Not Dead, Still Standing
Chapter 7- Together
After finding the Scythe, Buffy and Spike headed towards the Summers's house again. That's when the real fun started. As soon as they walked in, they could see the living room filled with people. All The Scooby's and the potentials sure filled up the place.
"Buffy!" Dawn walked over to her and Spike, much like when Buffy had brought him home after rescuing him. "Was it there?"
Buffy gestured to the Scythe in her hand and gave Dawn a 'hello!' look.
"Right…sorry."
The couple entered the living room the way they entered the house. Holding hands.
Buffy spoke before anyone else, she wanted to say what she knew, before the questions started. "Alright…Spike and I went to the vineyard, and we found the Scythe." She raised it up with her left hand; still not noticing her right hand was connected to Spike's. "Now…did the potentials get the cliff-notes of what Spike saw?"
"They did." Xander looked up at her, "And probably way more than they needed to know."
"More than they needed…what do you mean?" Buffy looked at the young girls.
"Well, we told the girls about the vision thing…what they needed to know…" Willow spoke. "And it seems Dawn and Andrew may have filled in certain areas…on particular subjects."
"Bloody hell." Spike rolled his head back and sighed.
"What do you mean 'particular subjects'? And how the hell did Andrew know anything?"
"I confess!" Andrew stood up dramatically, his hands in the air. "I was listening outside the door. But it wasn't just me! Dawn told them too! Please don't hurt me!" Andrew fell to his knees, his hands up; the classic begging position.
"And what exactly did you tell the young, impressionable, teenage girls, Andrew?"
The room was silent. Then Giles, removing his glasses, answered her question. "They told them about you and…Spike. Your…last few days together."
Buffy sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"But that means it's gonna happen, right? You found that axey thing, so all the stuff is going to happen? You are Spike are going to get together?" Dawn stood back up excitedly, talking to her sister.
Buffy was pissed. They had NO right to tell these girls things about my PERSONAL life! Those were private things that happened between Spike and me! Not me, Spike, and a room full of my friends and a group of pimply tennagers! What am I doing? This isn't my life! None of that has happened yet. It may not at all!
The Slayer spoke threw clenched teeth, looking at her sister, "Just because I found the Scythe does NOT mean everything is going to come true. For all we know, this was just another one of Spike's fantasies!" Spike flinched slightly at her words, and decided it was time for him to retire to the basement. Pulling his hand out of her grasp, he left the room. That was the first time Buffy had even realized their hands had been joined. She sighed, closing her eyes, the last thing she meant to do was hurt him like that, especially in front of everyone. Buffy opened her eyes and peered at Dawn, "Go to your room."
"But Buffy, I didn't…"
"Now."
Dawn huffed, and ran upstairs, the loud clang of her bedroom door slamming shut echoed through the house.
Buffy looked around the room. Unexpectedly, Buffy tossed the weapon to Willow, who caught it, although almost dropping it. (A/N: Warning: Unless you have Slayer, Witch, or any other supernatural abilities, do not throw sharp weapons around your house. ;-D)
"Find out what you can. I'll check into what Spike saw, but find anything else. Anything at all."
Spike was sitting on his cot, fag in mouth.
I still don't know what it means finding that damn thing. And Buffy! One second she's all 'oh, Spike, wouldn't it be wonderful if your dream vision was true?' and the next she's all 'that is NOT going to happen!' Bloody bint. She'll be the death of me. Oh hail the dark queen of mixed signals!
As hard as Spike tried to focus his anger on the Slayer, he just couldn't. "Stupid, worthless…"
"Talking about me?" Came a voice from the stairs.
Looking up he smiled slightly. Buffy walked over to the cot, sitting next to him.
"No, pet. Talking about me."
Leaning against the wall, she looked at him for a while. Then, reaching out, she took the cigarette from his mouth, and put it to her own. Taking a long drag…Buffy began to cough.
"Bloody hell woman, what are you doing?!" Spike took the fag from her and threw it to the ground. He was on his knees, leaning over her.
She smiled when she stopped coughing. "I just wanted to see what it's like. Wanted to see if it'd make me feel…bad. I don't know, all the bad guys do it." She shrugged, as he both looked at her like she was insane, and smiled at her. "Besides, I like the smell."
"You like the smell of cigarette smoke?" He looked at her, again, like she was crazy.
"What? It's your fault! You're the one who always smells like smoke and alcohol, and leather…and…" She looked at him, smirking at her and stopped, also knowing this conversation was going no-where good. "I uh-came down here to see if you were okay. What I said upstairs…I just want you to know I…"
"You did mean it."
"…I did. But not the way it sounded."
"And how exactly was it supposed to sound?"
"It…I was mad, okay? I just feel like it's not right for the girls to know those things. And not just because of how young they are…but because…I should know before them."
Spike looked at her curiously.
"I'm not sure, okay? We don't know if those things are going to happen, and I feel that it's wrong for them to know…before I do. It doesn't matter to them whether it will happen or not. And it's so simply for them! And I just want it to be that simply for us!"
Spike understood, as he looked at her. She had tears in her eyes and she looked so torn. Spike edged himself closer to her, wrapping his arms around her.
They sat like this for a few minutes; Spike could feel a few tears fall from Buffy's face and onto his arm. Breaking the silence, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "Tell me you'll always love me."
He was surprised at this, but didn't skip a beat. "I'll always love you."
"Tell me you'll always be there for me." She turned, facing him. They looked each other in the eyes.
"I'll always be there for you."
