Copy right..... Joss', .... I can only borrow them... restraining order..
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~Amends 3~
Spike stood on the back porch of Casa Summers with an unlit cigarette in his hand. He didn't really feel like smoking, but it was his only way out of the ackward situation in the living room. Sighing, he tilted his head back and gazed up at the dark, star-less night sky.
"Even they were smart enough to get outta Sunnyhell." he murmered aloud, referring to the stars.
"Guess that makes us the doofuses..or doofi, maybe?" He looked up to see Willow next to him, leaning against the same railing that he did. She was looking ahead thoughtfully, most likely still pondering the plural form of 'doofus'.
" 'ello, Red." He looked over at the witch, who looked back at him and smiled tiredly. He looked back up at the lack of stars, but felt her gaze stay on him, and within a few minutes, he looked over at her again.
"Something you need to say, Willow? 'Cause usually, I assume it's my chiseled face and rippled stomach that keep most birds staring. But well, you're not most birds." He raised a scarred eyebrow questioningly.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them they looked sadder, more distant. "Spike, is it wrong that I miss her? It feels wrong." Her eyes were red rimmed and filled with tears. Spike stood there for a minute, trying to figure out what she meant ; Kennedy was probably right inside.... then he got it.
"Tara.." he trailed off as she nodded her head, a few rebel tears rolling down her face.
"It hurts. I need her so much, that it makes losing this battle sound like the pefect solution, because I'd see her again. But we'd all be dead and I know she wouldn't want that. So I'm torn between dying for her, or living for her. And I know I should be happy, and I should try to love Kennedy, but I can't. I'm too busy missing her." She stood there looking at Spike, as he lit up the cigarette in his hand.
"I do too, sometimes. When us lot are all bloody happy, or not nearly happy enough. I think can hear her laughing with us. Like a nightingale, so light but so strong. She was special, your girl was." He took a drag off of his cigarette, and then threw it to the ground, stomping it out. Spike looked up at Willow, who layed limply on the railing, tears freely cascading down her cheeks, and she was trying her best not to let a sob escape. Cautiously, he approached her and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder, before fully slipping a strong arm around her back.
Sniffling, she pulled herself into his one armed embrace, settleing her head on his chest and both of her arms around his waist. "Spike?" she asked in a little voice.
"Yeah, Red?"
"Thanks." She couldn't help but smile into his shirt. Of all the friends she'd make, she never figured Spike would be one of them.
"No problem, love." Spike pulled both arms around her shoulders and, resting his chin on her head, looked ahead into the starless night sky.
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A/N- In case you can't tell, this s Spillow (I like that lol,) friendship, and nothing else. Since this fic is gonna stay short, I think I'm gonna wrap it up with the next chapter. Its gonna be heavily Spuffy.
Reviews motivate me to write faster, so keep that in mind ;)
~Amends 3~
Spike stood on the back porch of Casa Summers with an unlit cigarette in his hand. He didn't really feel like smoking, but it was his only way out of the ackward situation in the living room. Sighing, he tilted his head back and gazed up at the dark, star-less night sky.
"Even they were smart enough to get outta Sunnyhell." he murmered aloud, referring to the stars.
"Guess that makes us the doofuses..or doofi, maybe?" He looked up to see Willow next to him, leaning against the same railing that he did. She was looking ahead thoughtfully, most likely still pondering the plural form of 'doofus'.
" 'ello, Red." He looked over at the witch, who looked back at him and smiled tiredly. He looked back up at the lack of stars, but felt her gaze stay on him, and within a few minutes, he looked over at her again.
"Something you need to say, Willow? 'Cause usually, I assume it's my chiseled face and rippled stomach that keep most birds staring. But well, you're not most birds." He raised a scarred eyebrow questioningly.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them they looked sadder, more distant. "Spike, is it wrong that I miss her? It feels wrong." Her eyes were red rimmed and filled with tears. Spike stood there for a minute, trying to figure out what she meant ; Kennedy was probably right inside.... then he got it.
"Tara.." he trailed off as she nodded her head, a few rebel tears rolling down her face.
"It hurts. I need her so much, that it makes losing this battle sound like the pefect solution, because I'd see her again. But we'd all be dead and I know she wouldn't want that. So I'm torn between dying for her, or living for her. And I know I should be happy, and I should try to love Kennedy, but I can't. I'm too busy missing her." She stood there looking at Spike, as he lit up the cigarette in his hand.
"I do too, sometimes. When us lot are all bloody happy, or not nearly happy enough. I think can hear her laughing with us. Like a nightingale, so light but so strong. She was special, your girl was." He took a drag off of his cigarette, and then threw it to the ground, stomping it out. Spike looked up at Willow, who layed limply on the railing, tears freely cascading down her cheeks, and she was trying her best not to let a sob escape. Cautiously, he approached her and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder, before fully slipping a strong arm around her back.
Sniffling, she pulled herself into his one armed embrace, settleing her head on his chest and both of her arms around his waist. "Spike?" she asked in a little voice.
"Yeah, Red?"
"Thanks." She couldn't help but smile into his shirt. Of all the friends she'd make, she never figured Spike would be one of them.
"No problem, love." Spike pulled both arms around her shoulders and, resting his chin on her head, looked ahead into the starless night sky.
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A/N- In case you can't tell, this s Spillow (I like that lol,) friendship, and nothing else. Since this fic is gonna stay short, I think I'm gonna wrap it up with the next chapter. Its gonna be heavily Spuffy.
Reviews motivate me to write faster, so keep that in mind ;)