Disclaimer: Alright, once more, I don't own Spike or Buffy or Conner or
Dawn, everyone that Joss created I don't own. Nor do I own the pretty
actors that play these characters. If I did then James Marsters would be my
tutor in everything.
A/N: Wow. Crap I haven't been keeping up with this and I keep meaning to. I'm sorry for those of you who have been faithfully reading and faithfully waiting for an update. I'm sorry this is so short but it had to be. We're on the sad depressing parts and I can only take so much of that when I'm sitting here writing it. Sorry for the lack of upsdate, I've been on a small hiatus because of silly writers block. –shoots it- Hopefully, it will go away and I'll have a BIG chapter for you. Till now, enjoy the wonderful Spikeness. He's finally growing up! And please remember to review. Thanks! ^_^
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Spike smiled as the bint on the telly talked about how her life had to be better than it was. It had to be more than this provincial life. Suddenly, his bedroom door swung open and Spike tried to turn the television off. Grabbing for the remote he was ten seconds too late to stop Conner from seeing what was on. The teenager gave him a weary glance.
"Alright, I can deal with you liking those chick flicks but you mean to tell me you actually like watching this?" Spike raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"No. No of course not. My," He sighed, "What does it matter that I like a bint that reads eh? There's nothing wrong with her!" Spike growled as he finally got Beauty and the Beast to shut off. Tossing the remote on his bed Spike looked up towards Conner to notice the tears in his eyes. "Hey, what's up mate? What's bothering you?" He asked. Conner shook his head, trying to figure out the words, trying to figure out what to say because his head was all jumbled up. He didn't know what was going to happen. Sitting down on the edge of Spike's bed, Conner ran his fingers through his hair.
"It's the girl. The girl I like. She's sick." Spike looked towards Conner in complete confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's sick. She's been in the hospital for the past week. I went over to her house today so she could have her homework and when her sister, you know Buffy, answered the door, Buffy looked like she'd been crying." Conner tried catching his breath as he cried, "Dawn's got leukemia and the doctor's say that they're optimistic but you should see her Spike. She's, she's so sick and pale." Spike slowly wrapped an arm around Conner and sighed. Looking down to the ground he looked up towards the cross hanging on his wall. Shaking his head he let the boy cry out everything he needed to and when he was done, Spike slowly stood up.
"So you say you've got a girl that's sick that you really care about and you're still here?" When Conner looked up to him, Spike continued, "If there's one thing I've learned mate, its when your girl is sick and in need of some comforting, the manly thing to do, is suck it up, go hang out with her a bit and let her pick the movie. So lets go." Conner shook his head.
"I can't."
"Why the bleedin' hell not?"
"Dawn didn't want to see me." Conner sighed. "I even bought her a gift and brought flowers, but Buffy told me she didn't want me to see her at all." Spike shook his head and sighed as he grabbed his trench coat. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find Buffy and convince her that her little niblet sister needs the guy she cares about the most to talk to her and if I can't convince Buffy then we're going to find a way for you to get into that house. So sit tight, watch a bit of Beauty and the Beast, I've got the Little Mermaid in there as well so just be the good boy that you've been and wait till I get back." Spike smiled triumphantly and sauntered out of his room. Conner sighed and looked at the DVD's that Spike had spread along his room.
"For a guy who tries to act tough, he's sure got a soft spot."
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Buffy knelt in the church pew, rosary beads clutched in her hand. With a sigh, she slowly stood up and turned to leave when she suddenly stopped. Standing in the doorway of the church was the familiar platinum blonde head, clothed in all black, with his black trench coat hanging just around his calves. He smirked towards her and she sighed, there he was, in all his hotnes- she meant in all his...what did she mean?
"Figured I'd find you in here luv, course, being that church isn't really my style I decided to stay back here. Maybe then the big guy upstairs wouldn't, I don't know, strike me down to the rubber of my shoes." Buffy kept herself from laughing and just walked towards the door and brushed by Spike. It wasn't until he grabbed her arm that she even stopped and looked at him.
"What do you want Spike?"
"I just want to talk is all luv, just talk." He looked down towards the hand that was clasped around her arm and let go, looking towards the ground, "I, well I heard about the niblet." Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"About who?" Spike sighed, and shoved his fingers through his hair.
"Your sister." Buffy paled considerably and fought the tears from coming back up. She pushed them back.
"Yeah, and?" Buffy turned and started walking towards her car quickly, but Spike was keeping up with her.
"And, well, aren't you going to convince her that Conner needs to see her?" Buffy kept walking.
"No. Dawn asked me not to let Conner go upstairs so I'm just following her wishes. I'm only doing what my younger sister asked me to do." Spike growled in frustration and when Buffy got to her car, she trembled as she tried putting the key in the door to unlock it.
"Jesus Buffy, what you're doing is locking her up, keeping her away from her life. You're acting as if she's going to die." Buffy whirled around, her eyes now flooded but the tears didn't fall. Before Spike could do much more he didn't see the hand heading for his face in a vicious slap. When his face recovered, and he touched his cheek, the heat from the sudden contact was forming into a hand; he could feel it.
"How dare you." Buffy muttered. Spike's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"How dare I what Buffy? Call your bluff?" Buffy tried to turn back around but Spike pinned her against the car, one hand on either side of her. He leaned closer. "The last thing your sister needs to be secluded from the world. She may not want to see Conner right now but that's where you come in." He looked down into her eyes and wiped the single tear that fell away with his thumb.
"What am I supposed to do? You don't understand, seeing her, so full of life one moment and in the next she's throwing up everything she ate for the past couple days. I can't take it. I can't, I need to be there for her. Only I can be." Buffy started crying and her forehead rested against Spike's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rubbed her back gently. He kissed the top of her head gently.
