A/N: Ok this is going to be a little bit of a short chapter and I'm going
to try and write as fast as I can so I can get this posted before I go to
dance. Thanks for the reviews, I really love them, and there is more to
Buffy's father raping her which I will get into this chapter. It's mostly
going to be about Buffy and Spike hopefully it won't be corny : ) and I
completely agree with Imzadi.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own Spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either
Rating: R, just for good measure
Chapter Six:
Buffy rested her head on Spike's shoulder and let herself be held. It felt nice, having someone holding her.
"Are you ok love?" Spike asked breaking the silence, he had been thinking about what Buffy had told him for the past ten minutes and he wanted to go and rip her fathers' throat out.
"Yeah I'm fine. Look, I don't have to be on duty for a couple of hours. Why don't we . . . I dunno, have breakfast or something?" Buffy asked feeling foolish
"I would love that"
Buffy reluctantly pulled herself away from Spike's grip and walked to the kitchen.
"Well we got coffee, and . . ." Buffy looked through her cupboards and found little else except for a pop tart, "Ooo a pop tart. S'mores" Buffy added as she looked at the package
"We can split it if you want"
"Nah, I'm fine pet, thanks anyway. I'll just have some of that coffee." Spike said sitting down at the table
Buffy made a pot of coffee and sat down at the table opposite of Spike.
"I think he's still alive." Buffy said quietly
"Who?"
"My father"
"Well let me tell you something love, if I ever see him I will rip his throat out.
Buffy couldn't help but smile weakly at the statement. She looked up at him, met his eyes, and found that there was no humor, he was completely serious.
"I think I would do that myself. But thanks for the offer."
"Anytime. So, if you don't mind my asking, how did you end up here?"
"We moved a lot, my father and I. That's all I remember. That and the-. I got away, somehow, I'm still not sure how I managed to, and I think he was passed out or something and the door was unlocked. Anyway, these cops found me and I was raised for a little while in foster homes until someone wanted me. It was getting to the point where I would hear the supervisors saying I would be here until I was eighteen because no one wants a foster teenager. Until one day, this woman came in, god she was the sweetest thing. Her name was Joyce and I guess she felt bad for me or something because she took me in. I stayed with her until I was about nineteen; I moved to the city and became a cop. I came home one weekend and found her dead on the couch. Turns out she was having problems with her brain, headaches and whatnot. She went in for surgery to get rid of a tumor and didn't tell me about it. I would have been there right by her side the entire time I would have found the time and been with her."
Spike came around the table and brushed a tear away from her eye. Buffy tried to push him away but he just drew her into an embrace and held her there.
"I took her maiden name as a sort of remembrance. I loved her, I really did." Buffy buried her head in Spike's shoulder again and wept
When her tears had dried up Spike looked at her face; red, blotchy but still beautiful.
"So why did you want to become a cop?" He asked
"Because I didn't want to be a victim"
"But you're not a victim"
"Then I wanted to stand for the people that are. No one deserves to go through what I went through. And I swear to god if I ever see my father's face I will kill him, I won't even hesitate." Buffy said getting up
"Look, I have to get ready to go into the station. You can, I don't know, crash here or something for a while if you want."
"That's alright love, I have work myself."
"Alright then. I was serious before, about you not telling anyone. Because if you do, I will kill you."
"How thrilling"
Buffy and Spike made it into Buffy's bedroom to pull some clothes on, they didn't say a word to each other and as Buffy made her way to the door she figured she may as well be courteous and say something before she left.
"I'll- uh, see ya"
"Yeah"
Buffy shut the door and Spike just stared at it in awe of the amazing woman that had just walked through before he gathered his things and made his way out.
A/N: I know it's really really short but I thought I'd leave you something before I left for dance, I cranked that out as fast as I could. I hope you liked it, it was mostly an info chapter, please review and I promise the next one will be longer : )
.:Faith:.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own Spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either
Rating: R, just for good measure
Chapter Six:
Buffy rested her head on Spike's shoulder and let herself be held. It felt nice, having someone holding her.
"Are you ok love?" Spike asked breaking the silence, he had been thinking about what Buffy had told him for the past ten minutes and he wanted to go and rip her fathers' throat out.
"Yeah I'm fine. Look, I don't have to be on duty for a couple of hours. Why don't we . . . I dunno, have breakfast or something?" Buffy asked feeling foolish
"I would love that"
Buffy reluctantly pulled herself away from Spike's grip and walked to the kitchen.
"Well we got coffee, and . . ." Buffy looked through her cupboards and found little else except for a pop tart, "Ooo a pop tart. S'mores" Buffy added as she looked at the package
"We can split it if you want"
"Nah, I'm fine pet, thanks anyway. I'll just have some of that coffee." Spike said sitting down at the table
Buffy made a pot of coffee and sat down at the table opposite of Spike.
"I think he's still alive." Buffy said quietly
"Who?"
"My father"
"Well let me tell you something love, if I ever see him I will rip his throat out.
Buffy couldn't help but smile weakly at the statement. She looked up at him, met his eyes, and found that there was no humor, he was completely serious.
"I think I would do that myself. But thanks for the offer."
"Anytime. So, if you don't mind my asking, how did you end up here?"
"We moved a lot, my father and I. That's all I remember. That and the-. I got away, somehow, I'm still not sure how I managed to, and I think he was passed out or something and the door was unlocked. Anyway, these cops found me and I was raised for a little while in foster homes until someone wanted me. It was getting to the point where I would hear the supervisors saying I would be here until I was eighteen because no one wants a foster teenager. Until one day, this woman came in, god she was the sweetest thing. Her name was Joyce and I guess she felt bad for me or something because she took me in. I stayed with her until I was about nineteen; I moved to the city and became a cop. I came home one weekend and found her dead on the couch. Turns out she was having problems with her brain, headaches and whatnot. She went in for surgery to get rid of a tumor and didn't tell me about it. I would have been there right by her side the entire time I would have found the time and been with her."
Spike came around the table and brushed a tear away from her eye. Buffy tried to push him away but he just drew her into an embrace and held her there.
"I took her maiden name as a sort of remembrance. I loved her, I really did." Buffy buried her head in Spike's shoulder again and wept
When her tears had dried up Spike looked at her face; red, blotchy but still beautiful.
"So why did you want to become a cop?" He asked
"Because I didn't want to be a victim"
"But you're not a victim"
"Then I wanted to stand for the people that are. No one deserves to go through what I went through. And I swear to god if I ever see my father's face I will kill him, I won't even hesitate." Buffy said getting up
"Look, I have to get ready to go into the station. You can, I don't know, crash here or something for a while if you want."
"That's alright love, I have work myself."
"Alright then. I was serious before, about you not telling anyone. Because if you do, I will kill you."
"How thrilling"
Buffy and Spike made it into Buffy's bedroom to pull some clothes on, they didn't say a word to each other and as Buffy made her way to the door she figured she may as well be courteous and say something before she left.
"I'll- uh, see ya"
"Yeah"
Buffy shut the door and Spike just stared at it in awe of the amazing woman that had just walked through before he gathered his things and made his way out.
A/N: I know it's really really short but I thought I'd leave you something before I left for dance, I cranked that out as fast as I could. I hope you liked it, it was mostly an info chapter, please review and I promise the next one will be longer : )
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