AN: Here I am again, I'm sorry it takes so long every time... Mea culpa,
again.
Buffspike: I know it can seem confusing, but he doesn't have amnesia. There are rumours about his shooting in Sunnydale, amnesia is one of them and he uses it to his advantage. Courtney: Yeah, he's angry at the world right now. It gets better, I promise. Timeends: It seems so at the moment, doesn't it? *grins*
Alright, on with the story!
Chapter 25
Hard and sharp, that's the way to get on in life, that's the way to survive. Like a spike, hard and tough, that's how I'm supposed to be.
Spike was in his training session, but it was hard. He had made an exceptional student and his sensei drove him to his limits regularly. With his injuries he still couldn't go all the way in his efforts, but he was getting there slowly.
Buffy had watched as he practiced. She had heard from someone in class that 'Spike' was taking karate lessons. He had told her before the shooting he had been good.
"It seems you have a visitor, Spike." His sensei said.
"Who?"
"The blonde girl sitting on the bench."
"She must be here for you, sensei." Spike smiled. "I have no interest in her." He said loud enough so that everybody, especially Buffy, could hear his words.
"Always be grateful for the people around you, Spike. Otherwise you might need them someday and they turn their back on you. Don't let that happen because you are well on your way."
"Yes, sensei."
Sometimes he hated that Eastern Wisdom of his sensei so deeply it hurt him. Karate is defence, not made for fighting in itself. Calm and clear must your vision be, don't let it be blurred by hatred and so on and sofort. How could you live by such soddin' rules?
"Hi Will."
"Spike."
"Geez 'Spike', do you have to bite my head off every time we see each other. Believe it or not, but some people actually want to try to help you."
"I've seen that kind of help. I'm not taking therapy anymore, suddenly I'm a charity case and people I don't remember are for some unexplainable reason friendly to me."
"I don't know about the other people, but I'm trying to get it through your thick skull I used to know you."
She shoved a picture in his hands, only taken a few months ago. In the picture were a boy and girl laughing and smiling to the camera. He recognized the girl in front of him and the man he used to be.
"That was taken a week before you were shot."
"And now I have to feel something just because you show me this stupid photo? Sorry cheerleader, but I can't bark on command."
He gave her the picture back and thought to walk to the dressing room, but she was faster and blocked the way.
"I don't expect you to feel something, I expect you to at least try."
"Some other time, luv."
He pushed her aside and went inside. Buffy chocked back her tears. Her first attempt hadn't been as good as she had expected but she wasn't giving up.
*** Spike may not wanted anything to do with her, but Angel was still hung on Buffy. His obsession with Buffy lasted, although he had other girlfriends and was having fun. He thought he would be over her by now, hell, he had expected to be over her within five minutes. So, for punishment of still letting him ponder about her, Angel taunted the blonde girl.
"So, still no cheerleader, I see. Not made it to the team again?
"Fuck off, Angel."
"Maybe it's your reputation holding you back."
"Didn't you hear a word I said? Fuck off!"
"Or maybe, just maybe. . .you're just not good enough."
"You damn well know I'm good enough! Just because your bitch Harmony rules the squad, you don't have to act like she's all that. And what did you do to Dru?"
Druscilla had been moping for weeks after Spike got shot. After their last conversation it got even worse, until one day she actually smiled.
"Just keeping her happy, Buff, non of your business."
"Bastard." She spat in response.
She lashed out to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist before she came in contact with his face.
"That's not nice."
"Take on someone of your own size, poofter." Came a voice from a corner.
Angel turned around to see Spike standing there. Angel wasn't out for a confrontation, the less he was seen by the other man, the better. But this time he just couldn't resist.
"Let it go, man. She's not worth it and your fighting skills aren't really that good. You don't even know her name, do you?"
"Luv, honey, baby. . . all the names I need." Spike grinned, which left Angel furious.
"You're still a big softy, you know that?"
Suddenly he went down and had his arms and legs sprawled over the floor, a grinning Spike above him.
"Not so soft now, huh?" Spike turned to Buffy. "Come on luv, let's go."
