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This is a few days after Damage
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Thanks for the awesome reviews. I love it!!! Yes, I'm totally begging for a Beta. I ain't English and totally new to this, writing I mean. Thanks MySweetAudria, I didn't realize that I had the setting on non-Anonymous
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Spike read the letter a few more times before it all sunk in. "Bloody hell," he muttered. Within the thousand feelings that hit his soul was the strongest that he wanted to rush over to Buffy and be with her. Spike stood up, but the emotions had drained him as he almost fell to the ground. He braced himself against the wall. He regained his composure and ran out of the room to Angel's office ignoring any of Harmony's comments. He noticed that Angel wasn't there and sat down in the leather seat behind the desk. He slid his chair back a few inches and opened a desk drawer. There were stacks of paper neatly placed in the drawer. He skimmed all the papers and before he rummaged through an other drawer. When he searched all the drawers he came to only one conclusion: "Bummer . . . No phone-number, no address. Nothing . . . Buffy really didn't trust him?" He raised an eye brow. "Blood hell, who would have thought."
He propped his feet up on the desk. Looking out on the city of Los Angeles he wondered about all weird stuff that had happened in the last year. "I love a Slayer, a Slayer loves me. I get a soul and then I finally die and come back as Gandalf. Gandalf?" He chuckled slightly before continuing his thoughts. "And now I'm gonna get a little girl who is gonna be a Slayer?"
He leaned back comfortably into the overstuffed leather chair and let himself drift off slightly, slowly fading into a daydream. First he was hurt, had felt only the deep pain of guilt and sorrow. He felt helpless when he had been manipulated by The First. It was the burden of having a soul. But then came the change. Love. He felt totally happy when he had been in her arms - and save. For some instances he also felt scared when he knew it in his guts that he was going to die in a horrible way. But he was in peace when he had felt his soul burn to do something right - to save the world - while he had the girl of his dreams holding in his hand. The girl who was there for him when he needed her the most while nobody had trusted him. Bloody hell, when he didn't even trust himself.
And now this. . . . this was beyond anything he had felt . . . it was indescribable . . . wonderful. Granted, the emotional experiences - the ones which came from his soul - were still very new to him and therefore it had felt exaggerated and sometimes overwhelming. Like a new born baby. But was this feeling exaggerated? Or was it real? He swallowed as a blood tear slid over his cheekbone.
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He imagined himself playing with his child. Learning her the first steps and how to cheat with poker. She learned him the newest dance moves and Justin Timberlake's newest single while he returned the favor with Frank Sinatra. The dream became more vivid . . .
He found himself in a tub with the baby. Spike smiled at the laughing, splashing baby and stroked her soft baby skin. Shaking some toys in front of her little cute face while her intrigued eyes following it anxiously. And after the bath he pulled her in a pink pj and brought her to bed after some cuddling. His eyes twinkled as he watched her sleep.
He was himself standing in the room craddling his little girl in his arms while his love watched them before she joined a deep hug . . .
***
He sighed as he came back to reality. The feelings were pure. A short smile featured his face. "Pink? Bloody hell, I'm feeling all girly now. There goes my rep." He chuckled. "Oh, well. As long that broody wanker doesn't know."
But this wasn't the only feeling he felt. There was more . . . Trust. He trusted Buffy with his life. To some extend also her friends, even though it was forced. //It's not that I did have that much choice, didn't I? I had no clue how to defeat The First Evil.\\ He knew he had to trust them so that they could save the world.
But this was different. Could he trust Xander enough to take care of this . . . something that was so important to him? In the past six years he had learned some things about the whelp. He knew people. In the last hundred years he had seen a lot about them. He could read them. He grinned. //Not to mention watching Passions. Bloody hell, I can actually feel for the characters.\\ He shook this realization out of his head to get back at the subject at hand. //The whelp . . . he would do anything to protect his friends and to help them.\\ He always needed to laugh as the others underestimated him. Especially when Angelus did.
But that brought him to the next question: did Xander consider him a friend? He was friendly in the letter, sure. Apparently the boy trusted him enough to tell him about his daughter. Spike chuckled. //And not Angel!\\ He stood up and sighed. //Doesn't matter. It's Buffy's child too. Buffy's his friend and she trusted him enough to let him go with nibblet. Besides, the boy would never joke about these things . . . not even to him. I've seen his parents. A drunken fool as a dad and a mother who isn't any better.\\
"So, bloody whelp is in Africa, huh?" he mumbled, "Wonder what this is all about . . ." he thought as his memories brought him back to the trial for his soul. He quickly snapped out of it and walked over to the windows. "Okay, lets wait a few days . . . Can't hurt that much . . ." He glanced through the sunshine protected glass and saw that it was getting dark. ". . . Let's do some shopping."
Feedback please. And give me a name, the nicest will be the winner.
