Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.11
Terrified
There's a number you can call for information, but I suppose that you don't want that kind of info, chp.1 have what you want.
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It had been three days, and the blonde couple was still as inseparable as the day they'd come out of their comas. They sit in Spikes room, on the sunny, Saturday morning, awaiting his family. He'd been told last night that they'd be by today, and he didn't have any inkling of who was going to show up.
Knowing that Buffy's reunion with her mother had gone well, he is now worried that his so-called family would be a big, bunch of anal retentive wankers.
He smiles as he remembers Joyce, she'd shown up for a few minutes everyday, and Buffy was completely ecstatic that in this world she still had a mother, but had lost a father. Which really wasn't all that hard to except, he hadn't been in the delusions, and she really didn't miss him in this reality.
He'd died the same way that Joyce had in Sunnydale, which made Spike remember how devastated Buffy had been when it had happened. The death of her mother had hit her so hard that she didn't care about everything else. She protected what she held near and dear, but she had basically shut down after the aneurysm took the life of her mother. Seeing her that way, the vacant look in her eyes during that time, it had nearly killed him again. His heart had broken a little more each time he'd seen her.
Glancing over to where she lay beside him, he sees the vibrant girl that he'd seen dancing with her friends, at the Bronze. That fateful night, he'd seen her for the first time. She had completely reverted back to the girl of seven years ago, with just a few visits from her mother. He had worried that she would become more distant for that first night here. But she'd done a one-eighty with the appearance of Joyce.
Now all he worried about, the family that wasn't really his. Knowing this he didn't mind the so-called delusional world of Sunnydale. At least there he knew whom his family was, and that they'd been dead for over a hundred and twenty years. Thinking about it, worried wasn't really the word for what he felt he's terrified of the whole thing.
Buffy waves her hand in front of his face as she leans up on an elbow. "Spikey?" She asks, now snapping her fingers, because waving her hand wasn't getting his attention.
At the snap of her fingers, he shakes his head, "Huh? What?" He says, trying to come out of the thoughts of his families visit.
"You do know that I've been acting like a fool for the last five minutes, trying to get you to come back down to earth." She replies, sliding as close as she can up against him, and takes his hand in hers. "What's up with you? It never takes more than a few seconds for little, ole me to catch your attention." She smiles, and flutters her eyelashes at him.
Smiling, he rolls his eyes toward the ceiling.
"Knew I could get a smile. You were being too serious, and with you that's usually a bad thing."
Leaning closer to her he places a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, Luv. I was jus' thinkin' 'bout when my 'family' gets here, and havin' to meet 'em 's'all."
"Spike." She drops his hand, and wraps her arm around his stomach. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. I'll be right here with you. Just like you've always been there for me." She explains, holding him tightly to her.
"What did I ever do to deserve even just one glance from you?" Trying to keep his tears in check, he pulls her on top of him.
She notices one lone tear roll out of the corner of his eye. "I think I'm the one that should be asking that question." She answers, reaching her hand up and wiping the tear away. "I don't deserve you, not after the way I treated you in those delusions. You should hate me for the rest of my life." She sighs, laying her head on his chest, as he pulls her even tighter in his embrace.
At her admission, his eyes find the top of her head, "Buffy." He whispers, raising a hand and threading her hair through his fingers. "You know I could never hate you. I don't think I even hated you when we first met."
He feels her chuckle against his chest. "No, you just wanted me dead for the fun of it?"
"Well, yeah! Me vampire, you slayer, that was the game." He chuckles, with a deep, resonating tone.
"I know that, Spike. I said it enough, but you really didn't hate me?"
"No, not you personally. It was never a question of whom you were, just what you were, and represented. But. . ." He pauses, cocking his head on the pillow he's propped on. "I got over that didn't I?" Smiling, he drops a kiss on the crown of her head.
"You did." She admits, softly saying it into the fabric covering his chest. "And I couldn't be happier about it." She had found out a lot of things in the last three days, and her hot breath passing through the fabric onto his skin was one of her favorites.
She hears the groan, and laughs.
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(Okay not as long as the last few chapters, but it's just a transition so that the next one fits into the story.)
Culf: I'm laughing my ass off here. That had to be one of the funniest reviews I've had in a while. You seem to have picked up on most of the stuff I hadn't touched on yet, but alas, Angel is a subject that I'm still not telling about.
Buffyfan: I'm totally happy that you're enjoying this as a whole, but I'm a little confused about the wrong part of some of the first chapters.
Ekmw511: Glad that you think the story is awesome. I was also to see a new reviewer. Hope you continue to enjoy this.
Spuffyfan4eva: MMMM! Good Spikey cookies. Can I have more? I just couldn't help myself. I got a hold of the first one and it just disappeared. All that Spikey goodness was just too much for me. Thanks for yet another ego boost.
SNangel: You're the first person to remark on the two most poignant parts of the whole chapter. You get a Spike shaped cookie. Although you might have to wrestle Spuffyfan4eva for it, she may be willing to share. I don't know though.
Kari: I love the lines that Spike had in the last chapter too. I have to say that it's probably my favorite chapter, because of it. Season 7 Buffy sorta took up for him; I just brought that into this. I hope it worked out all right.
Riverdoe: I have to most definitely agree with the wicked for this chapter. Spikes and Buffy's lines, god I don't think I've ever written more perfect lines for these two.
