Okay, this is my first fiction....there isn't much to say, I am a huge BS shipper and this is set after the end of Buffy and after the episode of Angel where Angel and Spike go to Italy and see the back of "Buffy"'s head, anyways, please review this, I know everyone says this but I have NEVER written anything fanfiction before and I don't know whether to do another chapter on this, I will acknowledge everyone who review good or bad, that is if I do another chapter, which I will if at least 1 person tells me to, and soon because I have about a week with nothing to do right now, so read and review, even if its negative (I am so excited about getting a review I've never gotten one before :))
Awkward silence filled the room, a darkly foreboding man in a suit sat at his desk, he gave the impression that he had seen more in his days than most ever do, a tall black man and a bookish looking man who gave the impression he hadn't slept for days shared the comfortable looking couch. In one corner of the room stood a good-looking man dressed in black, his hair was white blonde and the temp worker who observed them smiled coyly as he looked at her.
"Mr. Angel, sir" she stammered "ummm...there's a man here to see you"
"send him in" Angel replied, he sounded bored as if he had said the words a thousand times before.
The man who entered the room was wearing a navy suit, he looked small and uncomfortable in it, almost as though he was playing dress-ups.
"Bloody hell, not again you stupid git, can't you leave us alone Andrew?" Spike's voice was a sharp contrast to the awkward silence that lingered in the air. "Andrew, I'm not going to Buffy, she doesn't need me, she doesn't want me, I won't ruin her life again"
"I know, I just...thought you should see this" Andrew held out a video "it was last week...at...at your memorial service"
Spike's expression was unreadable, he reached for the tape but Angel got there first, pushing a button on a fancy remote control Angel opened a large television hidden in the wall, he put the tape in and sat down, waiting for it to run.
"I don't know why I taped this, I just thought you should see it" Andrew said timidly as the screen showed an image being focused.
On the screen everyone watched intently as about 35 teenage girls, a redheaded woman, and two men, one old and one younger stared, like the camera at a gravestone, the camera was too out of focus to read it's inscription, a woman walked up to the stone, which was set outdoors, the place looked sunny and the faint sound of running water could be heard even on the tape. The young blonde woman looked up, her face was tearstained and she smiled meekly at the teenage girl beside her, a petite brunette, then she began to speak
"umm...we are all here today to spare a moment for a friend and an ally...a lot of you, in fact most of you didn't really like Spike, not many of you knew him but he was the most amazing...person" as she said the last word her breath caught in her throat and a tear slid down her face.
"Spike taught me more about life than anyone else I have ever known, which I guess is ironic because he wasn't technically alive, but he had more spirit than any human I know, Spike was always there for me, his support was unwavering, even when others abandoned me Spike was at my side" at the last sentence a few people looked around guiltily "Spike seldom asked for more than we could give, for his entire life...and unlife Spike searched for love and for companionship, despite being dead and at times, well, evil he devoted himself to others...it occurred to me, right before he...died" a huge sob escaped her lips and the older man with glasses on stepped up beside her patting her on the shoulder and comforting her, Buffy looked at the gravestone and with a deep sigh she continued her speech
"right before he died I realized that Spike had never been loved, he had loved enough for a billion people and he had devoted centuries to others, good or evil, but he never got anything close to love in return...but still he sacrificed his life for us...for me that night, and he died alone, he sacrificed his own life because despite the fact that most of you hated him he cared about your fates, I don't care if none of you liked me but please, think about this, think about the life he led and the sacrifices he made, because Spike was a true hero, Spike was a champion, I hope that that is how he is remembered"
girlish sobbing could be heard from behind the camera, presumably the person filming was touched, the film cut to the gravestone, blades of grass and leaf obscured part of the screen and it was assumed that the camera had been hidden there, someone's feet became visible in the frame and as she knelt at the grave Buffy's face was visible.
"hi, Spike, I...I don't know where you are or...if you are, but I wanted to read you what your gravestone says" Buffy sobbed quietly
"it says, here lies William, he was a true champion, I know it's lame, but I just, there was so much I wanted to say to you, too much went unsaid and I don't know if you believed me at the end, if you just wanted me to leave but Spike, I do love you...I need you to know that you are loved, you were loved, your life meant so much to me... I had this guy I was seeing for a while, I don't know why, I guess I just wanted everyone to think I had moved on, the immortal was perfect but I felt nothing, I just felt more hollowness inside me, I asked him to leave and he did" she looked like she wanted to cry but was trying to put on a brave face, Buffy let out a forced giggle "Spike, you have ruined me for every other man in the world"
"Anyway, I don't know how I can do this...life, whatever they are calling it these days without you, and I know I said it before but Spike I do love you, know that you were loved...you are loved"
On screen Buffy stood up and walked away, leaving just the gravesite but no one stopped it, silent tears streamed down Spike's face, Andrew stood up and left the room.
Gunn and Wesley looked at each other, they appeared to be in shock, Wesley contemplated something in his head before speaking out loud
"Spike, what is love?"
Spike eyed him as if he was crazy, but then he too seemed lost in thought
"It just can't be described like that, but Wesley..." the last part was added quietly, as an afterthought
"she isn't love, keeping a shrine of someone, not letting them go, it isn't love"
Wesley looked as though that was the answer he wanted and he left the room, Gunn followed after him.
Angel sat at his desk silently staring at Spike, his eyes showed little emotion but suddenly he appeared to come to some sort of conclusion and he reached into his desk and pulled a piece of paper out
"If you hurt her, I'll kill you" he said the words quietly before handing the paper to Spike and leaving the room.
Spike looked at what was in his hands, a one way plane ticket to Italy.
