This is an alternative ending of the episode Hell's Bells S6E16.
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Seating in the living-room, Buffy, Willow and Dawn look at their cup of tea thoughtfully, exhausted by the day they just lived. Buffy's green bridesmaid's is torn, revealing her thighs at the knees, folded up on the sofa.
Outside, the night is dark and rainy.
"I just hope he is okay" said Willow in an extinguished tone.
"Okay as in he wears a coat under the rain or as in Anya hasn't turned his guts in fire yet ?"
Dawn sarcasm is cut by the sound of the entrance door being opened. The three women turn their head to see Spike's figure, his long black coat soaked with rain. Without looking at them, he takes it off and snorts like a wet dog before hanging it in the entrance. When he turns, the hopefully look of the three women are on him.
"Sorry girls, nothing. I've been through the whole town, is nowhere to be seen… or smell. I guess he already left town."
Willow sighs.
"There's nothing left for us to do. I'm heading to bed. Dawnie ?"
"I had something else in mind for my first wedding night…"
"You already had a midnight leave. You can go to sleep, now." replies Buffy in a motherly tone.
Dawn agrees and stands up as Spike sat on the chair she left, just in front of Buffy.
"Good night guys !"
"Good night nibblets. Have sweet dreams of creamy wedding cake."
Buffy and Dawn sat a few minutes in silence while the two girls go upstairs.
"I made up a lot of scenarios about how this day was going to end… never thought about this one." begins Spike.
"I haven't see that coming, either. Poor Xander, I can't imagine…"
"I never had much respect for the guy but I have to say : dumping a vengeance demon at the altar, it takes some guts. Can't wait to see what she's going to do about him…"
"Spike ! He's my best friend. And you know he's hurting."
"Right now I've got more sympathy for the one who's been dumped… Who knows why. "
Buffy gives a tense smile.
"Point taken."
"I didn't mean it to be awkward."
They let a silence take place. Then Spike breaks it.
"I've always hated weddings anyway."
"Really ?"
"Yeah. Pretending you'll be in love forever, everyone being jealous of the perfect couple, exchanging vows, dancing eye to eye…"
Spike stops, realizing what he is saying.
"Not a wedding-guy, right ? I'm never be into wedding either."
Spike smirks : "Really ? I remember you being pretty into it, actually."
"Oh no, you're not bringing the whole wing beneath my wings thing again !"
"At least I know why I'll never propose again."
Buffy smiles.
"That's not fair. That was not me, that was the spell. And should I remember you that you said you were ok ?"
"…if we had Still Loving You, after, yes. What can I say ? Anything for my girl. I am the romantic type."
"Are you ? Cause I remember something else you ask me in exchange…"
Spike can't help but biting his lip lustfully at the memory.
"Well... I'm not sure you were against the idea."
Buffy, still curled up in the sofa, looks at him in a false offensive way. After a few seconds, her smile turns to bitter-sweetness.
"What I remember from that day is feeling so happy."
"You had that incredible smile, that's true. You were glowing. Like this afternoon."
"I may have something with wedding after all. That day, everything seemed to be suddenly easy, obvious, the path was so clear… Maybe people... normal people... getting married feel that way."
"What's wrong with you luv ? Why do you want to be that girl next door ? You'll never be normal. You'll never be any girl. You're Buffy Summers. You're different, you're special, you're above all of us. Embrace it. Love what you are instead of always trying to excuse yourself for being…"
In the dark of the room, she looks at him, suddenly so intense. She feels a urge to touch him, to be closer to him but she doesn't move. Spike, puts the head in his hands, unable to look at her longer… He resumes, in a lower voice.
"…Whatever. That was just a spell. That was not real, that was magic. And the problem with magic is that it always as consequences."
"Oh, you mean… about what you feel now…?"
"No, I was talking about you being so much into Bette Midler music, actually."
Buffy laughs, surprised by the sudden smile in his voice. Spike heads up and look at her in the eyes. This feels easy. Strangely.
"I won't miss the church. I won't miss the drunk dad, the awkward speeches… and not that awful green dress either…" says Buffy "But there is one thing I regret about this wedding…"
Buffy stands up and goes to the hifi system… Spike follows her with his eyes, intrigued while she looks for a CD she finally finds. She puts it in the player. She comes back to him and holds out her hand to him.
"I didn't have my slow-dancing."
She leads Spike to the middle of the room his hand in hers. The first notes of "still loving you" by Scorpions ring out. Spike laughs when he recognizes the music.
She puts her hands on his shoulders and begins to dance with him.
"Didn't thought you'll have this CD."
"My mom's. She was a great fan."
"Oh, Joyce. I wish I knew her younger, bet she was hell of a girl."
Buffy smiles, the head on Spike's shoulder as he slips his hands on her back, carefully. She loves to hear sweet words about her mom. They go on dancing, following the voice, cmoing closer and closer. She fully drowns into his chest, he's got his nose in her hair, smelling her sweet scent.
After four minutes, as the song approaches the end, Spike moves away from her and begins to play air guitar, moving his hips, biting his lips as a furious rockstar. She laughs. Then he sings…
"You should give me a chance… this can't be the end… I'm still loving you…"
Buffy is still smiling and laughing at his acting when his eyes meet hers and he goes on murmuring "I'm still loving you."
She puts her hands behind his head so he comes closer to her, until their forehead touch, their breath melting. She squeezes his hair in her hand, feeling the urge to feel his presence.
He murmurs, his lips so close to hers. "No more problem with the using-me part ?"
She looks at him in the eye, he doesn't blink. He's here. He won't leave. It feels easy, it feels obvious.
Buffy sighs. "I think today gave my love ideals a hard time. Maybe I was wrong from the beginning. Maybe I should just… embrace it."
A tender smile appears on his lips just before she begins to kiss him, slowly, intensely as the music goes on…
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