DISCLAIMER: All characters of the Buffy Universe belong to Joss Whedon.
TIME: An Alternate Version of the aftermath of Season 6, Episode - "ENTROPY"
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Spike/Anya
COME WHAT MAY
A Fanfic by Jasmine Cora
4 - AFTERMATH CHAT
"Um ... so ..." Willow attempted at breaking the akwardness she felt as Spike and Anya smiled and continued to stare at each other. "Why don't the three of us just sit and talk this out? Huh, doesn't that sound like a ... pretty sharp idea?" Willow happily replied, hoping her chiper attitude would lighten the mood. Spike tilted his head to Willow, sweetly acknowledging her attempt to help. Spike swallowed hard ... even though it was nice to see Anya again, there still was some akwardness in it all, he had to admit. Anya herself started feeling it as well, as she immediatly casted her eyes down and twiddled her fingers for a distraction. "Thanks for hearing us out Will ... but I think Anya and I need to talk about this. You understand?" Spike replied.
Willow looked suspiciously towards Spike, as Spike scoffed and threw his arms in the air. "We're not going to go at it again ... I mean seriously talk about what's happened." Spike confessed, not at all surprised that Willow would think that of him. "Maybe if I were a lesbian ... it would be easier for us to talk! But ... thanks anyway!" Anya replied, sweetly smiling. Willow rolled her eyes and simply decided to take Anya's ... compliment, at least it was one to Anya, and accept it without arguement. "Thanks Anya." she replied dryly.
Anya then looked back towards Spike as their eyes met. "Maybe we can talk later tonite ... when a vamp can't catch death by sunlight?" Spike replied. Anya nodded. "We'll meet at the Bronze. No alcohol this time." Anya quickly added in. Willow quickly chimed in. "Yes, I think that'd be best!" Spike nodded in agreement. "Right, right ... understood. Tonite then ... eight or so?" he asked. Anya nodded. "Alright then ... I better be off. Sunlight's a bitch." he joked. Throwing the blanket over him, he quickly opened the door and began running out to his crypt. Willow walked over and closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. So much going on in one morning ... Good thing Buffy isn't up ... Will thought. Anya sighed and smiled towards Willow. "Well ... I better be going too!" she exclaimed. Running towards Willow, Anya gave her an overwhelmingly strong hug, even more so then the ones she usually gave Giles. "A-Anya ...I...can't ....breat-breath-"
"OH! Sorry ..." Anya replied, letting Willow choke for air.
"So ... where are you off to now?" Willow asked.
"Well, its about noon now ... usually when all the shops should be opening so I guess I could - OH WHORE! I completley forgot about opening the Magic Box!"
"Anya, relax! Its okay!"
"No, no its not! If its not open I can't make a profit ... no profit, no happiness ... and let's face it, I need a little more chipperness in my life!"
Before Willow could even say another word, Anya immediatly teleported herself out of the Summers home. Willow sighed. "Goodbye to you too." she replied out loud to herself.
The night descended fast. As usual, The Bronze was buzzing with punk music, dancing and activity. Anya found herself getting to the Bronze early. Her now blonde hair laid in its usual tight curls and laid out, softly brushing her shoulders. Anya was dressed in a nice black dress with spaghetti straps and she wore a dark blue sweater over it. She held herself as she walked slowly through the Bronze, clutching her bag by her side. She eyed a specific area of the Bronze.
Upstairs.
It was nice and private. Only couples go out there to make out anywho ... Anya thought to herself. Immediatly Spike came into her mind. Anya caught herself immediatly. "No! NO! No making out! Just talk! Bad Anya ... very bad, bad Anya!" she replied out loud to herself. Without giving it a second thought, Anya began making her way towards the stairs. Surprisingly, it was deserted tonite. Must not be a lot of romance going on ... Anya thought to herself. "Ha! Join the bandwagon!" Anya remarked, to no one in particular. She took a seat on a comfortable couch that was placed near the dark corner of the upstairs. She didn't mean to be early. Maybe she just missed having some one to talk to who really understood. Maybe it was just because she wanted to clear the air ... if not with Zander or Buffy ... then at least with Spike. Yet neither were truly at fault. Perhaps there was more to all this. Perhaps there was a bit of undeniable chemistry that Anya or Spike never truly encountered between them until now. No matter how they looked at it, there was a slight bit of sexual tension between them at times. Anya was surprised how all these thoughts rushed to her mind. She yet again quickly dismissed them.
