Cross posted to open_on_sunday and my regular journal.
BtVS/AtS – All encompassing – Spike/Buffy
Moments In Time.
Quickly now, catch the stake and slam it home. Not a huge challenge if her stake-ee has to call out for help. And sheesh, what kind of name is ‘Spike’ anyway? Ah well, no time to ponder. Buffy raises her arm and brings it down for the killing blow. **Poof**
And then she hears it. Applause… from the guy in the Bronze. Damn, he must be Spike. “Who are you?”
“You’ll find out on Saturday.”
“What happens on Saturday?”
“I kill you.”
Well, time will tell, won’t it? Cocky vampire. Come Saturday, she’ll be brushing his ashes from her hands.
With her eyes closed, she knows he’s there. She can’t make him leave. He won’t let her give up. “…it’s something they took. We can get it back,” he insists.
Buffy asks him to stay in her bed. In her arms. Unwilling to be alone anymore. She curls up into a little ball at his side, enfolded in his strong embrace. The only person left in the world who believes in her.
She will go back. The middle of an apocalypse is no time to play prima donna. In a few hours. After Spike helps her glue it back together.
Buffy hears about the battle in Los Angeles from the Immortal. Her heart breaks when he tells her about the deaths of not one but two of her vampire lovers. He dumps her, no longer needing to distract her.
From her bedroom window she sees the cherry glow of a lit cigarette by the shade tree across the street from her apartment and she wonders; hopes. Taking a leap of faith, she flies down the stairs as fast as she can and is caught in Spike’s embrace.
To everything there is a season… this time, she’s not letting him go.