Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.41
Only to Dream
All other information is in the first chapter
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He'd been following Dawn and her softly swaying hair for about ten minutes. They had been silent for most of the time. He came to notice that most of the doors they pass are an ordinary non-descript wood, until she led him into the lift, which had the ordinary old, metal doors. It was a change of scenery anyway.
Now she led him down a hall with the same non-descript doors, the only thing different being that these doors have tiny, little, metal numbers beside of them.
Dawn suddenly stops at a door, and he nearly walks right over her. His head cocks to the side in question at the brunette.
Dawn shrugs her shoulders, and places her hand on the handle of the hospital room door.
Spike smiles as he breathes in a deep sigh. With the action he'd been able to sense whom is behind the door. God he'd missed the abilities of the demon. He wants to push passed the brunette as she opens the door, but sees the look she throws over her shoulder at him, and stills his instincts.
Dawn cracks the door just enough to slip through, but Spike could hear the girl inside, and his heartbreaks at the sobbing his Buffy is emitting. It takes all of his will power not to just push open the door, rush to her side, and envelope her in his embrace. Standing outside is killing him, god he wants to be in there with her.
His head comes up as he remembers that his demon is back, and tries to listen to what's going on in the room. Dawn's voice comes to him in a whisper. "Buffy?" and then the answering "HMM?" That his girl lets out on a strangled sob. He smiles, running a hand through his hair, and stills himself yet again.
Buffy sounds as if she could care less if anyone came to see her, or even talk to her. Agitated Spike decides to make his presence known. Slipping closer to the door, he prepares to make a grand entrance just as Dawns voice floats through the wooden door.
"There's someone here to see you." He can hear the excitement in the girl's voice, and decides he can wait a bit longer. He couldn't take her enjoyment away. He'd let her make his entrance for him. He can tell that Dawn is nearly dying with the anticipation. Spike chuckles. "If it's Angel, I really don't want to see him." He hears Buffy say quietly through the muffled sobbing. He sighs indignantly, but she doesn't want to see the big poof, and that's always a good sign.
Standing there he can hear that Buffy has started to cry in earnest now. His mind conjures a picture of her, tears streaking down her beautiful face, not meeting her sister's expressive blue eyes. His heart shatters at the image.
Dawn's sarcastic voice comes through to him, again. "No! It isn't Peaches."
At the name, he laughs. How could he not? It was bloody hilarious.
"I do know that you wouldn't want to pass up the chance to see this person." Her voice is getting closer to the door, as she speaks. He readies his self as the door is flung open.
The girl stumbles as she almost slams her head right into his chest. She figured that he'd be a little farther away.
Spike smiles at the amused look on Dawns face and slowly steps past her into the room. Checking the place out he sees a body lying prone on the bed directly in front of him, the eggshell colored walls, and the blonde, beauty staring blankly at the far wall. He sighs heavily, as he notices the machines, and tubes connected to her. His fists clench, tightly at his sides as he takes it all in.
"Hello, Luv." He finally says, when he sees that she isn't going to acknowledge that there is even anyone else in the room with her.
Her breath catches in her throat, half way through a sob. She must be imagining stuff; Dawn had told her not even half an hour ago that he hadn't made it through the collapse. She must have fallen asleep; because there's no way she isn't dreaming. She lets the breath out, refusing to turn her head in his direction, afraid if she does he'll disappear, and she can't take the reality of him not being there. How cruel can fate, the Powers, or whatever be to her?
"Pet?" She hears that deep, concerned voice. Still she refuses to look. She hears shuffling behind her. Suddenly her vision is obscured, instead of the sickening eggshell of the wall, everything has suddenly become a black void. 'Oh great now I'm blind.' She thinks. 'I refuse to look at him, and I go blind.'
"Buffy?" It's a faint whisper, as if the wind had whistled it. Her name in a breath, nothing more, nothing less, and it's the most beautiful word she's ever heard, just because it's his voice saying it. Like a prayer ringing through her ears, the only prayer the vampire had ever said.
She finally gives into the temptation. Her eyes fall to the worn, combat boots, slowly moving up his legs, to his chest, and finally his face comes into view. She lets out a sob, her eyes meeting the bluest pools of concern that she's ever seen, and will never see again.
