Good Enough
By MsBigBad
Chapter 2: Depraved
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters from the show. They belong to UPN, FOX, Mutant Enemy, and the wonderfully talented Joss Wheedon whom I love and adore! I'm just using them for some entertainment cause I'm an obsessed freak! Any original characters belong to me and may not be used w/o my permission. (I'd be happy to let you borrow but please no stealing!) Series title belongs to Sarah Mc Glaghlan, and is used w/o permission."Shout" is by Tears For Fears and is used w/o permission. Any quotes and/or poems will be disclaimed in the text. Flashbacks are in italics.
Ships: Spike/Buffy, Xander/Anya, Willow/Tara, Wesley/Cordelia, Gunn/Fred, Clem/Lorne, and Connor/Dawn.
Spoilers: Through "Seeing Red" on Buffy and " " on Angel.
Summary: After overhearing a prophecy concerning the chosen one, Spike decides to return to Sunnydale leaving Africa and the 15 years he's spent there behind.
Note: From the time of "Seeing Red" and " " this story is A/U. Which means there was no death of Tara, No nicely boxed Angel at the bottom of the ocean, no vainy Willow, and absolutely no flaying of Warren! If you want to know what has replaced that part I suggest you read my timeline.
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Thanks: I want to thank my best friend Lauren for always believing in me and for giving me this little obsession! You are what keeps me alive! I've never had such a good friend that I could laugh and cry with till it hurt! And of course have long LOTR discussions and kinky fantasies of parts (he, he, he!) of the fellowship. You know what I mean I need to stop now cause then they'll be reading this for too long to even think about reading the story! I want to also thank my other friend Heather for wanting to read my stuff and for making me laugh enough to forget some of the angst in my stories! To everyone who archives/reviews my fics! I'm soo grateful for all you've done! Of course I need to thank Joss and his crew of talented writers, producers, directors, actors, and special behind the scenes guys! Thank you guys so much for the 2 best TV shows ever in existence! Really wanna thank James Marsters for being my snowman! (Don't worry if you don't get that! It's a seriously disturbing inside joke!) I love James! Good luck in everything that you do. And I really wanna thank you for reading my fic! Especially if you read through all this nonsense and bonus points if you actually pondered the snowman thing! (Seriously just let it go! It'll drive you insane and your head will explode! Yuck!) Lot's of luvs! Enjoy! Mwahhh!
Shout! Shout!
Let it all out!
Theses are things I can do without!
Come on!
I'm talking to you.
"Not you," He laughed sarcastically. "The other, Buffy."
"Sorry, I'm the one and only! B. just doesn't do the whole chosen thing anymore." She informs him.
"What?" He asks dumbfounded.
"She's not the Slayer anymore. Hasn't been for a long time blondie."
"She can't just stop bein' the Slayer. It's in her blood" He argues.
"They took away her power. That's why she couldn't save lil sis." Faith says closing the argument.
At the mention of Dawn he shies away.
"So, what's this prophecy all about? You gonna tell me or am I gonna have to beat it outta you?"
She says in a venomy voice.
He grows defensive again
"Like I said. It's for Buffy." He argues. "The person it talks about is nothing like you."
"You don't know anything about me." She says clenching her fists.
"I know of you. She told me. What you did. What you became."
"I guess you're not gonna take me up on that offer then since I'm how was it? I'm so far beneath you?"
The words caught his attention.
"Yeah, she told me about you too."
Come on!
In violent times,
You shouldn't have to sell you're soul.
In black and white,
They really ought to know.
He reaches inside his pack, a defeated look on his face, and grabs the orb.
"What the hell is that?" Faith says as he opens the orb.
"Your prophecy." He smirks.
The wind blows harder. Then the light comes. But then something different happens. The light moves. It
zings around the cemetery. Spike and Faith hurry after it. It stops over a gravestone and the woman appears.
"She who is chosen to live in the night,
Shall dance with death and lose the fight.
When the tides of love bash her against the cliffs,
She'll give it all up.
She'll lose her defense.
She cherishes and keeps the secret soul of a thief,
And he forevermore shall seek to find her.
And from beneath the deep where evil sleeps,
Children will cry and mothers, weep.
When the past is undone and the battle is won,
So shall pass the chosen one."
The epitaph reads Buffy Anne Summers. Her old grave as strange as that may seem.
"Maybe you're right." She says looking back at him wideyed.
