Jessica Charlotte
The Heart Never Lies
Summary: What if Spike had stayed to watch the major fight scene between Buffy and Angel at Becoming Part two? Will his humanity get in the way of him and Drucilla?
Chapter One: Watching
Spike had his arm wrapped across Drusilla's throat, and after a few minutes her body went limp. He apologized, swinging her up in his arms and he started to carry her out of the mansion, towards his Desoto. Looking out at the courtyard he paused at the image of Angel holding a sword pointed at Buffy, backed up against the wall, helpless. "He'll kill her," he murmured, for a moment compassion flitted through his eyes. He shrugged and started off again towards the door. But something stopped him.
He gently laid Drucilla on a chair and went back to the doorway of the courtyard. Leaning on it casually, he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked when Buffy caught the blade between her hands. That's my girl, he thought, no, no! Not my girl, Bu-Slayer is my mortal enemy, Drucilla is my girl.
He backed away from the door when Buffy and Angel, both wielding swords came fighting through the door again, completely oblivious to him. He no longer paid attention to the fight, but more to how Buffy was moving. Swift graceful movements, not one was wasted. The gleam of determination in her eyes, not to stop until the job was done; a look that she had given him many times during their fights. Except for that one time, he mused. Halloween, when she was all righteous and lady-like. He harrumphed, yeah right, the bloody slayer lady-like. A small, irritating voice in the back of his head whispered that she was quite the delectable thing in that Halloween costume, all innocent, her silky cleavage just begging to be licked and played with.
"Oh bloody hell!" he exclaimed when Drucilla had woken up and tackled him to the floor. They struggled for several minutes, rolling around on the ground, both of them straining for control. He finally managed to shove her off of him, but his eyes widened when she landed on a broken piece of wood. Their eyes met a millisecond before she exploded into millions of flecks of dust.
He stood up slowly, his eyes wide, not fully believing what he just witnessed. He soon heard soft whimpers and repressed sobs. Turning around, he looked blankly at Buffy, her hand covering her mouth as she stared at Acathla. Slowly, he walked towards her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder; but was surprised when she turned and buried her head into her chest, finally letting the sobs overtake her.
At first, he felt awkward. Standing there with a crying girl hugging him so tightly that he wasn't sure he could breathe if he tried. He didn't know what to do with his hands; they were dangling in the air uncertainly, before he slowly wrapped his arms around her shaking shoulders, his hands making soothing circles on her back.
When she had finally cried herself out, she backed away from him, sniffling and wiping her face off. They stood in an awkward silence for a few minutes, both looking everywhere but each other. Eventually, Buffy broke the silence, motioning to his now soaked shirt, "Sorry about that," she said, looking down at her shoes and playing with the hem of her shirt.
He looked up, the sound of her voice snapping him out of his thoughts. "No problem, pet." They lapsed into another silence before he said, "Want a ride somewhere, luv?"
She looked up at him, a soft gracious smile fleeted across her face at his generosity before a frown marred her features. "I-I don't have anywhere to go," she stuttered.
He smiled at her weakly, "That's something we have in common. I'd suggest we stay here, but bloody bad memories for the both of us."
She looked around, seeing Spike's gaze linger at a pile of ashes, and she suddenly realized that they were Drucilla's. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely.
He shrugged it off, acknowledging her sincerity, "I know." But as he tried to mourn for his lover, his thoughts continuously turned to the blonde slayer in the room with him. He turned to face her fully, looked her straight in the eye with a dangerously seductive, implicative smirk on his face and said, "Somehow I think I got the better end of the deal." She blushed and ducked her head and he took her hand and lead her towards the door.
He killed the engine of his Desoto a couple doors down from her house before turning in his seat to look at her. "This is you, luv," he said, motioning towards her house.
She looked at him dully, "My mom doesn't want me home."
"Of course she does luv," he murmured.
"No, she doesn't. She told me that if I walked out that door, I couldn't go back."
"'M sorry, Buffy," he said, not completely sure of what he was supposed to say.
She smiled softly, "I know." They sat in a companionable silence before she said, "I guess I should sneak into my room and get my stuff." She looked at him, "Will you be waiting for me?"
He nodded and entwined his fingers with hers, "I promise, luv."
