Nobody's Perfect
Jessica Charlotte
A/N: Well, thanks for the reviews. They are much appreciated. I've been having a major case of writer's block regarding a few of my stories....so they might not be updated for a while....but until then, I shall continue to update the stories that I am not having writer's block with, like this one. And sorry in advance for any minor mis-spellings and whatnot. As soon as I finished this chapter, I uploaded it.
Chapter Seven
"What are we going to do with her?" asked Willow in a meek voice.
Giles took off his glasses and began polishing them, "Well, I think that it is in
order to discover where she was and why she's come back. Once we learn that, I feel that
it will be an easier path."
"And that's a great idea. One little problem though. She isn't talking." Xander
pointed out, the hysteria rising in his voice. Off of the glares that he got from Willow and
Anya, he continued. "I'm so sorry, not trying to put a damper on the situation, but we
have Buffy chained in Giles' bathtub. Buffy. Our friend. I mean, what twisted
dimension are we living in now days?"
"I think she was in a hell dimension," Spike stated in a grave tone.
"And what makes you think that, Spike?" Giles asked, sending Spike a cold look.
"Well, before you lot arrived, she was saying some things. And the portal she
jumped into was one linked to a hell dimension."
Dawn finally spoke up, "What kinds of things was she saying?"
"Dawn," Giles started gently, "Perhaps you should go upstairs for now."
"No! She's my sister, I have a right to know what's going on."
"Very well then," Giles sat down and knocked back a glass of scotch. "Please
continue, Spike."
"She thought that someone or something had taken over my appearance. That I
was the only one that he hadn't been able to control. That whatever she thought I was
had managed to take all of your appearances and use them against her, except for mine."
Willow gasped and covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my. I guess that would
explain why she wasn't so happy to see us."
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Anya asked. A few people stared at her
blankly. "It seems to me that just talking to her and telling her that we aren't the enemy
won't work. So what are we going to do?"
"Well, we can't just bloody leave her bloody chained in a buggerin bathtub for all
eternity!" Spike shouted in annoyance.
"At the moment we don't seem to have any other options. Unless that is you have
any suggestions?" Giles questioned tiredly.
Spike slumped in his seat miserably. "No. I don't. What I do know is that it won't do
any good for all of us to argue over something we don't know and it's way to late for
research."
"I guess we should all go home then?" Xander asked. The Scoobies got up and
said their goodbyes, disappearing into the night.
"Um, Giles?" Dawn asked softly. "If you don't mind, I would kind of like to
spend the night here and be with Buffy."
"Of course I don't mind. I'm guessing you would like the same Spike?" He
nodded. "Very well. I'll bring down some blankets."
Spike sat up. The clock on Giles' television said that it was three in the morning.
He honed his senses to pick up any noises that would have woken him up. Dawn was
snoring lightly on the couch, Giles was asleep upstairs, it was quiet.
He had lain back down and was drifting off to sleep when he heard it again.
Realization dawned on his face as he placed what the sound was. Metal chains clinking
on Giles' bathtub.
Silently, he stood up and crept stealthily down the hall, pausing outside the
bathroom door. He entered the bathroom as silently as he could, closing the door behind
him. He looked at Buffy, who was clearly in the throes of a nightmare. She was tossing
and turning, squirming herself into uncomfortable positions as she tried to escape from
whatever was hurting her. He slid his duster off of his shoulders, and draped it over the
whimpering slayer. He sat down next to the tub, leant his arm on the edge of the tub, and
rested his head against his arm, drifting into an uneasy sleep.
Buffy jolted awake. Looking around at her surroundings, memories of recent
events took place of the cobwebs in her brain. She scrunched herself into a tighter ball as
she shivered slightly. Looking down at herself, she was surprised to see a long leather
jacket draped over her body. Looking around more carefully, she tensed when she saw a
blond head and an arm next to her, slowly slipping off of the edge of the tub. She eyed
him warily, and once his head hit the floor he sat bolt upright, mumbling something about
tacky clothes.
Running his hand over his face, he looked at her, catching her afraid eyes in his
own. "Oh, luv," he sighed sadly. "What can I do to convince you that you're safe now.
That you aren't wherever you were."
She looked away before softly murmuring, "Is it even possible? Am I really
safe?"
He caught her chin in his hands, gently forcing her to look at him. "You're safe.
Anything that tries to hurt you will have to go through me first." Seeing the hopeful and
unsure look in her eyes he added, "'Til the end of the world."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and in a millisecond, loud hysterical sobs racked her
body as the hard shell she had built around herself shattered. In an instant Spike was
standing up, cradling the crying woman in his arms. He sat down in her place, and laid
her on top of him, his arms snaking around her in comfort. Long after she was asleep,
did he allow his own eyes to drift shut.
