Kelly
Buffy lay in the large king-size bed later that night. She couldn't sleep. All she could think about is why her parents haven't tried to contact her. Even more, why Dawnie hasn't.
Spike slept peacefully beside her. The sound of his breathing filled the room. Buffy watched him in awe, trying to memorise ever single scar and crease on his face. They had less than six month's left until he would be leaving and there is no was that her parent's were going to fund her to finish the 'exchange' part of this deal.
Spike looked so calm in his sleep. Like the trouble's of the world were closed behind shut gates for those few hours of each day.
But tonight his peace was interrupted. His face screwed up and his looks of happiness changed to looks of fear and anger.
"No!" He cried out as he started tossing and turning; sending the bed covers flying everywhere.
"Spike, it's ok," Buffy said, trying not to panic at her boyfriend's sudden fit. He'd only just left his wheelchair and didn't need to injure himself again. "It's only a dream. Just a dream."
He didn't hear her desperate calls. Her tossed and turned, mumbling.
"No! Get away from her!"
"Spike, it's just a nightmare! I'm here and I'm fine!"
"Kelly!" Spike cried as he bolted up. He sat panting, beads of sweat pouring from his forehead.
Buffy couldn't help but feeling jealous, he was having dreams about other girls! She felt a rush of panic, what if Kelly was Spike's girlfriend back in England?
"It was just a dream," she reassured him, slipping her arm round his waist, hugging him tightly.
"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said shakily. Spike rubbed his eyes and brushed his fingers through his hair.
"Who's Kelly?"
Spike turned to look at his girlfriend and smiled slightly.
"She was my best friend back in England," he explained. "Why jealous, pet?"
"Of course not!" Buffy lied.
"I never went out with her if that's what you wanted to know. We were best mates since we were six."
"What happened?" Buffy didn't think this story had a happy ending. "You keep saying 'was'."
"When she was fourteen some idiot knocked her up, the kid was adopted by the father who turned out not to be sixteen as he'd said but twenty two."
"How awful!"
"That's not the worst part." Tears started to creep into the corners of Spike's eyes but he fought them; he never cried. "When she was sixteen she died. Murdered."
Buffy put her hand over her mouth in surprise. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She hugged Spike tightly. He hugged her back; needing the love and comfort she brought to him. "How did-"
"Cricket bat." He answered before she could finish.
"How did they get away with it?" Buffy couldn't believe that the world could be so bad. Sure bad thing's happened, but all to one person. Right?
"Nobody cares about kids in care, especially in the part of London I grew up in and one who hasn't been fostered in ten years. She was just one less kid to check in at night."
"That's so sad."
"Thing's happen," he shrugged. "Now why don't we get some sleep?"
Buffy nodded and snuggled up to his chest when he'd lay down. Neither of them really slept again that night. Spike's brain was drowning in the memories of his best friend. Buffy kept replaying Spike's words. How could a world that seemed so wonderful be so bad?
~~~
The other side of town a frightened eleven year old sat alone in her room. Curled up on her bed, trying to hide from the monsters that regularly visited her world.
Buffy lay in the large king-size bed later that night. She couldn't sleep. All she could think about is why her parents haven't tried to contact her. Even more, why Dawnie hasn't.
Spike slept peacefully beside her. The sound of his breathing filled the room. Buffy watched him in awe, trying to memorise ever single scar and crease on his face. They had less than six month's left until he would be leaving and there is no was that her parent's were going to fund her to finish the 'exchange' part of this deal.
Spike looked so calm in his sleep. Like the trouble's of the world were closed behind shut gates for those few hours of each day.
But tonight his peace was interrupted. His face screwed up and his looks of happiness changed to looks of fear and anger.
"No!" He cried out as he started tossing and turning; sending the bed covers flying everywhere.
"Spike, it's ok," Buffy said, trying not to panic at her boyfriend's sudden fit. He'd only just left his wheelchair and didn't need to injure himself again. "It's only a dream. Just a dream."
He didn't hear her desperate calls. Her tossed and turned, mumbling.
"No! Get away from her!"
"Spike, it's just a nightmare! I'm here and I'm fine!"
"Kelly!" Spike cried as he bolted up. He sat panting, beads of sweat pouring from his forehead.
Buffy couldn't help but feeling jealous, he was having dreams about other girls! She felt a rush of panic, what if Kelly was Spike's girlfriend back in England?
"It was just a dream," she reassured him, slipping her arm round his waist, hugging him tightly.
"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said shakily. Spike rubbed his eyes and brushed his fingers through his hair.
"Who's Kelly?"
Spike turned to look at his girlfriend and smiled slightly.
"She was my best friend back in England," he explained. "Why jealous, pet?"
"Of course not!" Buffy lied.
"I never went out with her if that's what you wanted to know. We were best mates since we were six."
"What happened?" Buffy didn't think this story had a happy ending. "You keep saying 'was'."
"When she was fourteen some idiot knocked her up, the kid was adopted by the father who turned out not to be sixteen as he'd said but twenty two."
"How awful!"
"That's not the worst part." Tears started to creep into the corners of Spike's eyes but he fought them; he never cried. "When she was sixteen she died. Murdered."
Buffy put her hand over her mouth in surprise. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She hugged Spike tightly. He hugged her back; needing the love and comfort she brought to him. "How did-"
"Cricket bat." He answered before she could finish.
"How did they get away with it?" Buffy couldn't believe that the world could be so bad. Sure bad thing's happened, but all to one person. Right?
"Nobody cares about kids in care, especially in the part of London I grew up in and one who hasn't been fostered in ten years. She was just one less kid to check in at night."
"That's so sad."
"Thing's happen," he shrugged. "Now why don't we get some sleep?"
Buffy nodded and snuggled up to his chest when he'd lay down. Neither of them really slept again that night. Spike's brain was drowning in the memories of his best friend. Buffy kept replaying Spike's words. How could a world that seemed so wonderful be so bad?
~~~
The other side of town a frightened eleven year old sat alone in her room. Curled up on her bed, trying to hide from the monsters that regularly visited her world.