"Evening ..."
Anya let out a slight yell as she turned to see Spike standing at the head of the stairs. She didn't even realize him walk up, let alone arrive. Spike was dressed as usual. His trenchcoat over his silk blue shirt over a normal black tee, his black jeans. Yet he seemed irressistable. No! This is for talking ... bad thoughts need to end now ... Anya reminded herself. Spike smiled sweetly, arching his eyebrow towards Anya at her sudden outburst.
"You alright?" he asked.
"You surprised me ... is all. How'd you know I was up here?" she mangaged to say.
"That's the thing with us vampires ... that uncanny sense of smell. Irressistable I know."
Anya smiled sweetly. She didn't want to agree out loud. Spike knew he just made things a bit more awkward then they already were. Spike looked away for a moment as he sighed deeply, placing his hands in his trenchcoat pockets. Anya looked to her left at the empty seat next to her, waiting to see if Spike would take a seat. Anya then reached into her bag and pulled out the long bottle as Spike noticed her movement. His eyebrows immediatly went up as he took a step back. "Um, I thought we agreed ..."
"No, no it isn't what you think! Well, I mean ... it is what you think! Its a bottle of ... an alcoholic beverage."
"...Yeah ... and its purpose here ...?" Spike dragged on.
"Its ... from that night. You ... you left it at the Magic Box. I ... thought you might want it back."
Spike and Anya locked eyes for a minute as Spike sighed softly and began walking towards Anya. He slowly grabbed the neck of the bottle from Anya, as their hands touched for a few seconds. Spike's hand was warm, even though it was for just a few seconds. Spike placed the bottle at the edge of the top of the stairs and scoffed to himself. "Never a good year ..." he replied, turning back to Anya who let herself laugh a bit. It was the first real laugh she let herself enjoy since that night. Spike finally walked over to Anya, and plopped himself in the couch next to her as Anya took a deep breath.
"Spike ... I-"
"Anya ... I want to apoligize."
Spike's sudden apology caught her off guard. "Anya ... I didn't want to hurt you like that!" he replied. "Spike, you didn't hurt me ... not at all ... it felt ... really good -"
"ANYA!" Spike yelled out.
"OH WHORE! I'm sorry! I know what you meant ..." she replied, placing her head in her hands. "Anya ... I know you were hurt ... so was I. But I think we handled it the wrong way. And its all my fault ..."
"Its nobody's fault! We're right, they're wrong!"
"Nobody's right, Anya. Its complicated ..."
"Why? Why the hell does everybody keep saying that?" she replied loudly, shaking her hands violently in the air. Spike reached out to Anya as he tried to stop her from shaking her fists in anger, as Anya pushed his hands away. "No, that's no longer an excuse! I can't take it! I can't take the guilt ... I DON"T DESERVE IT! YOU DON'T DESERVE IT! We were hurt ... Zander and I, we were officially over ... you and Buffy, you -"
Spike's eyebrows arched a bit, as he let out a deep sigh. "Me and Buffy ... we're not even at the same level as you and Zander-"
"Spike ... you loved her! She-she hid it from everyone-"
"Because she knew what you all would say, how the bloody hell you'd freak ... I'm evil ... despite this damn chip in my head, I'm no different then any of the souless vamps waiting on the Slayer's 'Stake me' list!" he angriley replied. "No, she's using you ... souless or not, you still deserve love in return, Spike! You are different!" she replied angriley in return. Their voices seemed to reach their heights as they both became silent, their eyes locked together once again. Spike was so close. His nose was just barely touching Anya's. Immediatly, Anya turned away as she tried to regain her composure. Spike felt sympathetic as he slowly reached for Anya's hand, even though he felt as though it was out of line, Anya needed comfort ... of the right sort. Anya this time allowed Spike to clasp her hand, as she kept her face turned away.
