Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, except for the ones I make up as I go
along. Like I own Skye and her dad, even though he hasn't said even one
word yet. Meh, I still own him. And I own Nick, Buffy's brother . . . And
that's all that I can remember right now and I'm too lazy to go look
through . . . But if they're not off Buffy, then chances are I made them
up. Yep. The others sadly belong to Joss Whedon.
~*~
The bell for lunch rang and Buffy walked out of class with Willow. She saw Angel over by his locker as the two started down the hall.
"Uh, Willow, I have to go get something from my locker. I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?" Buffy asked, stopping.
"Alright. See you." Willow said and walked off.
'You can do this Buffy.' Buffy thought as she approached Angel. 'He just wants to talk with you. He's not asking you to be with him.' Angel looked up when he felt someone's presence.
"Buffy." He said.
"Yeah." She said.
She watched as he put in his remaining books and closed the locker door. They started walking and headed out the door. Buffy walked a head a bit, sitting down by the water fountain. Angel followed and sat next to her.
"Its good to see you again." He said. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. But . . ."
"Its okay. I'm not asking for you to go out with me. It's too soon, I understand. After what I did I don't blame you."
"Then, what do you want Angel? What do I have that you want?"
"Your forgiveness. I just want my conscious to be clear."
"Its not that easy. What you did . . . It hurt me. I can't just forgive you, forget everything."
"I see." He said, looking away.
"I should go catch up with Willow. I guess I'll see you around Angel."
"Yeah." He said.
She stood up, looked at him once more and walked away. She was walking away from him this time.
~*~
Buffy walked into her house, throwing her bag onto the stairs. She walked into the kitchen in search of her mother. No one was in sight. She walked out the back door and made her way to the church door. She walked in, hearing her father's voice echo throughout the building. She quietly walked up to the big doors that led to the chapel. She opened them and looked in. It was someone's funeral. The family was in tears over whomever it was that had passed. Buffy was used to seeing this though, she understood now. When she was little, she would stand by the doors and watch as they carried out the casket. She didn't understand why they were burring a person. 'How can he breath?' She remembered asking her father. She watched as her father shook hands with the family in front and hugged the grieving mother.
"What are you watching pet?"
Buffy jumped when she heard someone behind her. She knew who it was without turning around. She didn't exactly want to.
"Buffy?" He asked when she was silent.
Slowly she turned around to face him. She lifted her head up and looked into his eyes. He saw a fear tears sliding down her cheeks silently and wasn't sure what had made her cry. They stared for a minute, both hesitating. Buffy felt Spike taking her in his arms. She didn't try to pull away; she needed a shoulder to cry on.
"What's a matter luv?" He asked.
"Its just . . . I don't like funerals." Buffy said, gently sliding out of his grip.
She walked back a few steps. He watched her, feeling saddened that she didn't want his comfort. She stared before walking past him, brushing him on the shoulder. He turned and watched her walk off.
~*~
*Ring*Ring*
Buffy looked over at the phone. Slowly, she sat up in her bed and reached for it.
"Yeah?"
'Buffy, its Darla, is your mother home?'
Darla was Buffy's aunt, Faith's mom.
"Uh, no she's not. Want me to get her to call you back?"
'Thank you Buffy, that'd be great.'
"Okay. Bye."
'Bye.'
Buffy hung up the phone and rolled back to her previous spot on the bed. She looked next to her and picked up Mr. Gordo, her stuffed pig. Pulling him close to her, she looked over at a picture of two young girls. One with blonde hair, the other with a darker brown.
"Celia." Buffy whispered to no one but herself as she drifted off to sleep.
~*~
"Buffy? Buffy where are you?!" Nick yelled as he ran into Buffy's room.
Buffy sat up in her bed sleepily. She just stared at her brother as he came over to her.
"Where'd my car go? Did Spike take it without asking me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Nick."
"Yeah you do. Did Spike take my fucking car Buff?"
"Again I don't know what you're bloody talking about." Buffy said.
