1 Title: She Wont Stay, But I Will- Part Two
2 Author: StarCat13
3 Rating: PG13
Feedback: I got a bad review recently and that hurt, so if you don't have anything nice to don't say anything at all. AKA No flames!!!! Other than that positive reviews are more then welcome
Distribution: I'd be honored to be archived somewhere. Please ask first though.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. But I can guarantee Spike and Xander are gonna have more fun in this fic then any Ep. Just kidding. They belong to the omniscient and almighty Joss Whedon and crew.
Author's Note: Slashy Smoochage!! If your offended by slash don't read this and NO FLAMES!!
**
He had the sudden urge to kiss Spike. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe to suppress the feelings. 'Bad Xander' he thought.
"Hey, Xan, are you okay? Ya look a bit pale."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Spike backed up then stood, offering his hand to him. The sitting man took it. Just then Buffy came running toward them.
"Guys! It's Anya, she got attacked by the demon."
**
Everyone stood in the waiting room. Giles looked more nervous than usual. He kept cleaning his glasses every couple minutes. Xander sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Buffy looked ashamed even though Xander insisted that it wasn't her fault. She was next to a very concerned Willow andTara went to get snacks for the group from the cafeteria. As for Spike; he sat next the sad boy, acting surprisingly protective. The doctor walked out of the office and confronted the group.
"Miss Anya should be fine. She has a nasty bump on her head and a sprained wrist but other then that every things normal. Are any of you family?"
Xander spoke up while standing, "She has no living family. I'm her fiancé and these are her closest friends." He said waving toward the collection of people.
"Alright, you can go in and see her but I recommend two at a time until we can make sure she has no additional injuries."
Spike got up immediately grabbing Xander's arm and pulling him towards the room. Before they entered the vampire took him aside.
"Listen, I am sorry about your girl, right. Let's go." He said quickly. And he left Xander looking after him in confusion.
**
Xander had spent a couple days nursing Anya back to heath and she was now well to move around on her own, but something wasn't right. So they talked,
"Before I got attacked that demon Buffy and I had a discussion. She said that if we want to leave we can. We can get out of Sunnydale and live hellmouth free! A normal life, Xander, aren't you excited?" Anya said everything so quickly that it took a second to process.
"An, honey." He started. Oh boy this was gonna be difficult. What to say to someone who, a couple years ago, thought no sex meant no relationship.
"I'm sorry but, I'm not leaving. As much as I want us to lead a normal life, our friends need us here. Buffy and Willow and everyone; they're my family."
"Oh, come on. What do they need you for. I mean neither of us has any powers. We're in the way." At Anya's harsh comment, Xander's stomach wrenched.
"No. I'm not in the way. If you want to go so much, it'll have to be without me." He replied reluctantly.
The ex-demon put on her stubborn face, "Fine. I'll do that."
Xander sighed sadly, "Listen, I love you and I want to be with you, so let me sleep on it and we'll talk in the morning. Alright, baby?"
"Uh, huh. 'night" She said, still determined not to give in.
Xander sighed again, 'maybe I should go with Anya. I can always visit my friends. What else is here for me? I'll talk to Anya tomorrow.' He thought as he drifted off to sleep.
**
His dreams were filled with a certain bleach blond. Xander's eyes popped open, 'Bad Xander', he thought for the second time that week. He walked into the living room and did a double take when he saw that half their stuff was gone. 'The apartment was robbed' was the first thing that came to mind. That is until he found the note.
**
"She just left? Without saying goodbye?" Buffy asked.
"Just this note." He answered. It had been almost a week before he'd decided it was time to stop moping and lying on his ass. He had to tell the others that she was gone some time, why not now?
*
Xander looked heartbroken, and Spike didn't blame him. He knew what it was like to have someone you care about leave. It wasn't right, even if it was the whelp on the receiving end. Especially if it was Xander. 'Bad Will' he thought to himself. He was thinking nice things about Xan again. The vampire mentally kicked himself. Yeah, that did it, he didn't give a damn now. 'Nope, not a bit', he tried convincing his stubborn mind. No matter how he cared for the boy or how hot Xander looked with that shirt on, he wouldn't doing anything about it. He swore to himself before his death that he would stay away from all men. Pain from long ago crept to the surface overtook all his senses and he was once again back in the 1880's.
