Setting – Angel S5 – AU – Takes place in resurrected Sunnydale. Just imagine Wolfram & Hart worked some mojo and restored it to its former self. Spike and Darla come across each other and things develop between them.
Spike stood there for a few seconds, not believing he had just let her walk away. There and then he made up his mind; he wasn't going to let someone he cared about just walk out of his life that easily. He ran across the dance floor, growling and pushing anyone in his path out of the way. Pushing the door open hard so it slammed against the wall he bolted outside. He caught up with her and took hold of her elbow, turning her around to face him. He raised his eyebrows, "It's just what? Why can't you?" He pulled her gently against him and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not going to let you get away that easily. I know this is happening quick and we're supposed to live forever. But it doesn't always work that way. You know that. I don't care about what happened in the past. All I care about is now, here, with you," and he breathed in a shaky breath.
Darla was halfway down the alley when she felt Spike grab her arm and turn her around. She was pressed close against his body. She struggled for a moment, then listened to what he said. Darla couldn't bear to face him; she was looking everywhere but at him.
"It's not that easy. We can never be, we're totally different. You should be with Dru and I should be with Angelus that's how everything is meant to be. Why can't we be like that?" She finally looked into his eyes, feeling tears run down her face. She broke free of his grip, wiping the tears away, angry at herself for showing emotion in front of him. "I don't do change, I even went back to the Master because I couldn't cope without Angelus," and she turned away.
Spike shook his head. "Everyone is different so don't try and say that because I don't buy it, not one bit. I don't want Dru, and you were never truly happy with Angelus." He raised his eyebrows, "Were you happy when he was off whoring around? What about when he kicked me out of Dru's bedroom to be with her and left you alone in his? Were you happy then? Because I sure as hell wasn't! But, I loved her, so I stayed and put up with it." He shook his head, "And I don't want to be like that. I was never happy, I just kidded myself, thinking she would see sense and just love me." He sighed as she broke free and turned away. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist, "But I'm not Angelus. I didn't even leave Dru. She was the one who left me in the end." He rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes and spoke quietly, "I wouldn't leave you."
Darla let Spike put his arms around her waist, not knowing what to do. She let him talk, without interrupting, listening carefully to every word. She started to cry even more collapsing on the floor, feeling totally lost.
"Why would you want someone who came back all wrong?" and she looked up into his eyes. She was remembering back to being brought back to life, the white light, the happiness before being pulled away.
Spike looked down at her and then shook his head as he squatted down in front of her. He raised his eyebrows, concern lacing his voice, "You didn't come back all wrong." He touched her cheek lightly with the back of his hand wiping some of her tears away. "And I do want you. If you'll have me." He shook his head, "If you don't, then, well, I don't know what I'll do. To be honest, I don't really want to think about it." He shifted his gaze from her cheek and looked into her eyes, "You're used to people walking away from you and leaving you, and so am I. But I'm telling you now; I'm not going to do that." He raised his eyebrows, giving her an ultimatum, "Unless you want me to do that. Do you want me to leave you? Do you want me to walk away from whatever it is that we could have together?"