Seeing You Broken, Epilogue
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: None, just an epilogue to return the story to Joss's original canon.
Reviews: Yes, please. Readers Rock but Reviewers RULE!
A/N: This ends the story that wouldn't quit. Don't know if there will be any more of the Spike/Xander friendship stories that makes up the theme of this series. If there are, they'll show up when the muse strikes.
Thanks to WayWard Childe for his quarter story that cheered me up, you rock Partner.
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Spike stood motionless for a long time after Xander left. His head hung down with his chin resting on his chest, his eyes were closed. He was so tired. He raised his head and opened his eyes. He lifted his hand and watched it shake dispassionately. His mind raced around Xander's surprising revelation. 'She said, 'You always hurt the one you love.' Why do you think she'd say that?' Clenching his fingers into a fist, he forced himself to stop shaking. Inhaling deep, needless breaths he shoved both hands through his hair.
'You always hurt … the one you love, Pet.' His own voice, slurred and weak echoed through his troubled mind. Whirling suddenly he stalked over to the shelf next to the ancient refrigerator, angrily snatching the last bottle of Jack Daniels from the shelf. He settled into his tattered easy chair and proceeded to drink himself into oblivion.
Two days later…
After having spent the time after Xander's last visit in an agony of indecision, Spike realized he had to go to Buffy's party. He needed to show her he wasn't broken, that he still loved and wanted her. A short laugh broke free at that thought. It was a lie, she had broken him but he couldn't let her know that. He could feel the bruising that still lingered on his face. He'd wear the discoloration as a badge. An outward sign that she could do almost anything and he'd still be there. He raised his head and checked his internal clock. Time to go. On the way he made two stops, one to pick up a six-pack of beer and the second to make a phone call.
"Hey, Clem? Wanna go to a party?"
Finis