I hope you guys like this version even a tiny bit better because I would be
sad if you didn't.
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Buffy blushed slightly and answered in a clear voice...
"I want Spike to remember everything that has happened, even if that includes the memory his own death."
Joyce smiled at her daughter and started to turn away.
"Wait!" Buffy shouted at the retreating angel. "Is... Is Spike in heaven?" Joyce silently shook her head. Buffy's filled with tears. "He's in Hell?" Again Joyce shook her head.
"He is in between. He was too evil for heaven and too good for hell. So he is in the middle, just floating..." Buffy nodded, but shook her head quickly.
"Mom, I don't understand... He saved the world, more than once. What did he do to get denied heaven?"
Joyce laughed goodheartedly and Buffy wondered how her mother could laugh at her obvious sadness.
"My dear Buffy, it wasn't what he did. It was what he was. A demon. But he isn't a demon anymore. That thing has been gone for a very long time." Joyce reached out and touched her daughter's cheek. "Buffy, you always know what you're doing. You wouldn't fall in love with a mistake. I know that what you're doing is for the best." She reached behind her to pull out a single white feather. "It's about time you start doing what you want, not what they want."
Buffy fell into nothing. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Buffy unconsciously snuggled closer into the pair of arms that held her. Her eyes opened then widened as she saw a single white feather clutched in her small hand. The gasp that escaped her lips was soon followed by another, except it was from the man next to her.
"B-Buffy?" Spike asked quietly.
"Hey, Baby. Welcome home." She replied smiling softly as tears fell down her face. She tried to soak in every detail of his face, every scar, every speck of gold in his gorgeous blue eyes. The razor sharp cheek bones, the nose she had broken more than once, the every kissable lips.
"Where...are we." He whispered, never taking his eyes of Buffy as if afraid she would disappear if he looked away. Buffy took her eyes off of Spike for a few seconds to check out their surroundings. They were in her room in the Hyperion.
"We're in my room. How do you feel? I know I felt like throwing up when I was brought back." Spike's eyes widened almost comically.
"You... You brought me back?" He asked tears forming in his eyes.
Buffy's eyes widened too, "Oh, god, Spike. I'm so sorry. I'm so sor..." She was cut of when Spike suddenly attacked her in a huge hug and showered kisses all over her face.
"Thank you," he said, his voice muffled by her hair, "Thank you so much, thank you." She wrapped her arms around him just as tightly. "God, Buffy, I love you so much."
Buffy thought about some thing for a few seconds, then thought, I think too much. "I love you too, Spike.
He pulled back and looked at her in wonder and hope.
"What? I must be going deaf. I just thought you said you loved me." He said never taking his eyes off hers. She reached up to wipe away a tear that had fallen halfway down his face.
"I love you, Spike. You make me feel so... perfect, like I'm the most beautiful person in the world. But I realize now that that can't be possible. The most beautiful person in the world is right in front of me. I love you. This time I'm not playing around with your love. This time everyone finds out. No secret relationships going on behind their back. Deal?"
Spike tried to memorize this moment perfectly. He was holding the love of his unlife in his arms and she had just confessed her love to him. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She deepened it and he went along with it. He pulled back and smiled. "Deal."
Buffy blushed slightly and answered in a clear voice...
"I want Spike to remember everything that has happened, even if that includes the memory his own death."
Joyce smiled at her daughter and started to turn away.
"Wait!" Buffy shouted at the retreating angel. "Is... Is Spike in heaven?" Joyce silently shook her head. Buffy's filled with tears. "He's in Hell?" Again Joyce shook her head.
"He is in between. He was too evil for heaven and too good for hell. So he is in the middle, just floating..." Buffy nodded, but shook her head quickly.
"Mom, I don't understand... He saved the world, more than once. What did he do to get denied heaven?"
Joyce laughed goodheartedly and Buffy wondered how her mother could laugh at her obvious sadness.
"My dear Buffy, it wasn't what he did. It was what he was. A demon. But he isn't a demon anymore. That thing has been gone for a very long time." Joyce reached out and touched her daughter's cheek. "Buffy, you always know what you're doing. You wouldn't fall in love with a mistake. I know that what you're doing is for the best." She reached behind her to pull out a single white feather. "It's about time you start doing what you want, not what they want."
Buffy fell into nothing. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Buffy unconsciously snuggled closer into the pair of arms that held her. Her eyes opened then widened as she saw a single white feather clutched in her small hand. The gasp that escaped her lips was soon followed by another, except it was from the man next to her.
"B-Buffy?" Spike asked quietly.
"Hey, Baby. Welcome home." She replied smiling softly as tears fell down her face. She tried to soak in every detail of his face, every scar, every speck of gold in his gorgeous blue eyes. The razor sharp cheek bones, the nose she had broken more than once, the every kissable lips.
"Where...are we." He whispered, never taking his eyes of Buffy as if afraid she would disappear if he looked away. Buffy took her eyes off of Spike for a few seconds to check out their surroundings. They were in her room in the Hyperion.
"We're in my room. How do you feel? I know I felt like throwing up when I was brought back." Spike's eyes widened almost comically.
"You... You brought me back?" He asked tears forming in his eyes.
Buffy's eyes widened too, "Oh, god, Spike. I'm so sorry. I'm so sor..." She was cut of when Spike suddenly attacked her in a huge hug and showered kisses all over her face.
"Thank you," he said, his voice muffled by her hair, "Thank you so much, thank you." She wrapped her arms around him just as tightly. "God, Buffy, I love you so much."
Buffy thought about some thing for a few seconds, then thought, I think too much. "I love you too, Spike.
He pulled back and looked at her in wonder and hope.
"What? I must be going deaf. I just thought you said you loved me." He said never taking his eyes off hers. She reached up to wipe away a tear that had fallen halfway down his face.
"I love you, Spike. You make me feel so... perfect, like I'm the most beautiful person in the world. But I realize now that that can't be possible. The most beautiful person in the world is right in front of me. I love you. This time I'm not playing around with your love. This time everyone finds out. No secret relationships going on behind their back. Deal?"
Spike tried to memorize this moment perfectly. He was holding the love of his unlife in his arms and she had just confessed her love to him. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She deepened it and he went along with it. He pulled back and smiled. "Deal."