"Just go ahead and cry luv. Cry till you can't cry anymore, I'll be here."
A/N: Wow. Crap I haven't been keeping up with this and I keep meaning to. I'm sorry for those of you who have been faithfully reading and faithfully waiting for an update. I'm sorry this is so short but it had to be. We're on the sad depressing parts and I can only take so much of that when I'm sitting here writing it. Sorry for the lack of upsdate, I've been on a small hiatus because of silly writers block. –shoots it- Hopefully, it will go away and I'll have a BIG chapter for you. Till now, enjoy the wonderful Spikeness. He's finally growing up! And please remember to review. Thanks! ^_^
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Spike smiled as the bint on the telly talked about how her life had to be better than it was. It had to be more than this provincial life. Suddenly, his bedroom door swung open and Spike tried to turn the television off. Grabbing for the remote he was ten seconds too late to stop Conner from seeing what was on. The teenager gave him a weary glance.
"Alright, I can deal with you liking those chick flicks but you mean to tell me you actually like watching this?" Spike raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"No. No of course not. My," He sighed, "What does it matter that I like a bint that reads eh? There's nothing wrong with her!" Spike growled as he finally got Beauty and the Beast to shut off. Tossing the remote on his bed Spike looked up towards Conner to notice the tears in his eyes. "Hey, what's up mate? What's bothering you?" He asked. Conner shook his head, trying to figure out the words, trying to figure out what to say because his head was all jumbled up. He didn't know what was going to happen. Sitting down on the edge of Spike's bed, Conner ran his fingers through his hair.
"It's the girl. The girl I like. She's sick." Spike looked towards Conner in complete confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's sick. She's been in the hospital for the past week. I went over to her house today so she could have her homework and when her sister, you know Buffy, answered the door, Buffy looked like she'd been crying." Conner tried catching his breath as he cried, "Dawn's got leukemia and the doctor's say that they're optimistic but you should see her Spike. She's, she's so sick and pale." Spike slowly wrapped an arm around Conner and sighed. Looking down to the ground he looked up towards the cross hanging on his wall. Shaking his head he let the boy cry out everything he needed to and when he was done, Spike slowly stood up.
"So you say you've got a girl that's sick that you really care about and you're still here?" When Conner looked up to him, Spike continued, "If there's one thing I've learned mate, its when your girl is sick and in need of some comforting, the manly thing to do, is suck it up, go hang out with her a bit and let her pick the movie. So lets go." Conner shook his head.
"I can't."
"Why the bleedin' hell not?"
"Dawn didn't want to see me." Conner sighed. "I even bought her a gift and brought flowers, but Buffy told me she didn't want me to see her at all." Spike shook his head and sighed as he grabbed his trench coat. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find Buffy and convince her that her little niblet sister needs the guy she cares about the most to talk to her and if I can't convince Buffy then we're going to find a way for you to get into that house. So sit tight, watch a bit of Beauty and the Beast, I've got the Little Mermaid in there as well so just be the good boy that you've been and wait till I get back." Spike smiled triumphantly and sauntered out of his room. Conner sighed and looked at the DVD's that Spike had spread along his room.
"For a guy who tries to act tough, he's sure got a soft spot."
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Buffy knelt in the church pew, rosary beads clutched in her hand. With a sigh, she slowly stood up and turned to leave when she suddenly stopped. Standing in the doorway of the church was the familiar platinum blonde head, clothed in all black, with his black trench coat hanging just around his calves. He smirked towards her and she sighed, there he was, in all his hotnes- she meant in all his...what did she mean?
"Figured I'd find you in here luv, course, being that church isn't really my style I decided to stay back here. Maybe then the big guy upstairs wouldn't, I don't know, strike me down to the rubber of my shoes." Buffy kept herself from laughing and just walked towards the door and brushed by Spike. It wasn't until he grabbed her arm that she even stopped and looked at him.
"What do you want Spike?"
"I just want to talk is all luv, just talk." He looked down towards the hand that was clasped around her arm and let go, looking towards the ground, "I, well I heard about the niblet." Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"About who?" Spike sighed, and shoved his fingers through his hair.
"Your sister." Buffy paled considerably and fought the tears from coming back up. She pushed them back.
"Yeah, and?" Buffy turned and started walking towards her car quickly, but Spike was keeping up with her.
"And, well, aren't you going to convince her that Conner needs to see her?" Buffy kept walking.
"No. Dawn asked me not to let Conner go upstairs so I'm just following her wishes. I'm only doing what my younger sister asked me to do." Spike growled in frustration and when Buffy got to her car, she trembled as she tried putting the key in the door to unlock it.
"Jesus Buffy, what you're doing is locking her up, keeping her away from her life. You're acting as if she's going to die." Buffy whirled around, her eyes now flooded but the tears didn't fall. Before Spike could do much more he didn't see the hand heading for his face in a vicious slap. When his face recovered, and he touched his cheek, the heat from the sudden contact was forming into a hand; he could feel it.
"How dare you." Buffy muttered. Spike's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"How dare I what Buffy? Call your bluff?" Buffy tried to turn back around but Spike pinned her against the car, one hand on either side of her. He leaned closer. "The last thing your sister needs to be secluded from the world. She may not want to see Conner right now but that's where you come in." He looked down into her eyes and wiped the single tear that fell away with his thumb.
"What am I supposed to do? You don't understand, seeing her, so full of life one moment and in the next she's throwing up everything she ate for the past couple days. I can't take it. I can't, I need to be there for her. Only I can be." Buffy started crying and her forehead rested against Spike's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rubbed her back gently. He kissed the top of her head gently.
"Just go ahead and cry luv. Cry till you can't cry anymore, I'll be here."
