"Buffy?" Spike yelled out. She just had to be in the park. She had to be.
"Buffy?" he screamed louder.
She thought she heard her name being called. 'It's just my mind,' she thought, while swinging back and forth on the black swing. Her mind was in a big swirl. Why was being happy so hard?
Spike walked through the cold. Even with his duster on, the draftiness went straight to his bones. She saw her. How could he not miss her? She was so beautiful, breathtaking really. "Buffy," he said, lighting up a cigarette. He saw her. She was on the swing. He let out a sigh. At least she didn't run away...or that far, really. He slowly walked up to her. "You look cold, love," his voice broke her zombie like gaze at the ground. "What? Huh? No. I can't feel anything." Yes, her body might be cold, but it didn't register in her head. She was shivering. "Kitten, you're freezing. Here, use my duster." She smiled and took it.
He sat down on the other swing, right beside her. "You okay?" She shrugged. "Does it matter?" She ran her shoe through the grass. "I mean, by the way my luck plays out, I probably will never be truly happy." Spike snapped, "Buffy, you have to stop thinkin' like that. Life isn't easy. It was never meant to be that way. You have to get over your slump. I love you. I have since the first day I saw you." He braked. "You have to work to be happy. And...I want to help you, be happy, that is." She shivered. "I don't deserve you. Nobody-nobody has ever come after me before. They would just leave me out here. Not caring." She took his hand that he offered her. "I love you," she whispered. He replied, "I love you, too."
They walked up the stairs together, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. They walked into Buffy's flat, without noticing Giles standing outside of his door.
"How could they ever forgive me?" Giles asked out loud. Joyce said to him, after returning deeper than he left, that he couldn't have any more of her, until he fixed everything. This was going to be one hell of a problem to fix. Mustering all the courage he had, he walked over to Buffy's. He knocked. Nothing. He knocked again. "Come in," came a giggling voice. He opened the door. The two were on the couch, snuggled up together watching a comedy movie. Buffy looked over at the once loved neighbor. "If you're here to rain on our parade, then just leave." His words came out in a rush, "No. It's not that at all, I just want to say." He cleaned his glasses.
Spike got impatient. "You'd like to say what?" Giles hesitated. "I-uh-I didn't mean what I said." He thought about it, "Well, yes I did. But I didn't mean it so rude. I love you, Buffy, and I don't-don't want to see anything bad happen to you. And Willi-Spike. You know I love you and, after all I heard, I just thought. With your destructive tendencies, I just, I don't want either of you to get hurt." Buffy sighed. Nope. She could never ever stay mad at him, just like Spike. Maybe it was in their genes. "I don't hate you, Giles. It just hurt me that-I love Spike, so much, and it hurt that you didn't accept that." Giles smiled. "I understand now. I think. It's just that both of you have been so consumed in pain, that mixing you together, would be like bloody chaos." They all shared a reflective nod. "Thou ist forgiven. Now go." Buffy said, fleeing Giles off. "Go and do the freaky with my mom." She shuddered at the thought. "You sure?" They both nodded. "Just...be quiet. Please? I mean, the walls are pretty thin. Thank God we're over here." She looked over at Spike and winked.
She laid in bed, resting her head on Spike's naked chest. "I'm glad everything's normal. I can't say again, because it was never normal in the first place, but yea. And." Spike hushed her with his lips. "Don't ruin it, love." She smacked him playfully. "I could never ruin this!" He sighed. "No. No you couldn't. We're too..." She finished for him, "Perfect?" He smiled. "'Xatly what I was gonna say."
"You feel better?" he asked. "Yea. Tons. I'm in my Spike heaven," she answered him
"I love you," he whispered into her ear, tickling it. "I love you more," she replied, intertwining her fingers with his. She was happy now. Well, content at least. She was with her friend. Lover. Soul mate. And nothing could take him away from her. Nothing.
She thought she heard her name being called. 'It's just my mind,' she thought, while swinging back and forth on the black swing. Her mind was in a big swirl. Why was being happy so hard?
Spike walked through the cold. Even with his duster on, the draftiness went straight to his bones. She saw her. How could he not miss her? She was so beautiful, breathtaking really. "Buffy," he said, lighting up a cigarette. He saw her. She was on the swing. He let out a sigh. At least she didn't run away...or that far, really. He slowly walked up to her. "You look cold, love," his voice broke her zombie like gaze at the ground. "What? Huh? No. I can't feel anything." Yes, her body might be cold, but it didn't register in her head. She was shivering. "Kitten, you're freezing. Here, use my duster." She smiled and took it.
He sat down on the other swing, right beside her. "You okay?" She shrugged. "Does it matter?" She ran her shoe through the grass. "I mean, by the way my luck plays out, I probably will never be truly happy." Spike snapped, "Buffy, you have to stop thinkin' like that. Life isn't easy. It was never meant to be that way. You have to get over your slump. I love you. I have since the first day I saw you." He braked. "You have to work to be happy. And...I want to help you, be happy, that is." She shivered. "I don't deserve you. Nobody-nobody has ever come after me before. They would just leave me out here. Not caring." She took his hand that he offered her. "I love you," she whispered. He replied, "I love you, too."
They walked up the stairs together, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. They walked into Buffy's flat, without noticing Giles standing outside of his door.
"How could they ever forgive me?" Giles asked out loud. Joyce said to him, after returning deeper than he left, that he couldn't have any more of her, until he fixed everything. This was going to be one hell of a problem to fix. Mustering all the courage he had, he walked over to Buffy's. He knocked. Nothing. He knocked again. "Come in," came a giggling voice. He opened the door. The two were on the couch, snuggled up together watching a comedy movie. Buffy looked over at the once loved neighbor. "If you're here to rain on our parade, then just leave." His words came out in a rush, "No. It's not that at all, I just want to say." He cleaned his glasses.
Spike got impatient. "You'd like to say what?" Giles hesitated. "I-uh-I didn't mean what I said." He thought about it, "Well, yes I did. But I didn't mean it so rude. I love you, Buffy, and I don't-don't want to see anything bad happen to you. And Willi-Spike. You know I love you and, after all I heard, I just thought. With your destructive tendencies, I just, I don't want either of you to get hurt." Buffy sighed. Nope. She could never ever stay mad at him, just like Spike. Maybe it was in their genes. "I don't hate you, Giles. It just hurt me that-I love Spike, so much, and it hurt that you didn't accept that." Giles smiled. "I understand now. I think. It's just that both of you have been so consumed in pain, that mixing you together, would be like bloody chaos." They all shared a reflective nod. "Thou ist forgiven. Now go." Buffy said, fleeing Giles off. "Go and do the freaky with my mom." She shuddered at the thought. "You sure?" They both nodded. "Just...be quiet. Please? I mean, the walls are pretty thin. Thank God we're over here." She looked over at Spike and winked.
She laid in bed, resting her head on Spike's naked chest. "I'm glad everything's normal. I can't say again, because it was never normal in the first place, but yea. And." Spike hushed her with his lips. "Don't ruin it, love." She smacked him playfully. "I could never ruin this!" He sighed. "No. No you couldn't. We're too..." She finished for him, "Perfect?" He smiled. "'Xatly what I was gonna say."
"You feel better?" he asked. "Yea. Tons. I'm in my Spike heaven," she answered him
"I love you," he whispered into her ear, tickling it. "I love you more," she replied, intertwining her fingers with his. She was happy now. Well, content at least. She was with her friend. Lover. Soul mate. And nothing could take him away from her. Nothing.