonderful. Though she'd never admit it back then, she did like hearing him say that.
Spike came in the door. "Remind me never to answer any of his questions again."
"Giles?"
"Who else, luv?"
She just shrugged and sat up. "I've been thinking. And, I think that I could go tomorrow. To Olympus with you. I also figure, nothing's going to calm down any more than it has. So, do you want to go then?"
"Sure."
Buffy got up and walked over to him, having a hint of blush on her cheeks. "There's one more thing I want to tell you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you. And I really have for a long time. . ."
Spike instantly cut her off with another kiss, with a little more put into it than last time. "I love you."
Buffy smiled. "Well, good."
They began to kiss some more. Buffy reached down to pull his shirt off when he grabbed her hands. "Luv, to know my intentions, you just have to look down a little further, but do you want to."
She just grinned. And having something in mind that Faith told her, pulled him down to the bed.
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TBC. . . .
Use your imagination. That's all we're saying.
We appreciate all your reviews so much! The next chapter will be so good (because they're going to Olympus), just trust us and keep reading please. And as always. . review!