"Anya ... we're both different ... like I told you before, we're the ones who are truly alive. We're the demons ... but we're the ones who are truly in touch with what we are, who we are ... and we've accepted it a long time ago. They don't need to understand anymore, Anya ... as long as we understand each other ... then we have something to fall back on."
Anya turned her tear stricken face slowly to Spike, who welcomed her with a sweet and romantic smile, which made Anya smiled back sweetly. Spike took her hand in both hands, slowly rubbing her hands with his. "Yea ... so ... we're just ..."
"Unexpected friends. I guess in a way, we've always been."
"Hm ... unexpected friends ... who just happened to make love on the Magic Box table."
Spike laughed for a second as he closed his eyes. "Yea, well ... friends who made a mistake due to serious depression. But we can move on ... start a friendship, and try to patch up what we may have lost ... in the end, you still love Zander." Spike replied. Anya sighed. "A little ... I guess. I mean, out of bitterness and heartache I went back to my vengence."
"That's understandable."
"And Buffy ...?"
"I'll walk that stake ridden road when I have to. For now ... we can just forget about our troubles for a night. And enjoy it as friends."
The thought started to sink in. Friends with Spike. It comforted Anya. He understood her every step of the way. She didn't have to hide what she was with him. What more sense did she need? Spike released her hands and stood from the couch as Anya almost reached out to him, almost wanting him to sit again and hold her hands warmly in his. Which was strange, being that he was dead ... and he was usually cold. Perhaps it was the way Spike made Anya feel that gave a warm touch to Spike's hands. Spike tilted his head to the stairs. "Why don't we order up some spicy buffalo wings ... feelin' a bit peckish. Then we can hop on the dance floor ... live up the night ... they way we should." Spike happily replied, offering his hand to Anya.
Anya felt so much better. Spike had that sort of air and charm about him. She loved being seduced in it. Tossing her bag aside, Anya smiled and took Spike's hand, lifting herself from her seat and tossing her blonde curls to the side. "I'm glad we could have this chat ..."
"Me too." Spike smiled. "Let's eat ..."
TIME: An Alternate Version of the aftermath of Season 6, Episode - "ENTROPY"
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Spike/Anya
COME WHAT MAY
A Fanfic by Jasmine Cora
4 - AFTERMATH CHAT
"Um ... so ..." Willow attempted at breaking the akwardness she felt as Spike and Anya smiled and continued to stare at each other. "Why don't the three of us just sit and talk this out? Huh, doesn't that sound like a ... pretty sharp idea?" Willow happily replied, hoping her chiper attitude would lighten the mood. Spike tilted his head to Willow, sweetly acknowledging her attempt to help. Spike swallowed hard ... even though it was nice to see Anya again, there still was some akwardness in it all, he had to admit. Anya herself started feeling it as well, as she immediatly casted her eyes down and twiddled her fingers for a distraction. "Thanks for hearing us out Will ... but I think Anya and I need to talk about this. You understand?" Spike replied.
Willow looked suspiciously towards Spike, as Spike scoffed and threw his arms in the air. "We're not going to go at it again ... I mean seriously talk about what's happened." Spike confessed, not at all surprised that Willow would think that of him. "Maybe if I were a lesbian ... it would be easier for us to talk! But ... thanks anyway!" Anya replied, sweetly smiling. Willow rolled her eyes and simply decided to take Anya's ... compliment, at least it was one to Anya, and accept it without arguement. "Thanks Anya." she replied dryly.
Anya then looked back towards Spike as their eyes met. "Maybe we can talk later tonite ... when a vamp can't catch death by sunlight?" Spike replied. Anya nodded. "We'll meet at the Bronze. No alcohol this time." Anya quickly added in. Willow quickly chimed in. "Yes, I think that'd be best!" Spike nodded in agreement. "Right, right ... understood. Tonite then ... eight or so?" he asked. Anya nodded. "Alright then ... I better be off. Sunlight's a bitch." he joked. Throwing the blanket over him, he quickly opened the door and began running out to his crypt. Willow walked over and closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. So much going on in one morning ... Good thing Buffy isn't up ... Will thought. Anya sighed and smiled towards Willow. "Well ... I better be going too!" she exclaimed. Running towards Willow, Anya gave her an overwhelmingly strong hug, even more so then the ones she usually gave Giles. "A-Anya ...I...can't ....breat-breath-"
"OH! Sorry ..." Anya replied, letting Willow choke for air.