Her heart skips a beat; she knows it isn't real, god why'd she have to look? "Spike?" She shouldn't have said it, but she did, and it was a sad, little squeak. Nothing like the sweetness of his voice as he'd said her name. As she stares at him, she starts to sob. This time not because she's grieving, but because even if she is dreaming she's happy to see her boyfriend. She then starts to laugh hysterically. She'd never wake-up if this were a dream.
"Yeah, Luv." His answers quietly, as she comes out of her thoughts, his mind takes in every inch of her lying in front of him. He smiles as he sees that there isn't anything wrong with her. "It's me, Sweetheart." His smile brightens as her eyes dry up. "I remember all of it, too, Buffy. Every little detail."
The whispered admission, makes her eyes find his, again, and she sits up as she reads the truth written in the blue depths. "Y-You remember?" She asks, not believing for a second that she isn't dreaming, and her eyes start to tear up again.
He watches intently as she slides up the headboard, hearing her words. "Wouldn't have mentioned it, if I didn't." He answers, reaching a hand out to softly, caress her cheek, and wipe away a stray tear.
She watches as he reaches out, expecting the gentle touch, she presses into it, and closes her eyes. 'If he touches me, I'll know if this is a dream or not.'
He sees her eyes close in anticipation of his touch, and he watches in horror as his hand slips right through her cheek, and more tears start to form, but they aren't hers.
"Are you going to touch me? You have to so I'll know this is real."
'She doesn't think this is real.' He thinks, letting out a chuckling sob. "I just did, Pet." He answers. Reaching out as she opens her eyes he tries to lay his hand on her cheek. "It seems as if I have a slight problem, Luv."
They stare at each other for a long moment, disbelief written in their eyes.
"Spike?" She knew it. It's a frickin' dream. 'Fate loves playing sick tricks on me.'
Spike sees the realization come over her face. "Oh, bloody buggering hell!" He screams. "Buffy, Luv. This is real, I swear it's bloody real."
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(Well finally an update. I'm sorry it took so long, but the chapters will probably be coming once a week for a little while. Work is totally kicking my butt, and I'm sick as a dog right now. So if this isn't as great as the rest of them, it's because I have a screaming headache, and feel like a mac truck ran over me.)
Chp.41
Only to Dream
All other information is in the first chapter
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He'd been following Dawn and her softly swaying hair for about ten minutes. They had been silent for most of the time. He came to notice that most of the doors they pass are an ordinary non-descript wood, until she led him into the lift, which had the ordinary old, metal doors. It was a change of scenery anyway.
Now she led him down a hall with the same non-descript doors, the only thing different being that these doors have tiny, little, metal numbers beside of them.
Dawn suddenly stops at a door, and he nearly walks right over her. His head cocks to the side in question at the brunette.
Dawn shrugs her shoulders, and places her hand on the handle of the hospital room door.
Spike smiles as he breathes in a deep sigh. With the action he'd been able to sense whom is behind the door. God he'd missed the abilities of the demon. He wants to push passed the brunette as she opens the door, but sees the look she throws over her shoulder at him, and stills his instincts.
Dawn cracks the door just enough to slip through, but Spike could hear the girl inside, and his heartbreaks at the sobbing his Buffy is emitting. It takes all of his will power not to just push open the door, rush to her side, and envelope her in his embrace. Standing outside is killing him, god he wants to be in there with her.
His head comes up as he remembers that his demon is back, and tries to listen to what's going on in the room. Dawn's voice comes to him in a whisper. "Buffy?" and then the answering "HMM?" That his girl lets out on a strangled sob. He smiles, running a hand through his hair, and stills himself yet again.
Buffy sounds as if she could care less if anyone came to see her, or even talk to her. Agitated Spike decides to make his presence known. Slipping closer to the door, he prepares to make a grand entrance just as Dawns voice floats through the wooden door.
"There's someone here to see you." He can hear the excitement in the girl's voice, and decides he can wait a bit longer. He couldn't take her enjoyment away. He'd let her make his entrance for him. He can tell that Dawn is nearly dying with the anticipation. Spike chuckles. "If it's Angel, I really don't want to see him." He hears Buffy say quietly through the muffled sobbing. He sighs indignantly, but she doesn't want to see the big poof, and that's always a good sign.
Standing there he can hear that Buffy has started to cry in earnest now. His mind conjures a picture of her, tears streaking down her beautiful face, not meeting her sister's expressive blue eyes. His heart shatters at the image.