**
London, England 1880
**
Another day, another rejection. William had been standing next to Randolph Robinson when, once again, Randolph decided to embarrass him. The older man grabbed Will's poem and read it for all to hear and laugh at. I wouldn't be the first time, nor the last, that the snobby man poked fun at his work. His writing wasn't very good but it was his own and they had no take it from him like that. He kicked up some dirt in the road, feeling very rebellious when he saw how he'd dirtied his pants and shoes. Then the human sighed, how could he take this much longer. William felt about ready to snap. All his anger welled up and burst out in the form of a cry and an off punch at nothing. He needed out; someplace away from the jeering faces of the rich and suave. His out came when he walked in the front door of his home. Mother greeted him as usual and handed him his mail. One was addressed 'Mister William Joseph Hampton Junior'. William seldom got letters so he eagerly torn the paper open. It was his friend Daniel. Danny lived about three towns over from London. He used to live next to Martha(Will's mom) but his family moved. Last time he'd seen Danny was when he was ten. The boy, now a man, was holding a party to celebrate his twenty- seventh birthday. William was invited and very excited about that. He noticed the return address had changed. His childhood mate lived about fifty miles away. Wow, no wonder they'd never run into each other. It would take a day just to get there. The party was to be held in two days but the invitation said he could come early. So the overly joyous poet informed his mother of the plans and packed.
**
Morning came not soon enough for Mr. Hampton. He stretched himself then grabbed his bags. Not wanting to wake his mum or sister, he left quietly. He hailed a coach gave the driver directions. The boy apparently hadn't gotten enough sleep because he was soon asleep again. The coach hit a rut and this woke William in time to see Daniel's house. They stopped in front of the building and he got out after paying for the ride. The man knocked on the door nervously and it opened immediately. A handsome bloke with a large smile stood there. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a tall thin body. William could barely introduce himself when he saw the man before him. He didn't have to though.
"Ah. William! Come in." Daniel said.
Once bags had been settled in the guest room, which had taken and hour because of his day dreams, it was off to dining. It was seven o'clock when they sat down to eat and for some reason things just weren't flowing in the 'comfortable talking' department. Soon eight rolled around and Will excused himself, saying he was tired from his journey.
**
He'd just settled down when someone knocked on the door. William stood up and walked to the door, then opened it. Daniel asked if he could come in. The young poet nodded his head and stepped aside. Once inside he began to speak.
"Listen. I noticed that things were quite uncomfortable at dinner. I wanted to talk about current events in your life." He sat on the chair in the corner.
"Tell me how are Kat and your mother doing?"
"Very well. Thank you." Will answered. This started a long conversation. They talked until very late in the night. 'Twas almost two a.m. before they wound down.
"Oh! Remember the time you broke your arm climbing that awful tree." Danny asked.
"Unfortunately I do." He said. It had been summer, and back then Will was the idea boy. All the kids in their neighborhood went to him for exciting or adventurous things to do. That day was the hottest England had ever seen. Will suggested they all take turns jumping from a large tree into the lake. He went first, then Danny, and the rest eagerly followed. When Will went for a second go, however, he lost his balance and fell backward on his arm. He'd contemplated life after that and soon (after Danny moved) decided that it wasn't worth it to risk death on such foolish games. It was then that he became a writer. Oh, Will had written before and he liked it, had the passion for it; but up until that day he had never thought about devoting his existence to it. So he ran the library and wrote poems on the side. A safe way to live.
"Well, I'd better get to sleep if I want to be awake for my own party. This has been great. I'd almost forgotten what a good friend you are." Daniel gave him a shy smile.
"Goodnight." He answered. But that wasn't all. Danny leaned in and kissed him. Kissed him! For goodness sakes he'd barely had a peck on the cheek from a woman and this was on the lips. Will told himself it was wrong but his lips just weren't getting the message. He kissed the man back. It was slow but quickly heated up. It wasn't until he felt Danny's tongue seek entrance to his mouth before he panicked.
"Oh. Dear!" He stood up.
"I.I've got to go. Um. good day." And he ran. Like the complete nance he was, just ran. Caught a coach and went home.
**
'What do I do?' He thought. 'I mean it's Danny. Should I write and ask him what it meant or should I wait and see if he contacts me?' He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It felt so good and right. Now that he'd thought it over, he wished he hadn't run away.
Unfortunately William decided to wait and see if his friend would write him. He continued to pretend he was in love with Cecily. That was his undoing of course. While the love was faked, it still hurt to be rejected. Which lead him to Dru, or her to him rather. After becoming a vampire he still thought of Danny til this day and regretted not finding him. Now he was dead, had been for years, and it still pained Spike not knowing what he could have had.
**
"Spike?
"Spike?" She said again.
"Huh? Wha?"
"I said are you gonna just stand there?" Buffy asked.
"Um."
"I hate to say this but; are you all right Spike?"
"I'm fine. Just fine."