"So ... where are you off to now?" Willow asked.
"Well, its about noon now ... usually when all the shops should be opening so I guess I could - OH WHORE! I completley forgot about opening the Magic Box!"
"Anya, relax! Its okay!"
"No, no its not! If its not open I can't make a profit ... no profit, no happiness ... and let's face it, I need a little more chipperness in my life!"
Before Willow could even say another word, Anya immediatly teleported herself out of the Summers home. Willow sighed. "Goodbye to you too." she replied out loud to herself.
The night descended fast. As usual, The Bronze was buzzing with punk music, dancing and activity. Anya found herself getting to the Bronze early. Her now blonde hair laid in its usual tight curls and laid out, softly brushing her shoulders. Anya was dressed in a nice black dress with spaghetti straps and she wore a dark blue sweater over it. She held herself as she walked slowly through the Bronze, clutching her bag by her side. She eyed a specific area of the Bronze.
Upstairs.
It was nice and private. Only couples go out there to make out anywho ... Anya thought to herself. Immediatly Spike came into her mind. Anya caught herself immediatly. "No! NO! No making out! Just talk! Bad Anya ... very bad, bad Anya!" she replied out loud to herself. Without giving it a second thought, Anya began making her way towards the stairs. Surprisingly, it was deserted tonite. Must not be a lot of romance going on ... Anya thought to herself. "Ha! Join the bandwagon!" Anya remarked, to no one in particular. She took a seat on a comfortable couch that was placed near the dark corner of the upstairs. She didn't mean to be early. Maybe she just missed having some one to talk to who really understood. Maybe it was just because she wanted to clear the air ... if not with Zander or Buffy ... then at least with Spike. Yet neither were truly at fault. Perhaps there was more to all this. Perhaps there was a bit of undeniable chemistry that Anya or Spike never truly encountered between them until now. No matter how they looked at it, there was a slight bit of sexual tension between them at times. Anya was surprised how all these thoughts rushed to her mind. She yet again quickly dismissed them.
"Evening ..."
Anya let out a slight yell as she turned to see Spike standing at the head of the stairs. She didn't even realize him walk up, let alone arrive. Spike was dressed as usual. His trenchcoat over his silk blue shirt over a normal black tee, his black jeans. Yet he seemed irressistable. No! This is for talking ... bad thoughts need to end now ... Anya reminded herself. Spike smiled sweetly, arching his eyebrow towards Anya at her sudden outburst.
"You alright?" he asked.
"You surprised me ... is all. How'd you know I was up here?" she mangaged to say.
"That's the thing with us vampires ... that uncanny sense of smell. Irressistable I know."
Anya smiled sweetly. She didn't want to agree out loud. Spike knew he just made things a bit more awkward then they already were. Spike looked away for a moment as he sighed deeply, placing his hands in his trenchcoat pockets. Anya looked to her left at the empty seat next to her, waiting to see if Spike would take a seat. Anya then reached into her bag and pulled out the long bottle as Spike noticed her movement. His eyebrows immediatly went up as he took a step back. "Um, I thought we agreed ..."
"No, no it isn't what you think! Well, I mean ... it is what you think! Its a bottle of ... an alcoholic beverage."
"...Yeah ... and its purpose here ...?" Spike dragged on.
"Its ... from that night. You ... you left it at the Magic Box. I ... thought you might want it back."
Spike and Anya locked eyes for a minute as Spike sighed softly and began walking towards Anya. He slowly grabbed the neck of the bottle from Anya, as their hands touched for a few seconds. Spike's hand was warm, even though it was for just a few seconds. Spike placed the bottle at the edge of the top of the stairs and scoffed to himself. "Never a good year ..." he replied, turning back to Anya who let herself laugh a bit. It was the first real laugh she let herself enjoy since that night. Spike finally walked over to Anya, and plopped himself in the couch next to her as Anya took a deep breath.