Dawn's sarcastic voice comes through to him, again. "No! It isn't Peaches."
At the name, he laughs. How could he not? It was bloody hilarious.
"I do know that you wouldn't want to pass up the chance to see this person." Her voice is getting closer to the door, as she speaks. He readies his self as the door is flung open.
The girl stumbles as she almost slams her head right into his chest. She figured that he'd be a little farther away.
Spike smiles at the amused look on Dawns face and slowly steps past her into the room. Checking the place out he sees a body lying prone on the bed directly in front of him, the eggshell colored walls, and the blonde, beauty staring blankly at the far wall. He sighs heavily, as he notices the machines, and tubes connected to her. His fists clench, tightly at his sides as he takes it all in.
"Hello, Luv." He finally says, when he sees that she isn't going to acknowledge that there is even anyone else in the room with her.
Her breath catches in her throat, half way through a sob. She must be imagining stuff; Dawn had told her not even half an hour ago that he hadn't made it through the collapse. She must have fallen asleep; because there's no way she isn't dreaming. She lets the breath out, refusing to turn her head in his direction, afraid if she does he'll disappear, and she can't take the reality of him not being there. How cruel can fate, the Powers, or whatever be to her?
"Pet?" She hears that deep, concerned voice. Still she refuses to look. She hears shuffling behind her. Suddenly her vision is obscured, instead of the sickening eggshell of the wall, everything has suddenly become a black void. 'Oh great now I'm blind.' She thinks. 'I refuse to look at him, and I go blind.'
"Buffy?" It's a faint whisper, as if the wind had whistled it. Her name in a breath, nothing more, nothing less, and it's the most beautiful word she's ever heard, just because it's his voice saying it. Like a prayer ringing through her ears, the only prayer the vampire had ever said.
She finally gives into the temptation. Her eyes fall to the worn, combat boots, slowly moving up his legs, to his chest, and finally his face comes into view. She lets out a sob, her eyes meeting the bluest pools of concern that she's ever seen, and will never see again.
Her heart skips a beat; she knows it isn't real, god why'd she have to look? "Spike?" She shouldn't have said it, but she did, and it was a sad, little squeak. Nothing like the sweetness of his voice as he'd said her name. As she stares at him, she starts to sob. This time not because she's grieving, but because even if she is dreaming she's happy to see her boyfriend. She then starts to laugh hysterically. She'd never wake-up if this were a dream.
"Yeah, Luv." His answers quietly, as she comes out of her thoughts, his mind takes in every inch of her lying in front of him. He smiles as he sees that there isn't anything wrong with her. "It's me, Sweetheart." His smile brightens as her eyes dry up. "I remember all of it, too, Buffy. Every little detail."
The whispered admission, makes her eyes find his, again, and she sits up as she reads the truth written in the blue depths. "Y-You remember?" She asks, not believing for a second that she isn't dreaming, and her eyes start to tear up again.
He watches intently as she slides up the headboard, hearing her words. "Wouldn't have mentioned it, if I didn't." He answers, reaching a hand out to softly, caress her cheek, and wipe away a stray tear.
She watches as he reaches out, expecting the gentle touch, she presses into it, and closes her eyes. 'If he touches me, I'll know if this is a dream or not.'
He sees her eyes close in anticipation of his touch, and he watches in horror as his hand slips right through her cheek, and more tears start to form, but they aren't hers.
"Are you going to touch me? You have to so I'll know this is real."
'She doesn't think this is real.' He thinks, letting out a chuckling sob. "I just did, Pet." He answers. Reaching out as she opens her eyes he tries to lay his hand on her cheek. "It seems as if I have a slight problem, Luv."
They stare at each other for a long moment, disbelief written in their eyes.
"Spike?" She knew it. It's a frickin' dream. 'Fate loves playing sick tricks on me.'
Spike sees the realization come over her face. "Oh, bloody buggering hell!" He screams. "Buffy, Luv. This is real, I swear it's bloody real."
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(Well finally an update. I'm sorry it took so long, but the chapters will probably be coming once a week for a little while. Work is totally kicking my butt, and I'm sick as a dog right now. So if this isn't as great as the rest of them, it's because I have a screaming headache, and feel like a mac truck ran over me.)