She covered her mouth with her hand. Did she just say bloody? Why would she say that? That's something Spike says. 'Oh god, I'm starting to talk like Spike.' She thought.
"Why?" She asked.
"My cars gone. It's missing and Spike is to. So my guess is he took it."
"Well . . . Why don't you just relax and wait for a bit. If he took it, I'm sure he'll bring it back." Buffy said.
"He better." Nick said and with that was out the door.
Just as he disappeared, Skye came into her room. She looked startled as Nick ran past her.
"Someone's in a hurry." She said and bounced onto the bed next to Buffy.
"Yeah. So, how'd you get in?"
"Back door was unlocked. Funeral today huh?"
"Yup. It was sad. It was only a little girl Skye. A little girl like Celia."
Skye looked at her friend as tears filled her eyes. She pulled her into a hug and rocked her back and forth.
"Awe Buff, don't cry."
"I'm . . . Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Your cousin dying was hard for you." Skye said. "Hey, lets say we go downstairs and get something to eat."
"Sounds yummy." Buffy said and stood up.
The two walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Spike was coming in the back door, looking a little shook up. Buffy watched as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.
"What's wrong Spike?" Skye asked, walking over to him.
"Accident." Spike said.
"Let me guess, my brother's car. You know he's going to kill you right?" Buffy said.
"Bloody hell." He said.
"How bad?" Buffy asked.
"Bad enough."
"Better stay away from him for a bit. Or pretend you didn't do it. Leave it somewhere and say it was stolen . . .Why am I helping you?" She said, stopping herself.
"Don't know, but I didn't think you had it in you." He said and disappeared out the back door.
"Buffy you got to make sure Spike doesn't get in trouble." Skye said, sitting next to her.
"He'll be fine Skye." Buffy said.
"Well, what now?"
"Don't know, weren't we getting food?"
"Right. Food." Skye said and stood up.
She looked through the cupboards, taking out anything that looked edible and placing it on the counter in front of Buffy. They got as much as they could carry and headed into the living room. They each took an end of the sofa and began to chow down while Buffy turned the TV onto the movie channel.
~*~
Spike quickly sat up at the sound of a bang. He looked next to him and in the other bed, Nick lay asleep contently. He placed his feet on the cool floor and quietly stood up, making his way out of the bedroom. As he headed down the stairs, he heard someone talking in the kitchen. Wondering who it was, he unnoticeably peeked into the kitchen. Buffy was down on the floor picking up pieces of glass. Spike walked over to her and bent down.
"Need some help luv?"
"No, I got it." Buffy said. "Owe." She said as a piece of glass dug into her finger, causing it to bleed.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked.
"Fine." She said, standing up.
He too stood and followed her over to the sink.
"Here, let me." He said, taking her hand in his.
He looked over the cut, taking notice of the piece of glass lodged into her finger. He let go of her hand and backed away a few steps.
"First AID kit?"
"Over there." She said, nodding to the dining room.
He left and came back carrying a small white box. He placed it on the small table and opened it. Picking her hand up again, he lead her over to a stool and she sat down. He carefully pulled the piece of glass out and wiped the blood away with a cloth.
"All better." He said and kissed it.
"Thanks." She said, standing.
"Wait, here." He said, handing her a Band-Aid.
She looked down at it in her hand, then back up to him.
"Could you? I'm right handed."
"O' course." He said.
Spike took her hand and unwrapped the Band-Aid before wrapping it around her finger. He looked up from her small hand and met her gaze. Slowly, he leaned his head down to hers and brushed her lips with his. Buffy never let her eyes leave his, until closing them and allowing herself to let go. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and she put hers around his neck. It felt so right to be in his arms, like everything made sense at last.
"Spike . . ." She whispered as she pulled back, still in his arms.
"Buffy . . ." He whispered back. "I love you."
"I'm sorry I can't do this." She cried running upstairs leaving Spike. "I'm sorry Spike."