"Spike ... I-"
"Anya ... I want to apoligize."
Spike's sudden apology caught her off guard. "Anya ... I didn't want to hurt you like that!" he replied. "Spike, you didn't hurt me ... not at all ... it felt ... really good -"
"ANYA!" Spike yelled out.
"OH WHORE! I'm sorry! I know what you meant ..." she replied, placing her head in her hands. "Anya ... I know you were hurt ... so was I. But I think we handled it the wrong way. And its all my fault ..."
"Its nobody's fault! We're right, they're wrong!"
"Nobody's right, Anya. Its complicated ..."
"Why? Why the hell does everybody keep saying that?" she replied loudly, shaking her hands violently in the air. Spike reached out to Anya as he tried to stop her from shaking her fists in anger, as Anya pushed his hands away. "No, that's no longer an excuse! I can't take it! I can't take the guilt ... I DON"T DESERVE IT! YOU DON'T DESERVE IT! We were hurt ... Zander and I, we were officially over ... you and Buffy, you -"
Spike's eyebrows arched a bit, as he let out a deep sigh. "Me and Buffy ... we're not even at the same level as you and Zander-"
"Spike ... you loved her! She-she hid it from everyone-"
"Because she knew what you all would say, how the bloody hell you'd freak ... I'm evil ... despite this damn chip in my head, I'm no different then any of the souless vamps waiting on the Slayer's 'Stake me' list!" he angriley replied. "No, she's using you ... souless or not, you still deserve love in return, Spike! You are different!" she replied angriley in return. Their voices seemed to reach their heights as they both became silent, their eyes locked together once again. Spike was so close. His nose was just barely touching Anya's. Immediatly, Anya turned away as she tried to regain her composure. Spike felt sympathetic as he slowly reached for Anya's hand, even though he felt as though it was out of line, Anya needed comfort ... of the right sort. Anya this time allowed Spike to clasp her hand, as she kept her face turned away.
"Anya ... we're both different ... like I told you before, we're the ones who are truly alive. We're the demons ... but we're the ones who are truly in touch with what we are, who we are ... and we've accepted it a long time ago. They don't need to understand anymore, Anya ... as long as we understand each other ... then we have something to fall back on."
Anya turned her tear stricken face slowly to Spike, who welcomed her with a sweet and romantic smile, which made Anya smiled back sweetly. Spike took her hand in both hands, slowly rubbing her hands with his. "Yea ... so ... we're just ..."
"Unexpected friends. I guess in a way, we've always been."
"Hm ... unexpected friends ... who just happened to make love on the Magic Box table."
Spike laughed for a second as he closed his eyes. "Yea, well ... friends who made a mistake due to serious depression. But we can move on ... start a friendship, and try to patch up what we may have lost ... in the end, you still love Zander." Spike replied. Anya sighed. "A little ... I guess. I mean, out of bitterness and heartache I went back to my vengence."
"That's understandable."
"And Buffy ...?"
"I'll walk that stake ridden road when I have to. For now ... we can just forget about our troubles for a night. And enjoy it as friends."
The thought started to sink in. Friends with Spike. It comforted Anya. He understood her every step of the way. She didn't have to hide what she was with him. What more sense did she need? Spike released her hands and stood from the couch as Anya almost reached out to him, almost wanting him to sit again and hold her hands warmly in his. Which was strange, being that he was dead ... and he was usually cold. Perhaps it was the way Spike made Anya feel that gave a warm touch to Spike's hands. Spike tilted his head to the stairs. "Why don't we order up some spicy buffalo wings ... feelin' a bit peckish. Then we can hop on the dance floor ... live up the night ... they way we should." Spike happily replied, offering his hand to Anya.
Anya felt so much better. Spike had that sort of air and charm about him. She loved being seduced in it. Tossing her bag aside, Anya smiled and took Spike's hand, lifting herself from her seat and tossing her blonde curls to the side. "I'm glad we could have this chat ..."
"Me too." Spike smiled. "Let's eat ..."