Hey! This is not a whole story, it is a collection of little fics that I have written about Buffy. It is not a series, but I tried to put them in order that they occurred in the series. Most of these are single stories, but the first two are a two-part thing. Please feel free to review and tell me that you like it or if you think that it is crap, I always enjoy reviews even if it is criticism, as long as it is constructive, I have yet to have a flamer, but there is a first for everything.
This first one takes place after Bodies, or somewhere right after Joyce's death.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plots, though I do wish I did. Joss is God, this is his universe, I just get to play in it for a while.
What Are Friends For
She walked thru the cemetery. Tears streaked her face. She was in no condition to be patrolling, but it was her sacred duty and she needed to take her frustrations and pains out on something, anything.
She was near the heart of the cemetery and she saw the crypt. She knew he was inside and she ignored it, or at least tried to until he came out.
He was about to make a smart-ass remark like always, but stopped when he saw her tears. "Sl- Buffy what's wrong?" Sympathy clearly in his voice.
She moved from his attempt to take her in his arms, "Nothing, you wouldn't care."
"Did something happen to Joyce?" at that she began to sob loudly. "Oh God it did! Buffy, what happened?"
She gave in and he wrapped his arms around her, "She-" Buffy couldn't bring herself to say the word.
"What happened, Luv? You can tell me."
His words were soothing and she found courage to say it, "Died" With that she buried her head in his shoulder with a sob.
"Oh God Buffy, I'm so sorry." His words were true. He began to cry as well. If he was so sad then how must Buffy feel? Her mother, the woman that gave her life and raised her into the great Slayer she is, is dead.
Words have escaped both of them as they stood in each other's arms. His tears fell on her head and hers on his shoulder. He kisses her hair and brought her back to Earth. "Does Giles know you're here?"
"No, I snuck out." She whispered into his Duster.
He looks down at her back, she would have fallen if she wasn't leaning on him and if his strong arms hadn't been holding her firm against him, not for pleasure, but support. "You need to go home, you're in no condition to be out patrolling." His voice was firm, yet loving.
"I can't." She said simply then, "I found her on the couch, I can't go back, not tonight."
She looked up at him with her big reddened hazel eyes that held the question she wouldn't dare to ask under normal circumstances. He saw it and asked her first, "Do you want to stay in the crypt?"
She gave a slight nod and moved her head back to his shoulder. She mumbled, "Thank you," barley auditable for even Spike
"What are friends for?" he decided she couldn't walk without help so he picked her up behind the knees and under her arms and when her head was nestled on his shoulder he moved her inside his crypt.