"Yeah...So, where can I find her then?"
"She lives in L.A. ..but I don't know exactly where. I haven't seen her in years. You think bridesmaids and brides would try to keep in touch but you know her." She says misceviously.
His head shoots up. "Bride?"
Those one track minds,
That took you for a workin' boy,
Kiss them good-bye.
You shouldn't have to jump for joy.
Shout!
"Yeah. Didn't ya hear? She got hitched about ..seven..eight years ago?"
His anger is visable in his expression. "Who?"
"Oh some lawyer. She didn't know him too well but I guess that didn't matter since they were sooo in love. And of course there's the 6 digit paycheck. " She replies.
"Right. Yeah so this is the part where I get pissed off and attack you and you get to try to stake me? Sorry girly. Won't work."
"What do you mean try? I could dust you in a heartbeat."
"Listen I'd love to just stand here and bicker back and forth with you but I kinda got a slayer to warn here. Do you know where I can find her?" He asks with a hint of sarcasm.
"Xander might know. I think they still talk." She sighs defeatedly.
He cocks his head to the side and lights a cigarette. "Got the whelp's number?"
She pulls out her cellphone and points it at him.
"Call 'im then. I don't know how to operate that ... thing." He complains.
The phone rings for what seems like forever before a male voice answers.
"Sor--ry." He pants clearly out of breath.
"Did I interrupt something?" Faith asks cocking an eyebrow.
"Wha-- Oh! No, no. I'm 36 Faith I have no sex life. I was chasin' Derrick around the house." He explains.
"Uh-huh..."
"Well, he was trying to order samuri swords off e-bay. Apparently my son has a e-bay addiction. Ya know goes to E.B.A. meetings and everything. Right, not so funny. Give me a break I've been up all night finishing some contracts."
"Oh. Good excuse." She compliments.
"Can we get on with this?" Spike rushes her.
"Who was that." Xander asks.
"Oh it was, it was just my new boyfriend. You know how needy they are when you first get together."
"Oh my god you've been with him a whole 2 minutes! Faith I think this one's a keeper!" He laughs.
"Hey! You--"
She stops mid-sentance when she sees the look on Spike's face.
"Um. Xander can you give me Buffy's address? I was thinkin' about visiting her when I go to see Angel next week." She lies.
"Ya know I haven't really talked to her in awhile. I think I've got it here somewhere though." He says fumbling through some papers. " But, but I don't know if -- Derrick! Put that down! No put it down." There is a loud crash. "To you're room, now! No! Go now! Derrick if you make me come over there... No. Don't cry! Faith? Can I call you back later?" He asks.
"Sure!" She replies pressing the off button on her cellphone.
"Well." He looks at her pleadingly.
"He's got it, but he'll have to call back later."
"Later!" He cries as if any wait at all is liable to kill him.
"He's busy with his kid." She reasons.
"The whelp has children?" He laughs. "Thought they would have outlawed that long ago! It's a bit scary really. I hope it doesn't look like him!"
Another go to hell look is dispersed from her glaring eyes. This time directed at him.
"If looks could stake! What's that all about?"
"Nothing. And no, it doesn't look like him. They can't have children. They tried for years. So, finally they had to adopt. And let me tell you they love that child just like it's their own. Don't ever make fun of them for that. It's more than I ever had."
"Sorry." He replies, suddenly very interested in the grass below.
They gave you life.
And in return you gave them hell.
As cold as ice.
I hope we live to tell the tale.
Shout!
A few minutes go by in silence. Then a ringing noise scared them both. Finally realizing it's her phone she answers.
"Hello. Xander!" She smiles.
"Oh. Well wait a sec." She fumbles around in her pockets for something to write down the address with. Finnaly finding some lipstick, she yanks at Spike's sleeve and begins writing.
"Okay thanks Xander. Bye."
"Why the bloody hell did you just do that for?" Spike says holding up his pink decorated arm.
"I didn't have any paper." She replies non-chalantly.
He shakes his head in disbelief. "You really are off you're bird aren't you?"
"Got the address don't you?" She shrugs.
"Yeah.. on my coat!!" He yells pointing at his sleeve.
"Not my problem."
"God I hate you!"
"Not exactly in love with you either! That was her job!"
And when you've taken down your guard,
If I could change your mind,
I'd really love to break your heart.
Shout!
Continued in part 3 "Visions of the Past"
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