Slowly but surely, Buffy brought her lips to his in a soft kiss. She moved, sitting on him, and deepened the kiss. After several more minutes, each of their hands roaming, Spike pulled back, resting his forehead on hers. "Buffy…" He seemed out of breath, even though he didn't need to breath. "We can't."
"Why not?"
"Last year…"
"Last year, we both hurt each other. You just told me you loved me, and that you'd be there for me. That's more than last year, and I think we've both moved on to were we won't hurt each other like that."
She kissed him, and mentally swore when she felt him pull back again. And he was mentally kicking himself for not giving in.
"How can you be sure, that it won't end up like that again? I'm not willing to lose our…friendship…I can't."
Buffy was quiet, as she got off him, and took her seat beside him again. "I guess your right. We can't know for sure." She looked him in the eyes again. "But I trust you." She placed her hand over his. "But do you trust me?"
Spike had never seen her so persistent, although it wasn't like he had ever given her any need to be. "I do."
"Then what are you scared of?"
She kissed him again.
This time Spike didn't stop her as she climbed on top of him.
When Spike opened his eyes, the basement was halfway filled with sunlight from the little window on the other side of the room. He smiled remembering last night, and smiled even bigger when he realized there was a tiny figure clinging to him in her sleep.
Sighing contently, he closed his eyes again, and felt Buffy snuggle even closer into his embrace. This was the first time she had stayed, and that was worth everything.
When Spike opened his eyes again the cot beside him was empty. Of course, it was a dream you ponce! Like she would ever sleep with you. Spike sat up in frustration. "God damnit!"
Buffy, who apparently had been standing in the corner the whole time smiled, as she walked over to him, "Don't you damn god at me. He may have damned you, but I don't think I'm quite ready for that." Her smile grew as she leaned over and kissed him.
"You got dressed." He poked at her shirt. (The same one she had on yesterday.)
"I did. It's an American thing. We prefer not to walk around naked all day."
"I'm offended by that!" Spike said in mock-anger.
"I bet you are. Come on! You would walk around naked upstairs if I would let you!"
"Hey, I would not. Not with all the prying eyes up there. You should see it when I try and take a shower in this place! 'Oh sorry, didn't know you were in there.' 'Oops! I thought someone left the water on!'" He said in a feminine voice.
"Oh you have to go through so much." Buffy laughed, kissing his jaw line.
"As a matter of fact…" He took her by the shoulders and flipped her down, so he was laying over her. "I do." Spike kissed her.
Thirty minutes later Buffy and Spike came into the kitchen, holding hands…again.
"Hey Buffy." Willow smiled cheerfully. Her, Dawn, and Giles were sitting in the kitchen.
"Hey. Where's everybody?"
"The girls are in the living room. Xander let them rent some movies earlier and it's been non-stop chick flick time since." Willow smiled. "You two seem awful comfy. Oh…and I didn't hear you come to your room last night, is everything okay?" Giles looked up from his newspaper for the first time, and Willow smiled, walking out of the room.
"Wil!"
The red head smiled over her shoulder, "Just a friendly little payback from tea-time Buffy, that's all." Buffy couldn't help but smile at her and Willow's childish game.
"What did Willow mean Buffy?" Dawn asked, looking up from her cereal.
"Well…I uh…me and Spike…we uh…"
"Oh my god!" Dawn stood up, facing her sister, "You get all mad at me for saying that you and Spike were going to get together and then five minutes later you guys are downstairs in the basement! I knew I heard something weird last night! Ugh!" Dawn stormed upstairs and into her room.
Buffy looked at Spike, a worried expression on her face.
"Buffy?" The Slayer had completely forgotten about her father figure being in the room. Damn.
"Yeah?" She tried the most innocent look she could muster.
"Is that true? Did you and Spike…?"
Looking at Spike, then back and Giles she sat down were Dawn was originally sitting, and faced Giles. "Yes."
The room was silent for a few more minutes. "Did you mean it?"
"What?" Buffy seriously didn't want to go there with Giles.
"Did you mean it? A-Are you together now?"
Buffy looked at the some-what fidgeting vampire and smiled. "Yes."
"Good lord." Giles took off his glasses and started to clean them. "I can't stop you?"
Looking back at Giles she shook her head, "No."
"You know how I feel about this?"
"I do."
"Then be careful." He picked up his paper and his mug and left the room.
Spike walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You just told your watcher about us." He smiled, whispering into her ear.
"Yeah…I did."
Spike turned her around out of the chair and kissed her again. After a few more minutes and much more of things continuing in the wrong way that they planed, Spike was leading her back to the basement. Buffy broke away. "No…"
She watched him frown in annoyance before continuing.
"Cot's too small…my room."
He smiled again, kissing her.
They practically fell upstairs and into her room, banging around the hallways, making them glad all the Potentials were in the living room. Spike kicked open Buffy's door, her legs were now wrapped around her waist as he was pretty much carrying her. Falling onto the bed they heard squeals and laughter. They broke, Spike now laying over Buffy, and looked across the room. A group of five or six teenage girls sat there, including Dawn. The couple had 'deer caught in headlights' written all over them, still not breaking their position. And Spike realized that somehow on their way upstairs he lost his shirt. "Bloody hell." Spike swore under his breath. As he got off of Buffy and sat down on the bed.
"Movie over, huh?" Buffy smiled uncomfortably at the girls.
A/N: Heehee. Well…did anybody get my thing about teatime? With Willow and Buffy? Well, that was in reference to their lil spat in…The Killer In Me? I have trouble remembering oh well. I hope you enjoyed this chapter; this ispretty long for me, huh?