A seething Angel was left behind.
Buffspike: I know it can seem confusing, but he doesn't have amnesia. There are rumours about his shooting in Sunnydale, amnesia is one of them and he uses it to his advantage. Courtney: Yeah, he's angry at the world right now. It gets better, I promise. Timeends: It seems so at the moment, doesn't it? *grins*
Alright, on with the story!
Chapter 25
Hard and sharp, that's the way to get on in life, that's the way to survive. Like a spike, hard and tough, that's how I'm supposed to be.
Spike was in his training session, but it was hard. He had made an exceptional student and his sensei drove him to his limits regularly. With his injuries he still couldn't go all the way in his efforts, but he was getting there slowly.
Buffy had watched as he practiced. She had heard from someone in class that 'Spike' was taking karate lessons. He had told her before the shooting he had been good.
"It seems you have a visitor, Spike." His sensei said.
"Who?"
"The blonde girl sitting on the bench."
"She must be here for you, sensei." Spike smiled. "I have no interest in her." He said loud enough so that everybody, especially Buffy, could hear his words.
"Always be grateful for the people around you, Spike. Otherwise you might need them someday and they turn their back on you. Don't let that happen because you are well on your way."
"Yes, sensei."
Sometimes he hated that Eastern Wisdom of his sensei so deeply it hurt him. Karate is defence, not made for fighting in itself. Calm and clear must your vision be, don't let it be blurred by hatred and so on and sofort. How could you live by such soddin' rules?
"Hi Will."
"Spike."
"Geez 'Spike', do you have to bite my head off every time we see each other. Believe it or not, but some people actually want to try to help you."
"I've seen that kind of help. I'm not taking therapy anymore, suddenly I'm a charity case and people I don't remember are for some unexplainable reason friendly to me."
"I don't know about the other people, but I'm trying to get it through your thick skull I used to know you."
She shoved a picture in his hands, only taken a few months ago. In the picture were a boy and girl laughing and smiling to the camera. He recognized the girl in front of him and the man he used to be.
"That was taken a week before you were shot."
"And now I have to feel something just because you show me this stupid photo? Sorry cheerleader, but I can't bark on command."
He gave her the picture back and thought to walk to the dressing room, but she was faster and blocked the way.
"I don't expect you to feel something, I expect you to at least try."
"Some other time, luv."
He pushed her aside and went inside. Buffy chocked back her tears. Her first attempt hadn't been as good as she had expected but she wasn't giving up.
*** Spike may not wanted anything to do with her, but Angel was still hung on Buffy. His obsession with Buffy lasted, although he had other girlfriends and was having fun. He thought he would be over her by now, hell, he had expected to be over her within five minutes. So, for punishment of still letting him ponder about her, Angel taunted the blonde girl.
"So, still no cheerleader, I see. Not made it to the team again?
"Fuck off, Angel."
"Maybe it's your reputation holding you back."
"Didn't you hear a word I said? Fuck off!"
"Or maybe, just maybe. . .you're just not good enough."
"You damn well know I'm good enough! Just because your bitch Harmony rules the squad, you don't have to act like she's all that. And what did you do to Dru?"
Druscilla had been moping for weeks after Spike got shot. After their last conversation it got even worse, until one day she actually smiled.
"Just keeping her happy, Buff, non of your business."
"Bastard." She spat in response.
She lashed out to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist before she came in contact with his face.
"That's not nice."
"Take on someone of your own size, poofter." Came a voice from a corner.
Angel turned around to see Spike standing there. Angel wasn't out for a confrontation, the less he was seen by the other man, the better. But this time he just couldn't resist.
"Let it go, man. She's not worth it and your fighting skills aren't really that good. You don't even know her name, do you?"
"Luv, honey, baby. . . all the names I need." Spike grinned, which left Angel furious.
"You're still a big softy, you know that?"
Suddenly he went down and had his arms and legs sprawled over the floor, a grinning Spike above him.
"Not so soft now, huh?" Spike turned to Buffy. "Come on luv, let's go."
A seething Angel was left behind.