Chp.11
Terrified
There's a number you can call for information, but I suppose that you don't want that kind of info, chp.1 have what you want.
* * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It had been three days, and the blonde couple was still as inseparable as the day they'd come out of their comas. They sit in Spikes room, on the sunny, Saturday morning, awaiting his family. He'd been told last night that they'd be by today, and he didn't have any inkling of who was going to show up.
Knowing that Buffy's reunion with her mother had gone well, he is now worried that his so-called family would be a big, bunch of anal retentive wankers.
He smiles as he remembers Joyce, she'd shown up for a few minutes everyday, and Buffy was completely ecstatic that in this world she still had a mother, but had lost a father. Which really wasn't all that hard to except, he hadn't been in the delusions, and she really didn't miss him in this reality.
He'd died the same way that Joyce had in Sunnydale, which made Spike remember how devastated Buffy had been when it had happened. The death of her mother had hit her so hard that she didn't care about everything else. She protected what she held near and dear, but she had basically shut down after the aneurysm took the life of her mother. Seeing her that way, the vacant look in her eyes during that time, it had nearly killed him again. His heart had broken a little more each time he'd seen her.
Glancing over to where she lay beside him, he sees the vibrant girl that he'd seen dancing with her friends, at the Bronze. That fateful night, he'd seen her for the first time. She had completely reverted back to the girl of seven years ago, with just a few visits from her mother. He had worried that she would become more distant for that first night here. But she'd done a one-eighty with the appearance of Joyce.
Now all he worried about, the family that wasn't really his. Knowing this he didn't mind the so-called delusional world of Sunnydale. At least there he knew whom his family was, and that they'd been dead for over a hundred and twenty years. Thinking about it, worried wasn't really the word for what he felt he's terrified of the whole thing.
Buffy waves her hand in front of his face as she leans up on an elbow. "Spikey?" She asks, now snapping her fingers, because waving her hand wasn't getting his attention.
At the snap of her fingers, he shakes his head, "Huh? What?" He says, trying to come out of the thoughts of his families visit.
"You do know that I've been acting like a fool for the last five minutes, trying to get you to come back down to earth." She replies, sliding as close as she can up against him, and takes his hand in hers. "What's up with you? It never takes more than a few seconds for little, ole me to catch your attention." She smiles, and flutters her eyelashes at him.
Smiling, he rolls his eyes toward the ceiling.
"Knew I could get a smile. You were being too serious, and with you that's usually a bad thing."
Leaning closer to her he places a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, Luv. I was jus' thinkin' 'bout when my 'family' gets here, and havin' to meet 'em 's'all."
"Spike." She drops his hand, and wraps her arm around his stomach. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. I'll be right here with you. Just like you've always been there for me." She explains, holding him tightly to her.
"What did I ever do to deserve even just one glance from you?" Trying to keep his tears in check, he pulls her on top of him.
She notices one lone tear roll out of the corner of his eye. "I think I'm the one that should be asking that question." She answers, reaching her hand up and wiping the tear away. "I don't deserve you, not after the way I treated you in those delusions. You should hate me for the rest of my life." She sighs, laying her head on his chest, as he pulls her even tighter in his embrace.
At her admission, his eyes find the top of her head, "Buffy." He whispers, raising a hand and threading her hair through his fingers. "You know I could never hate you. I don't think I even hated you when we first met."
He feels her chuckle against his chest. "No, you just wanted me dead for the fun of it?"
"Well, yeah! Me vampire, you slayer, that was the game." He chuckles, with a deep, resonating tone.
"I know that, Spike. I said it enough, but you really didn't hate me?"
"No, not you personally. It was never a question of whom you were, just what you were, and represented. But. . ." He pauses, cocking his head on the pillow he's propped on. "I got over that didn't I?" Smiling, he drops a kiss on the crown of her head.
"You did." She admits, softly saying it into the fabric covering his chest. "And I couldn't be happier about it." She had found out a lot of things in the last three days, and her hot breath passing through the fabric onto his skin was one of her favorites.
She hears the groan, and laughs.
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(Okay not as long as the last few chapters, but it's just a transition so that the next one fits into the story.)
Culf: I'm laughing my ass off here. That had to be one of the funniest reviews I've had in a while. You seem to have picked up on most of the stuff I hadn't touched on yet, but alas, Angel is a subject that I'm still not telling about.
Buffyfan: I'm totally happy that you're enjoying this as a whole, but I'm a little confused about the wrong part of some of the first chapters.
Ekmw511: Glad that you think the story is awesome. I was also to see a new reviewer. Hope you continue to enjoy this.
Spuffyfan4eva: MMMM! Good Spikey cookies. Can I have more? I just couldn't help myself. I got a hold of the first one and it just disappeared. All that Spikey goodness was just too much for me. Thanks for yet another ego boost.
SNangel: You're the first person to remark on the two most poignant parts of the whole chapter. You get a Spike shaped cookie. Although you might have to wrestle Spuffyfan4eva for it, she may be willing to share. I don't know though.
Kari: I love the lines that Spike had in the last chapter too. I have to say that it's probably my favorite chapter, because of it. Season 7 Buffy sorta took up for him; I just brought that into this. I hope it worked out all right.
Riverdoe: I have to most definitely agree with the wicked for this chapter. Spikes and Buffy's lines, god I don't think I've ever written more perfect lines for these two.