**&&*****
TBC.......
2 Author: StarCat13
3 Rating: PG13
Feedback: I got a bad review recently and that hurt, so if you don't have anything nice to don't say anything at all. AKA No flames!!!! Other than that positive reviews are more then welcome
Distribution: I'd be honored to be archived somewhere. Please ask first though.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. But I can guarantee Spike and Xander are gonna have more fun in this fic then any Ep. Just kidding. They belong to the omniscient and almighty Joss Whedon and crew.
Author's Note: Slashy Smoochage!! If your offended by slash don't read this and NO FLAMES!!
**
He had the sudden urge to kiss Spike. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe to suppress the feelings. 'Bad Xander' he thought.
"Hey, Xan, are you okay? Ya look a bit pale."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Spike backed up then stood, offering his hand to him. The sitting man took it. Just then Buffy came running toward them.
"Guys! It's Anya, she got attacked by the demon."
**
Everyone stood in the waiting room. Giles looked more nervous than usual. He kept cleaning his glasses every couple minutes. Xander sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Buffy looked ashamed even though Xander insisted that it wasn't her fault. She was next to a very concerned Willow andTara went to get snacks for the group from the cafeteria. As for Spike; he sat next the sad boy, acting surprisingly protective. The doctor walked out of the office and confronted the group.
"Miss Anya should be fine. She has a nasty bump on her head and a sprained wrist but other then that every things normal. Are any of you family?"
Xander spoke up while standing, "She has no living family. I'm her fiancé and these are her closest friends." He said waving toward the collection of people.
"Alright, you can go in and see her but I recommend two at a time until we can make sure she has no additional injuries."
Spike got up immediately grabbing Xander's arm and pulling him towards the room. Before they entered the vampire took him aside.
"Listen, I am sorry about your girl, right. Let's go." He said quickly. And he left Xander looking after him in confusion.
**
Xander had spent a couple days nursing Anya back to heath and she was now well to move around on her own, but something wasn't right. So they talked,
"Before I got attacked that demon Buffy and I had a discussion. She said that if we want to leave we can. We can get out of Sunnydale and live hellmouth free! A normal life, Xander, aren't you excited?" Anya said everything so quickly that it took a second to process.
"An, honey." He started. Oh boy this was gonna be difficult. What to say to someone who, a couple years ago, thought no sex meant no relationship.
"I'm sorry but, I'm not leaving. As much as I want us to lead a normal life, our friends need us here. Buffy and Willow and everyone; they're my family."
"Oh, come on. What do they need you for. I mean neither of us has any powers. We're in the way." At Anya's harsh comment, Xander's stomach wrenched.
"No. I'm not in the way. If you want to go so much, it'll have to be without me." He replied reluctantly.
The ex-demon put on her stubborn face, "Fine. I'll do that."
Xander sighed sadly, "Listen, I love you and I want to be with you, so let me sleep on it and we'll talk in the morning. Alright, baby?"
"Uh, huh. 'night" She said, still determined not to give in.
Xander sighed again, 'maybe I should go with Anya. I can always visit my friends. What else is here for me? I'll talk to Anya tomorrow.' He thought as he drifted off to sleep.
**
His dreams were filled with a certain bleach blond. Xander's eyes popped open, 'Bad Xander', he thought for the second time that week. He walked into the living room and did a double take when he saw that half their stuff was gone. 'The apartment was robbed' was the first thing that came to mind. That is until he found the note.
**
"She just left? Without saying goodbye?" Buffy asked.
"Just this note." He answered. It had been almost a week before he'd decided it was time to stop moping and lying on his ass. He had to tell the others that she was gone some time, why not now?
*
Xander looked heartbroken, and Spike didn't blame him. He knew what it was like to have someone you care about leave. It wasn't right, even if it was the whelp on the receiving end. Especially if it was Xander. 'Bad Will' he thought to himself. He was thinking nice things about Xan again. The vampire mentally kicked himself. Yeah, that did it, he didn't give a damn now. 'Nope, not a bit', he tried convincing his stubborn mind. No matter how he cared for the boy or how hot Xander looked with that shirt on, he wouldn't doing anything about it. He swore to himself before his death that he would stay away from all men. Pain from long ago crept to the surface overtook all his senses and he was once again back in the 1880's.