~* I just want to say thanks to EmilyTheStrange, she "inspired" me lol . . . But really, she gave me some great ideas and really helped me out. Thanks again. And thanks to everyone that reviewed my story *~
~*~
The bell for lunch rang and Buffy walked out of class with Willow. She saw Angel over by his locker as the two started down the hall.
"Uh, Willow, I have to go get something from my locker. I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?" Buffy asked, stopping.
"Alright. See you." Willow said and walked off.
'You can do this Buffy.' Buffy thought as she approached Angel. 'He just wants to talk with you. He's not asking you to be with him.' Angel looked up when he felt someone's presence.
"Buffy." He said.
"Yeah." She said.
She watched as he put in his remaining books and closed the locker door. They started walking and headed out the door. Buffy walked a head a bit, sitting down by the water fountain. Angel followed and sat next to her.
"Its good to see you again." He said. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. But . . ."
"Its okay. I'm not asking for you to go out with me. It's too soon, I understand. After what I did I don't blame you."
"Then, what do you want Angel? What do I have that you want?"
"Your forgiveness. I just want my conscious to be clear."
"Its not that easy. What you did . . . It hurt me. I can't just forgive you, forget everything."
"I see." He said, looking away.
"I should go catch up with Willow. I guess I'll see you around Angel."
"Yeah." He said.
She stood up, looked at him once more and walked away. She was walking away from him this time.
~*~
Buffy walked into her house, throwing her bag onto the stairs. She walked into the kitchen in search of her mother. No one was in sight. She walked out the back door and made her way to the church door. She walked in, hearing her father's voice echo throughout the building. She quietly walked up to the big doors that led to the chapel. She opened them and looked in. It was someone's funeral. The family was in tears over whomever it was that had passed. Buffy was used to seeing this though, she understood now. When she was little, she would stand by the doors and watch as they carried out the casket. She didn't understand why they were burring a person. 'How can he breath?' She remembered asking her father. She watched as her father shook hands with the family in front and hugged the grieving mother.
"What are you watching pet?"
Buffy jumped when she heard someone behind her. She knew who it was without turning around. She didn't exactly want to.
"Buffy?" He asked when she was silent.
Slowly she turned around to face him. She lifted her head up and looked into his eyes. He saw a fear tears sliding down her cheeks silently and wasn't sure what had made her cry. They stared for a minute, both hesitating. Buffy felt Spike taking her in his arms. She didn't try to pull away; she needed a shoulder to cry on.
"What's a matter luv?" He asked.
"Its just . . . I don't like funerals." Buffy said, gently sliding out of his grip.
She walked back a few steps. He watched her, feeling saddened that she didn't want his comfort. She stared before walking past him, brushing him on the shoulder. He turned and watched her walk off.
~*~
*Ring*Ring*
Buffy looked over at the phone. Slowly, she sat up in her bed and reached for it.
"Yeah?"
'Buffy, its Darla, is your mother home?'
Darla was Buffy's aunt, Faith's mom.
"Uh, no she's not. Want me to get her to call you back?"
'Thank you Buffy, that'd be great.'
"Okay. Bye."
'Bye.'
Buffy hung up the phone and rolled back to her previous spot on the bed. She looked next to her and picked up Mr. Gordo, her stuffed pig. Pulling him close to her, she looked over at a picture of two young girls. One with blonde hair, the other with a darker brown.
"Celia." Buffy whispered to no one but herself as she drifted off to sleep.
~*~
"Buffy? Buffy where are you?!" Nick yelled as he ran into Buffy's room.
Buffy sat up in her bed sleepily. She just stared at her brother as he came over to her.
"Where'd my car go? Did Spike take it without asking me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Nick."
"Yeah you do. Did Spike take my fucking car Buff?"
"Again I don't know what you're bloody talking about." Buffy said.
She covered her mouth with her hand. Did she just say bloody? Why would she say that? That's something Spike says. 'Oh god, I'm starting to talk like Spike.' She thought.