So how did my first attempt at writing go, now its time to attempt to post it on the site writers always whinge about ff.net, I begged for reviews at the top so I'll shut up now, but remember I'll personally acknowledge all reviewers and it only takes one, I repeat ONE good review to get another chapter.
Awkward silence filled the room, a darkly foreboding man in a suit sat at his desk, he gave the impression that he had seen more in his days than most ever do, a tall black man and a bookish looking man who gave the impression he hadn't slept for days shared the comfortable looking couch. In one corner of the room stood a good-looking man dressed in black, his hair was white blonde and the temp worker who observed them smiled coyly as he looked at her.
"Mr. Angel, sir" she stammered "ummm...there's a man here to see you"
"send him in" Angel replied, he sounded bored as if he had said the words a thousand times before.
The man who entered the room was wearing a navy suit, he looked small and uncomfortable in it, almost as though he was playing dress-ups.
"Bloody hell, not again you stupid git, can't you leave us alone Andrew?" Spike's voice was a sharp contrast to the awkward silence that lingered in the air. "Andrew, I'm not going to Buffy, she doesn't need me, she doesn't want me, I won't ruin her life again"
"I know, I just...thought you should see this" Andrew held out a video "it was last week...at...at your memorial service"
Spike's expression was unreadable, he reached for the tape but Angel got there first, pushing a button on a fancy remote control Angel opened a large television hidden in the wall, he put the tape in and sat down, waiting for it to run.
"I don't know why I taped this, I just thought you should see it" Andrew said timidly as the screen showed an image being focused.
On the screen everyone watched intently as about 35 teenage girls, a redheaded woman, and two men, one old and one younger stared, like the camera at a gravestone, the camera was too out of focus to read it's inscription, a woman walked up to the stone, which was set outdoors, the place looked sunny and the faint sound of running water could be heard even on the tape. The young blonde woman looked up, her face was tearstained and she smiled meekly at the teenage girl beside her, a petite brunette, then she began to speak
"umm...we are all here today to spare a moment for a friend and an ally...a lot of you, in fact most of you didn't really like Spike, not many of you knew him but he was the most amazing...person" as she said the last word her breath caught in her throat and a tear slid down her face.
"Spike taught me more about life than anyone else I have ever known, which I guess is ironic because he wasn't technically alive, but he had more spirit than any human I know, Spike was always there for me, his support was unwavering, even when others abandoned me Spike was at my side" at the last sentence a few people looked around guiltily "Spike seldom asked for more than we could give, for his entire life...and unlife Spike searched for love and for companionship, despite being dead and at times, well, evil he devoted himself to others...it occurred to me, right before he...died" a huge sob escaped her lips and the older man with glasses on stepped up beside her patting her on the shoulder and comforting her, Buffy looked at the gravestone and with a deep sigh she continued her speech
"right before he died I realized that Spike had never been loved, he had loved enough for a billion people and he had devoted centuries to others, good or evil, but he never got anything close to love in return...but still he sacrificed his life for us...for me that night, and he died alone, he sacrificed his own life because despite the fact that most of you hated him he cared about your fates, I don't care if none of you liked me but please, think about this, think about the life he led and the sacrifices he made, because Spike was a true hero, Spike was a champion, I hope that that is how he is remembered"
girlish sobbing could be heard from behind the camera, presumably the person filming was touched, the film cut to the gravestone, blades of grass and leaf obscured part of the screen and it was assumed that the camera had been hidden there, someone's feet became visible in the frame and as she knelt at the grave Buffy's face was visible.
"hi, Spike, I...I don't know where you are or...if you are, but I wanted to read you what your gravestone says" Buffy sobbed quietly
"it says, here lies William, he was a true champion, I know it's lame, but I just, there was so much I wanted to say to you, too much went unsaid and I don't know if you believed me at the end, if you just wanted me to leave but Spike, I do love you...I need you to know that you are loved, you were loved, your life meant so much to me... I had this guy I was seeing for a while, I don't know why, I guess I just wanted everyone to think I had moved on, the immortal was perfect but I felt nothing, I just felt more hollowness inside me, I asked him to leave and he did" she looked like she wanted to cry but was trying to put on a brave face, Buffy let out a forced giggle "Spike, you have ruined me for every other man in the world"
"Anyway, I don't know how I can do this...life, whatever they are calling it these days without you, and I know I said it before but Spike I do love you, know that you were loved...you are loved"
On screen Buffy stood up and walked away, leaving just the gravesite but no one stopped it, silent tears streamed down Spike's face, Andrew stood up and left the room.
Gunn and Wesley looked at each other, they appeared to be in shock, Wesley contemplated something in his head before speaking out loud
"Spike, what is love?"
Spike eyed him as if he was crazy, but then he too seemed lost in thought
"It just can't be described like that, but Wesley..." the last part was added quietly, as an afterthought
"she isn't love, keeping a shrine of someone, not letting them go, it isn't love"
Wesley looked as though that was the answer he wanted and he left the room, Gunn followed after him.
Angel sat at his desk silently staring at Spike, his eyes showed little emotion but suddenly he appeared to come to some sort of conclusion and he reached into his desk and pulled a piece of paper out
"If you hurt her, I'll kill you" he said the words quietly before handing the paper to Spike and leaving the room.
Spike looked at what was in his hands, a one way plane ticket to Italy.
So how did my first attempt at writing go, now its time to attempt to post it on the site writers always whinge about ff.net, I begged for reviews at the top so I'll shut up now, but remember I'll personally acknowledge all reviewers and it only takes one, I repeat ONE good review to get another chapter.