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.
Darla looked up into Spikes eyes, listening to everything he said. She looked hopefully at him, "Get rid of it, get rid of the voices," and she clung onto his top, curling herself up on his lap.
"I don't have a soul, I have voices," she sobbed, staring off out of the window, shaking and flinching when she heard the wind or a noise.
Spike shook his head, "I know you don't have a soul. That's not what I meant. You have the voices, just like I did. The memories of what you done. The pain and suffering you caused others. I went through it too."
He lifted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "I can't get rid of the voices luv. Only you can do that. You have to decide who you want to be. And then put them to rest." He wrapped his arms around her tighter and stroked her back lightly.
She listened, holding him tighter when he held her, laying her head back onto his chest. She kept her focus on the outside, letting the noises disturb her, letting the voices melt away. Spike was like her release, she could fall and she knew he'd be there. "Don't leave me," she whispered quietly, letting another tear fall. She lifted her head up and looked back at him and kissed him softly, letting it last.
Spike rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes. "Never," he whispered back and he wrapped his arms around her tighter. He pulled back slightly looking into her eyes when she lifted her head. He smiled and stroked her cheek lightly, wiping away the tear that had fallen. Wrapping his arm back around her he kissed her back softly and slowly.
She slowly pulled back and looked into your eyes and smiled. "What's it with you? You make everything seem to go away," and she ran her hand through his hair, slowly, keeping her eyes on his.
Spike smiled and looked into her eyes. He raised his eyebrows, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I do? Well, as long as I only make the bad things go away and not the good things. Well, then, that's fine by me," and he smiled. He moved his arms from around her and placed them softly either side of her face. Leaning forwards he kissed her softly and slowly. He pulled back reluctantly after a while and rested his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Thank you for staying."
Darla looked back into his eyes smiling softly. "Well I'm glad I decided to stay. There's no where for me to go now." She leaned into his touch closing her eyes. The wind had started to pick up outside, it scared her at first, getting used to the noises, knowing she was in a crypt and had to get used to these things. She looked back into his eyes softly whispering, "Can I stay with you?"
Spike moved his head back and rubbed her cheeks gently with his thumbs. When she spoke again he paused, tilted his head to the side and studied her curiously for a few seconds. The longer he looked at her, the bigger the smile that appeared on his face seemed to grow. He raised his eyebrows briefly, wetting his lips lightly, "Of cause you can." He shook his head and smiled then looked back into her eyes, "You don't even have to ask that. But, whatever else you want or need, just ask and I'll do my best to give it to you luv," and he stroked her cheek lightly with his thumb, "I promise."