Author: Elizabeth Wilde (aka Gabby Spike)
Title: All Too Well
Series: Buffy & Spike: Friends and Enemies #2
Distribution: Anyone who has my fic, anyone who asks me for it, .net/wilde [my site]
Disclaimer: I don't own any Buffy chars or the song "Good Enough" by Sarah McLachlan.
'Ship: none
Classification: general
Summary: Spike considers Buffy's worth.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: through season 2 of Buffy, I guess
Feedback: to wilde at biteyourtongue dot net
You know I don't understand
You deserve so much more than this
So don't tell me why
He's never been good to you
Don't tell me why
He's never been there for you
And I'll tell you that why is simply not good enough
So just let me try
and I will be good to you
Just let me try
And I will be there for you
I'll show you why
You're so much more than good enough...
~Sarah McLachlan "Good Enough"
You don't see it, do you? You don't how truly good you are. Probably never will. That's the problem with strong people like you. They get so busy saving the world, they forget who they are and what they need.
Angel never really understood you. That's why you two didn't work out. It has nothing to do with have a "future" or not. Love doesn't worry about anything half so practical. In your heart, you know that. Relationships with futures don't always pan out either, do they? If they did, me and Dru'd still be an item. But she's gone. I think I'm over her, though. Not that I don't still love her. I'll love her until the day somebody like you plunges a steak into my cold, dead heart. Forever is an awfully long time, though.
We get along because I understand you. More than anyone. So let me. You don't have to act like a bitch to me around your friends. Maybe it's what they expect, but... they need to learn to expect the unexpected.
Don't think I'm going soft or falling for you or anything. I'm not. You aren't my type. At all. You're great: young, strong, beautiful. But you aren't for me. Nothing personal. Have a feeling you feel the same about me. That's good. That's why we could be good friends. Xander lusts after you. Giles treats you like a daughter. You're Oz's little sister. Willow... well, some things are too dark to tell Red, aren't they? I can handle dark. You can tell me all those scary things you wanted to tell Faith. But that psycho whore wasn't worthy of your bloody presence, let alone your friendship.
When you need someone to talk to, Slayer, don't settle for just anyone. Come to me.