Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.7
Story of Her Life
Information? First chapter, check it out
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Spikes arm slowly slides down the back of the couch to rest comfortably on her shoulders, as Buffy looks at everyone else sitting around her. Her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, gazing in them for a few seconds, before landing in blue eyes of the man sprawled over the couch beside her. After a few moments, that seemed more like ions, Spike slightly, nods his head in assurance. Telling her that when the time comes he'll have her back, like he always does.
When she sees him nod, she hesitantly smiles, nodding back at him, and taking a deep breath she begins her tale of Slayers, vampires, and demons.
Turning from his gaze to the curious, green eyed, stare of Willow, she lets out the breath, and turns her eyes to meet Tara's sweet, little smirk. She can't help smiling, back at the woman.
Taking another deep, steadying breath. "Well, it all began when I was fifteen. The year I started high school. Actually, it was right around a week after my birthday. I started having these visions about these fangy creatures with bright, golden yellow eyes." She begins her tale, her eyes glancing back and forth to the two women sitting in front of her, not able to keep her eyes on just one of them.
Buffy starts telling them about how she and Spike know each other, "In the delusion he jumped out of an alley, and threatened to kill me."
Hearing the people talking in the outer room, Giles quietly comes over to the door, noticing the group over in the alcove beside the door.
William is sitting on the couch, his arm slung over a pretty, little blondes shoulder. Giles assumes that the young lady is Miss Summers.
His eye being caught by a flash of red hair, he tears his eyes away from the two people on the couch, to the couple sitting in and on the seat directly across from them. Tara sits in the chair while Willow has perched, precariously on the arm. Her hand fiddling with a strand of the blondes hair, as she listens intently to the young, blonde woman, tell them about the delusions she'd been having for the past seven years.
Dr. Wood had given him a copy of her file. He had been reading through it, for the second time, when he'd heard the voices in the sitting room.
Spike makes a comment on something, or it may be a correction, bringing the doctor out of his thoughts, and back to the conversation going on the alcove.
Keenly observing Spike, Giles watches intent on the way he is acting. His arm never leaving her shoulders, he is as supportive as he can be. He doesn't even notice that he's playing the concerned boyfriend.
"Good God! Slayer!" He shouts. "That's not how it happened."
Giles is once again yanked out of the internal thought process, and back to the life story of a slayer, and her friends and family. Noticing that the tale is coming to an end. He focuses back on the girl.
"Sunnydale collapsed, Spike was still in that hole. He wouldn't leave said it was for him to do the clean-up." Tears stream down her face at the memory. "Then I turned to look at everyone and everything disappeared, and I was here." She finishes the story, as Spike pulls her almost onto his lap, her hip comes to rest right up against his, as he reaches up with his thumb to catch a few tears running down her cheek.
"Shh, Pet. I'm sittin' right here." she turns her head into his chest, wiping her tears on his shirt. " Nothin's gonna make me leave you, again." He says, as she looks up at him. His lips whisper over her brow. Barely touching her skin, before pulling away.
He opens his eyes to her intent green stare, and his breath catches in his throat, as she places her hand on his face, leans up and places a feather light kiss upon his lips.
Leaning against the door facing, and going over the story that had just been told. Giles watches the gathering, and comes up with a theory of why these two complete strangers came out of their comas when they did. 'Sunnydale had fallen into destruction; they had nothing to hang onto there any longer.' He pulls his glasses from his face, and chews on the earpiece in thought.
Placing the glasses back on his face, he clears his throat in an attempt to bring the attention to himself. "That's quite an interesting story that you've just told." He smiles warmly at the surprised look on the pretty, little, young lady's face, with Williams arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
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(I'm soo sorry that I didn't get to update yesterday. I got called to work, after I got off of another job, I was so tired when I got home I ate and went to bed, I didn't even get to watch Tru Calling.)
Spuffyfan4eva: I have 26 chapters written, why would I not update? I know I didn't yesterday, but I worked one job and as soon as I got off I went directly to another job. It sucked major rotten eggs.
Lilmamaday: HMM, I can't really tell you anything about what you asked, I'm sorry. You know me I like to keep even the tiniest surprise secret until I get to it. I promise everything will be revealed.
Rose Williams: Thanks for reviewing; I'm glad that you like the premise of the story. I understand the whole present tense thing, because the whole Normal Again theme came from Season six, but the story is written post-Chosen so present tense it is. Hope that you continue to like this, and I'm totally on the wagon with the Spuffiness, right there with you.
Tru Faith: I like the name. I totally love Tru Calling. I'm an addict, too, they say if you can admit you have a problem, that it's the beginning of recovery, right? Well I've admitted it, but I don't see a recovery for a very long time. Thanks for the review.
Misspiggyau: Haven't seen you in a while. Everything is of the good around here. I just finished chapter 26, so I'm a happy camper. Boredom sucks, especially when at work.
Caliope: Spuffy is very much of the good. I try to update everyday, but sometimes working two jobs it's kinda hard to do.
Buffspike: You're welcome! I love the name because I get all kinds of nice little visuals when I read it. I know corny, but have you seen Spike? Very buff. I'm sorry I didn't get to update yesterday, but working two jobs made me tired, especially when a horse basically drags you all over the field, and won't listen to a damned thing that you're trying to teach it.
Kari: Confusing? I didn't mean to confuse anyone, but I can see how it could be confusing. You'll be surprised at the positions that I've put the rest of the Scoob's in, and some people that aren't part of the gang, too. I still have a long way to go. So there's a lot of explaining left.