The Heart Never Lies
Summary: What if Spike had stayed to watch the major fight scene between Buffy and Angel at Becoming Part two? Will his humanity get in the way of him and Drucilla?
Chapter One: Watching
Spike had his arm wrapped across Drusilla's throat, and after a few minutes her body went limp. He apologized, swinging her up in his arms and he started to carry her out of the mansion, towards his Desoto. Looking out at the courtyard he paused at the image of Angel holding a sword pointed at Buffy, backed up against the wall, helpless. "He'll kill her," he murmured, for a moment compassion flitted through his eyes. He shrugged and started off again towards the door. But something stopped him.
He gently laid Drucilla on a chair and went back to the doorway of the courtyard. Leaning on it casually, he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked when Buffy caught the blade between her hands. That's my girl, he thought, no, no! Not my girl, Bu-Slayer is my mortal enemy, Drucilla is my girl.
He backed away from the door when Buffy and Angel, both wielding swords came fighting through the door again, completely oblivious to him. He no longer paid attention to the fight, but more to how Buffy was moving. Swift graceful movements, not one was wasted. The gleam of determination in her eyes, not to stop until the job was done; a look that she had given him many times during their fights. Except for that one time, he mused. Halloween, when she was all righteous and lady-like. He harrumphed, yeah right, the bloody slayer lady-like. A small, irritating voice in the back of his head whispered that she was quite the delectable thing in that Halloween costume, all innocent, her silky cleavage just begging to be licked and played with.
"Oh bloody hell!" he exclaimed when Drucilla had woken up and tackled him to the floor. They struggled for several minutes, rolling around on the ground, both of them straining for control. He finally managed to shove her off of him, but his eyes widened when she landed on a broken piece of wood. Their eyes met a millisecond before she exploded into millions of flecks of dust.
He stood up slowly, his eyes wide, not fully believing what he just witnessed. He soon heard soft whimpers and repressed sobs. Turning around, he looked blankly at Buffy, her hand covering her mouth as she stared at Acathla. Slowly, he walked towards her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder; but was surprised when she turned and buried her head into her chest, finally letting the sobs overtake her.
At first, he felt awkward. Standing there with a crying girl hugging him so tightly that he wasn't sure he could breathe if he tried. He didn't know what to do with his hands; they were dangling in the air uncertainly, before he slowly wrapped his arms around her shaking shoulders, his hands making soothing circles on her back.
When she had finally cried herself out, she backed away from him, sniffling and wiping her face off. They stood in an awkward silence for a few minutes, both looking everywhere but each other. Eventually, Buffy broke the silence, motioning to his now soaked shirt, "Sorry about that," she said, looking down at her shoes and playing with the hem of her shirt.
He looked up, the sound of her voice snapping him out of his thoughts. "No problem, pet." They lapsed into another silence before he said, "Want a ride somewhere, luv?"
She looked up at him, a soft gracious smile fleeted across her face at his generosity before a frown marred her features. "I-I don't have anywhere to go," she stuttered.
He smiled at her weakly, "That's something we have in common. I'd suggest we stay here, but bloody bad memories for the both of us."
She looked around, seeing Spike's gaze linger at a pile of ashes, and she suddenly realized that they were Drucilla's. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely.
He shrugged it off, acknowledging her sincerity, "I know." But as he tried to mourn for his lover, his thoughts continuously turned to the blonde slayer in the room with him. He turned to face her fully, looked her straight in the eye with a dangerously seductive, implicative smirk on his face and said, "Somehow I think I got the better end of the deal." She blushed and ducked her head and he took her hand and lead her towards the door.
He killed the engine of his Desoto a couple doors down from her house before turning in his seat to look at her. "This is you, luv," he said, motioning towards her house.
She looked at him dully, "My mom doesn't want me home."
"Of course she does luv," he murmured.
"No, she doesn't. She told me that if I walked out that door, I couldn't go back."
"'M sorry, Buffy," he said, not completely sure of what he was supposed to say.
She smiled softly, "I know." They sat in a companionable silence before she said, "I guess I should sneak into my room and get my stuff." She looked at him, "Will you be waiting for me?"
He nodded and entwined his fingers with hers, "I promise, luv."