This is a few days after Damage
*****
Thanks for the awesome reviews. I love it!!! Yes, I'm totally begging for a Beta. I ain't English and totally new to this, writing I mean. Thanks MySweetAudria, I didn't realize that I had the setting on non-Anonymous
Suggestions for a name?
*****
Spike read the letter a few more times before it all sunk in. "Bloody hell," he muttered. Within the thousand feelings that hit his soul was the strongest that he wanted to rush over to Buffy and be with her. Spike stood up, but the emotions had drained him as he almost fell to the ground. He braced himself against the wall. He regained his composure and ran out of the room to Angel's office ignoring any of Harmony's comments. He noticed that Angel wasn't there and sat down in the leather seat behind the desk. He slid his chair back a few inches and opened a desk drawer. There were stacks of paper neatly placed in the drawer. He skimmed all the papers and before he rummaged through an other drawer. When he searched all the drawers he came to only one conclusion: "Bummer . . . No phone-number, no address. Nothing . . . Buffy really didn't trust him?" He raised an eye brow. "Blood hell, who would have thought."
He propped his feet up on the desk. Looking out on the city of Los Angeles he wondered about all weird stuff that had happened in the last year. "I love a Slayer, a Slayer loves me. I get a soul and then I finally die and come back as Gandalf. Gandalf?" He chuckled slightly before continuing his thoughts. "And now I'm gonna get a little girl who is gonna be a Slayer?"
He leaned back comfortably into the overstuffed leather chair and let himself drift off slightly, slowly fading into a daydream. First he was hurt, had felt only the deep pain of guilt and sorrow. He felt helpless when he had been manipulated by The First. It was the burden of having a soul. But then came the change. Love. He felt totally happy when he had been in her arms - and save. For some instances he also felt scared when he knew it in his guts that he was going to die in a horrible way. But he was in peace when he had felt his soul burn to do something right - to save the world - while he had the girl of his dreams holding in his hand. The girl who was there for him when he needed her the most while nobody had trusted him. Bloody hell, when he didn't even trust himself.
And now this. . . . this was beyond anything he had felt . . . it was indescribable . . . wonderful. Granted, the emotional experiences - the ones which came from his soul - were still very new to him and therefore it had felt exaggerated and sometimes overwhelming. Like a new born baby. But was this feeling exaggerated? Or was it real? He swallowed as a blood tear slid over his cheekbone.
***
He imagined himself playing with his child. Learning her the first steps and how to cheat with poker. She learned him the newest dance moves and Justin Timberlake's newest single while he returned the favor with Frank Sinatra. The dream became more vivid . . .
He found himself in a tub with the baby. Spike smiled at the laughing, splashing baby and stroked her soft baby skin. Shaking some toys in front of her little cute face while her intrigued eyes following it anxiously. And after the bath he pulled her in a pink pj and brought her to bed after some cuddling. His eyes twinkled as he watched her sleep.
He was himself standing in the room craddling his little girl in his arms while his love watched them before she joined a deep hug . . .
***
He sighed as he came back to reality. The feelings were pure. A short smile featured his face. "Pink? Bloody hell, I'm feeling all girly now. There goes my rep." He chuckled. "Oh, well. As long that broody wanker doesn't know."
But this wasn't the only feeling he felt. There was more . . . Trust. He trusted Buffy with his life. To some extend also her friends, even though it was forced. //It's not that I did have that much choice, didn't I? I had no clue how to defeat The First Evil.\\ He knew he had to trust them so that they could save the world.
But this was different. Could he trust Xander enough to take care of this . . . something that was so important to him? In the past six years he had learned some things about the whelp. He knew people. In the last hundred years he had seen a lot about them. He could read them. He grinned. //Not to mention watching Passions. Bloody hell, I can actually feel for the characters.\\ He shook this realization out of his head to get back at the subject at hand. //The whelp . . . he would do anything to protect his friends and to help them.\\ He always needed to laugh as the others underestimated him. Especially when Angelus did.
But that brought him to the next question: did Xander consider him a friend? He was friendly in the letter, sure. Apparently the boy trusted him enough to tell him about his daughter. Spike chuckled. //And not Angel!\\ He stood up and sighed. //Doesn't matter. It's Buffy's child too. Buffy's his friend and she trusted him enough to let him go with nibblet. Besides, the boy would never joke about these things . . . not even to him. I've seen his parents. A drunken fool as a dad and a mother who isn't any better.\\
"So, bloody whelp is in Africa, huh?" he mumbled, "Wonder what this is all about . . ." he thought as his memories brought him back to the trial for his soul. He quickly snapped out of it and walked over to the windows. "Okay, lets wait a few days . . . Can't hurt that much . . ." He glanced through the sunshine protected glass and saw that it was getting dark. ". . . Let's do some shopping."
Feedback please. And give me a name, the nicest will be the winner.