Chp.7
Story of Her Life
Information? First chapter, check it out
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Spikes arm slowly slides down the back of the couch to rest comfortably on her shoulders, as Buffy looks at everyone else sitting around her. Her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, gazing in them for a few seconds, before landing in blue eyes of the man sprawled over the couch beside her. After a few moments, that seemed more like ions, Spike slightly, nods his head in assurance. Telling her that when the time comes he'll have her back, like he always does.
When she sees him nod, she hesitantly smiles, nodding back at him, and taking a deep breath she begins her tale of Slayers, vampires, and demons.
Turning from his gaze to the curious, green eyed, stare of Willow, she lets out the breath, and turns her eyes to meet Tara's sweet, little smirk. She can't help smiling, back at the woman.
Taking another deep, steadying breath. "Well, it all began when I was fifteen. The year I started high school. Actually, it was right around a week after my birthday. I started having these visions about these fangy creatures with bright, golden yellow eyes." She begins her tale, her eyes glancing back and forth to the two women sitting in front of her, not able to keep her eyes on just one of them.
Buffy starts telling them about how she and Spike know each other, "In the delusion he jumped out of an alley, and threatened to kill me."
Hearing the people talking in the outer room, Giles quietly comes over to the door, noticing the group over in the alcove beside the door.
William is sitting on the couch, his arm slung over a pretty, little blondes shoulder. Giles assumes that the young lady is Miss Summers.
His eye being caught by a flash of red hair, he tears his eyes away from the two people on the couch, to the couple sitting in and on the seat directly across from them. Tara sits in the chair while Willow has perched, precariously on the arm. Her hand fiddling with a strand of the blondes hair, as she listens intently to the young, blonde woman, tell them about the delusions she'd been having for the past seven years.
Dr. Wood had given him a copy of her file. He had been reading through it, for the second time, when he'd heard the voices in the sitting room.
Spike makes a comment on something, or it may be a correction, bringing the doctor out of his thoughts, and back to the conversation going on the alcove.
Keenly observing Spike, Giles watches intent on the way he is acting. His arm never leaving her shoulders, he is as supportive as he can be. He doesn't even notice that he's playing the concerned boyfriend.
"Good God! Slayer!" He shouts. "That's not how it happened."
Giles is once again yanked out of the internal thought process, and back to the life story of a slayer, and her friends and family. Noticing that the tale is coming to an end. He focuses back on the girl.
"Sunnydale collapsed, Spike was still in that hole. He wouldn't leave said it was for him to do the clean-up." Tears stream down her face at the memory. "Then I turned to look at everyone and everything disappeared, and I was here." She finishes the story, as Spike pulls her almost onto his lap, her hip comes to rest right up against his, as he reaches up with his thumb to catch a few tears running down her cheek.
"Shh, Pet. I'm sittin' right here." she turns her head into his chest, wiping her tears on his shirt. " Nothin's gonna make me leave you, again." He says, as she looks up at him. His lips whisper over her brow. Barely touching her skin, before pulling away.
He opens his eyes to her intent green stare, and his breath catches in his throat, as she places her hand on his face, leans up and places a feather light kiss upon his lips.
Leaning against the door facing, and going over the story that had just been told. Giles watches the gathering, and comes up with a theory of why these two complete strangers came out of their comas when they did. 'Sunnydale had fallen into destruction; they had nothing to hang onto there any longer.' He pulls his glasses from his face, and chews on the earpiece in thought.
Placing the glasses back on his face, he clears his throat in an attempt to bring the attention to himself. "That's quite an interesting story that you've just told." He smiles warmly at the surprised look on the pretty, little, young lady's face, with Williams arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
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(I'm soo sorry that I didn't get to update yesterday. I got called to work, after I got off of another job, I was so tired when I got home I ate and went to bed, I didn't even get to watch Tru Calling.)
Spuffyfan4eva: I have 26 chapters written, why would I not update? I know I didn't yesterday, but I worked one job and as soon as I got off I went directly to another job. It sucked major rotten eggs.
Lilmamaday: HMM, I can't really tell you anything about what you asked, I'm sorry. You know me I like to keep even the tiniest surprise secret until I get to it. I promise everything will be revealed.
Rose Williams: Thanks for reviewing; I'm glad that you like the premise of the story. I understand the whole present tense thing, because the whole Normal Again theme came from Season six, but the story is written post-Chosen so present tense it is. Hope that you continue to like this, and I'm totally on the wagon with the Spuffiness, right there with you.
Tru Faith: I like the name. I totally love Tru Calling. I'm an addict, too, they say if you can admit you have a problem, that it's the beginning of recovery, right? Well I've admitted it, but I don't see a recovery for a very long time. Thanks for the review.
Misspiggyau: Haven't seen you in a while. Everything is of the good around here. I just finished chapter 26, so I'm a happy camper. Boredom sucks, especially when at work.
Caliope: Spuffy is very much of the good. I try to update everyday, but sometimes working two jobs it's kinda hard to do.
Buffspike: You're welcome! I love the name because I get all kinds of nice little visuals when I read it. I know corny, but have you seen Spike? Very buff. I'm sorry I didn't get to update yesterday, but working two jobs made me tired, especially when a horse basically drags you all over the field, and won't listen to a damned thing that you're trying to teach it.
Kari: Confusing? I didn't mean to confuse anyone, but I can see how it could be confusing. You'll be surprised at the positions that I've put the rest of the Scoob's in, and some people that aren't part of the gang, too. I still have a long way to go. So there's a lot of explaining left.