Jessica Charlotte
A/N: Well, thanks for the reviews. They are much appreciated. I've been having a major case of writer's block regarding a few of my stories....so they might not be updated for a while....but until then, I shall continue to update the stories that I am not having writer's block with, like this one. And sorry in advance for any minor mis-spellings and whatnot. As soon as I finished this chapter, I uploaded it.
Chapter Seven
"What are we going to do with her?" asked Willow in a meek voice.
Giles took off his glasses and began polishing them, "Well, I think that it is in
order to discover where she was and why she's come back. Once we learn that, I feel that
it will be an easier path."
"And that's a great idea. One little problem though. She isn't talking." Xander
pointed out, the hysteria rising in his voice. Off of the glares that he got from Willow and
Anya, he continued. "I'm so sorry, not trying to put a damper on the situation, but we
have Buffy chained in Giles' bathtub. Buffy. Our friend. I mean, what twisted
dimension are we living in now days?"
"I think she was in a hell dimension," Spike stated in a grave tone.
"And what makes you think that, Spike?" Giles asked, sending Spike a cold look.
"Well, before you lot arrived, she was saying some things. And the portal she
jumped into was one linked to a hell dimension."
Dawn finally spoke up, "What kinds of things was she saying?"
"Dawn," Giles started gently, "Perhaps you should go upstairs for now."
"No! She's my sister, I have a right to know what's going on."
"Very well then," Giles sat down and knocked back a glass of scotch. "Please
continue, Spike."
"She thought that someone or something had taken over my appearance. That I
was the only one that he hadn't been able to control. That whatever she thought I was
had managed to take all of your appearances and use them against her, except for mine."
Willow gasped and covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my. I guess that would
explain why she wasn't so happy to see us."
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Anya asked. A few people stared at her
blankly. "It seems to me that just talking to her and telling her that we aren't the enemy
won't work. So what are we going to do?"
"Well, we can't just bloody leave her bloody chained in a buggerin bathtub for all
eternity!" Spike shouted in annoyance.
"At the moment we don't seem to have any other options. Unless that is you have
any suggestions?" Giles questioned tiredly.
Spike slumped in his seat miserably. "No. I don't. What I do know is that it won't do
any good for all of us to argue over something we don't know and it's way to late for
research."
"I guess we should all go home then?" Xander asked. The Scoobies got up and
said their goodbyes, disappearing into the night.
"Um, Giles?" Dawn asked softly. "If you don't mind, I would kind of like to
spend the night here and be with Buffy."
"Of course I don't mind. I'm guessing you would like the same Spike?" He
nodded. "Very well. I'll bring down some blankets."
Spike sat up. The clock on Giles' television said that it was three in the morning.
He honed his senses to pick up any noises that would have woken him up. Dawn was
snoring lightly on the couch, Giles was asleep upstairs, it was quiet.
He had lain back down and was drifting off to sleep when he heard it again.
Realization dawned on his face as he placed what the sound was. Metal chains clinking
on Giles' bathtub.
Silently, he stood up and crept stealthily down the hall, pausing outside the
bathroom door. He entered the bathroom as silently as he could, closing the door behind
him. He looked at Buffy, who was clearly in the throes of a nightmare. She was tossing
and turning, squirming herself into uncomfortable positions as she tried to escape from
whatever was hurting her. He slid his duster off of his shoulders, and draped it over the
whimpering slayer. He sat down next to the tub, leant his arm on the edge of the tub, and
rested his head against his arm, drifting into an uneasy sleep.
Buffy jolted awake. Looking around at her surroundings, memories of recent
events took place of the cobwebs in her brain. She scrunched herself into a tighter ball as
she shivered slightly. Looking down at herself, she was surprised to see a long leather
jacket draped over her body. Looking around more carefully, she tensed when she saw a
blond head and an arm next to her, slowly slipping off of the edge of the tub. She eyed
him warily, and once his head hit the floor he sat bolt upright, mumbling something about
tacky clothes.
Running his hand over his face, he looked at her, catching her afraid eyes in his
own. "Oh, luv," he sighed sadly. "What can I do to convince you that you're safe now.
That you aren't wherever you were."
She looked away before softly murmuring, "Is it even possible? Am I really
safe?"
He caught her chin in his hands, gently forcing her to look at him. "You're safe.
Anything that tries to hurt you will have to go through me first." Seeing the hopeful and
unsure look in her eyes he added, "'Til the end of the world."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and in a millisecond, loud hysterical sobs racked her
body as the hard shell she had built around herself shattered. In an instant Spike was
standing up, cradling the crying woman in his arms. He sat down in her place, and laid
her on top of him, his arms snaking around her in comfort. Long after she was asleep,
did he allow his own eyes to drift shut.