**
London, England 1880
**
Another day, another rejection. William had been standing next to Randolph Robinson when, once again, Randolph decided to embarrass him. The older man grabbed Will's poem and read it for all to hear and laugh at. I wouldn't be the first time, nor the last, that the snobby man poked fun at his work. His writing wasn't very good but it was his own and they had no take it from him like that. He kicked up some dirt in the road, feeling very rebellious when he saw how he'd dirtied his pants and shoes. Then the human sighed, how could he take this much longer. William felt about ready to snap. All his anger welled up and burst out in the form of a cry and an off punch at nothing. He needed out; someplace away from the jeering faces of the rich and suave. His out came when he walked in the front door of his home. Mother greeted him as usual and handed him his mail. One was addressed 'Mister William Joseph Hampton Junior'. William seldom got letters so he eagerly torn the paper open. It was his friend Daniel. Danny lived about three towns over from London. He used to live next to Martha(Will's mom) but his family moved. Last time he'd seen Danny was when he was ten. The boy, now a man, was holding a party to celebrate his twenty- seventh birthday. William was invited and very excited about that. He noticed the return address had changed. His childhood mate lived about fifty miles away. Wow, no wonder they'd never run into each other. It would take a day just to get there. The party was to be held in two days but the invitation said he could come early. So the overly joyous poet informed his mother of the plans and packed.
**
Morning came not soon enough for Mr. Hampton. He stretched himself then grabbed his bags. Not wanting to wake his mum or sister, he left quietly. He hailed a coach gave the driver directions. The boy apparently hadn't gotten enough sleep because he was soon asleep again. The coach hit a rut and this woke William in time to see Daniel's house. They stopped in front of the building and he got out after paying for the ride. The man knocked on the door nervously and it opened immediately. A handsome bloke with a large smile stood there. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a tall thin body. William could barely introduce himself when he saw the man before him. He didn't have to though.
"Ah. William! Come in." Daniel said.
Once bags had been settled in the guest room, which had taken and hour because of his day dreams, it was off to dining. It was seven o'clock when they sat down to eat and for some reason things just weren't flowing in the 'comfortable talking' department. Soon eight rolled around and Will excused himself, saying he was tired from his journey.
**
He'd just settled down when someone knocked on the door. William stood up and walked to the door, then opened it. Daniel asked if he could come in. The young poet nodded his head and stepped aside. Once inside he began to speak.
"Listen. I noticed that things were quite uncomfortable at dinner. I wanted to talk about current events in your life." He sat on the chair in the corner.
"Tell me how are Kat and your mother doing?"
"Very well. Thank you." Will answered. This started a long conversation. They talked until very late in the night. 'Twas almost two a.m. before they wound down.
"Oh! Remember the time you broke your arm climbing that awful tree." Danny asked.
"Unfortunately I do." He said. It had been summer, and back then Will was the idea boy. All the kids in their neighborhood went to him for exciting or adventurous things to do. That day was the hottest England had ever seen. Will suggested they all take turns jumping from a large tree into the lake. He went first, then Danny, and the rest eagerly followed. When Will went for a second go, however, he lost his balance and fell backward on his arm. He'd contemplated life after that and soon (after Danny moved) decided that it wasn't worth it to risk death on such foolish games. It was then that he became a writer. Oh, Will had written before and he liked it, had the passion for it; but up until that day he had never thought about devoting his existence to it. So he ran the library and wrote poems on the side. A safe way to live.
"Well, I'd better get to sleep if I want to be awake for my own party. This has been great. I'd almost forgotten what a good friend you are." Daniel gave him a shy smile.
"Goodnight." He answered. But that wasn't all. Danny leaned in and kissed him. Kissed him! For goodness sakes he'd barely had a peck on the cheek from a woman and this was on the lips. Will told himself it was wrong but his lips just weren't getting the message. He kissed the man back. It was slow but quickly heated up. It wasn't until he felt Danny's tongue seek entrance to his mouth before he panicked.
"Oh. Dear!" He stood up.
"I.I've got to go. Um. good day." And he ran. Like the complete nance he was, just ran. Caught a coach and went home.
**
'What do I do?' He thought. 'I mean it's Danny. Should I write and ask him what it meant or should I wait and see if he contacts me?' He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It felt so good and right. Now that he'd thought it over, he wished he hadn't run away.
Unfortunately William decided to wait and see if his friend would write him. He continued to pretend he was in love with Cecily. That was his undoing of course. While the love was faked, it still hurt to be rejected. Which lead him to Dru, or her to him rather. After becoming a vampire he still thought of Danny til this day and regretted not finding him. Now he was dead, had been for years, and it still pained Spike not knowing what he could have had.
**
"Spike?
"Spike?" She said again.
"Huh? Wha?"
"I said are you gonna just stand there?" Buffy asked.
"Um."
"I hate to say this but; are you all right Spike?"
"I'm fine. Just fine."
**&&*****
TBC.......