"Why?" She asked.
"My cars gone. It's missing and Spike is to. So my guess is he took it."
"Well . . . Why don't you just relax and wait for a bit. If he took it, I'm sure he'll bring it back." Buffy said.
"He better." Nick said and with that was out the door.
Just as he disappeared, Skye came into her room. She looked startled as Nick ran past her.
"Someone's in a hurry." She said and bounced onto the bed next to Buffy.
"Yeah. So, how'd you get in?"
"Back door was unlocked. Funeral today huh?"
"Yup. It was sad. It was only a little girl Skye. A little girl like Celia."
Skye looked at her friend as tears filled her eyes. She pulled her into a hug and rocked her back and forth.
"Awe Buff, don't cry."
"I'm . . . Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Your cousin dying was hard for you." Skye said. "Hey, lets say we go downstairs and get something to eat."
"Sounds yummy." Buffy said and stood up.
The two walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Spike was coming in the back door, looking a little shook up. Buffy watched as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.
"What's wrong Spike?" Skye asked, walking over to him.
"Accident." Spike said.
"Let me guess, my brother's car. You know he's going to kill you right?" Buffy said.
"Bloody hell." He said.
"How bad?" Buffy asked.
"Bad enough."
"Better stay away from him for a bit. Or pretend you didn't do it. Leave it somewhere and say it was stolen . . .Why am I helping you?" She said, stopping herself.
"Don't know, but I didn't think you had it in you." He said and disappeared out the back door.
"Buffy you got to make sure Spike doesn't get in trouble." Skye said, sitting next to her.
"He'll be fine Skye." Buffy said.
"Well, what now?"
"Don't know, weren't we getting food?"
"Right. Food." Skye said and stood up.
She looked through the cupboards, taking out anything that looked edible and placing it on the counter in front of Buffy. They got as much as they could carry and headed into the living room. They each took an end of the sofa and began to chow down while Buffy turned the TV onto the movie channel.
~*~
Spike quickly sat up at the sound of a bang. He looked next to him and in the other bed, Nick lay asleep contently. He placed his feet on the cool floor and quietly stood up, making his way out of the bedroom. As he headed down the stairs, he heard someone talking in the kitchen. Wondering who it was, he unnoticeably peeked into the kitchen. Buffy was down on the floor picking up pieces of glass. Spike walked over to her and bent down.
"Need some help luv?"
"No, I got it." Buffy said. "Owe." She said as a piece of glass dug into her finger, causing it to bleed.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked.
"Fine." She said, standing up.
He too stood and followed her over to the sink.
"Here, let me." He said, taking her hand in his.
He looked over the cut, taking notice of the piece of glass lodged into her finger. He let go of her hand and backed away a few steps.
"First AID kit?"
"Over there." She said, nodding to the dining room.
He left and came back carrying a small white box. He placed it on the small table and opened it. Picking her hand up again, he lead her over to a stool and she sat down. He carefully pulled the piece of glass out and wiped the blood away with a cloth.
"All better." He said and kissed it.
"Thanks." She said, standing.
"Wait, here." He said, handing her a Band-Aid.
She looked down at it in her hand, then back up to him.
"Could you? I'm right handed."
"O' course." He said.
Spike took her hand and unwrapped the Band-Aid before wrapping it around her finger. He looked up from her small hand and met her gaze. Slowly, he leaned his head down to hers and brushed her lips with his. Buffy never let her eyes leave his, until closing them and allowing herself to let go. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and she put hers around his neck. It felt so right to be in his arms, like everything made sense at last.
"Spike . . ." She whispered as she pulled back, still in his arms.
"Buffy . . ." He whispered back. "I love you."
"I'm sorry I can't do this." She cried running upstairs leaving Spike. "I'm sorry Spike."
~* I just want to say thanks to EmilyTheStrange, she "inspired" me lol . . . But really, she gave me some great ideas and really helped me out. Thanks again. And thanks to everyone that reviewed my story *~
