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Title: "Green Grass"
Author:missannathema
Claim: Spike
Fandom:Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Table: Injuries/Deep Hurting
Prompt: Nosebleed/Graveyard
Rating: PG
Summary: Spike visits a friend after a fight.
Warnings: It's a bit sappy.
Notes: Set between Seasons 5 and 6
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
--“Green Grass,” by Tom Waits
The fight had been brutal. The Buffy-bot was no replacement, and even with everyone working together, they almost hadn’t made it out. Spike staggered through the still, quiet graveyard, willing himself to make it back to his crypt. He was bleeding from a dozen different lacerations, dealt out by that bloody awful demon’s claws, he was pretty sure there were some broken ribs on his left side, and his nose had been broken when his face collided with Xander’s knee during the chaos. Blood was trickling from it, down over his lips. He tasted it, coppery and sweet in his mouth. He wiped his face on his sleeve and winced as the leather touched his tender face. He was almost home and looking forward to curling up in bed with a warm cup of pig’s blood, but there was something he had to do first.
Spike pushed through the small grove of trees to the clearing where it stood. “She Saved the World, a Lot.” He traced the words on the cool stone with his finger and leaned against the granite slab. It had been a hundred and three days now, since he had seen her, smelled her, heard her voice. He would give anything to hear her say how much she hated him, how much she wanted to dust him. He didn’t care if she never loved him, he just wanted her back in his world. He felt his eyes welling up, and his vision went red as the blood tears flowed, dripping down his face and onto the damp earth. He laid down on the green grass, pressing his face where he imagined her face was, six feet down, and closed his eyes.
“Come back to me, pet. Come back.”
Suddenly he smelled her, like jasmine flowers in the early evening, all around him. He felt her hand as it wiped away his tears and then felt her mouth as it pressed against his.
“Spike, wake up,” her voice was a whisper like a wave on the shore.
Spike opened his eyes, he was alone, and the sky was beginner to turn grey in the east.
“See you tomorrow night, pet.” He lit a cigarette, and walked off into the receding darkness.
Author:missannathema
Claim: Spike
Fandom:Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Table: Injuries/Deep Hurting
Prompt: Nosebleed/Graveyard
Rating: PG
Summary: Spike visits a friend after a fight.
Warnings: It's a bit sappy.
Notes: Set between Seasons 5 and 6
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
--“Green Grass,” by Tom Waits
The fight had been brutal. The Buffy-bot was no replacement, and even with everyone working together, they almost hadn’t made it out. Spike staggered through the still, quiet graveyard, willing himself to make it back to his crypt. He was bleeding from a dozen different lacerations, dealt out by that bloody awful demon’s claws, he was pretty sure there were some broken ribs on his left side, and his nose had been broken when his face collided with Xander’s knee during the chaos. Blood was trickling from it, down over his lips. He tasted it, coppery and sweet in his mouth. He wiped his face on his sleeve and winced as the leather touched his tender face. He was almost home and looking forward to curling up in bed with a warm cup of pig’s blood, but there was something he had to do first.
Spike pushed through the small grove of trees to the clearing where it stood. “She Saved the World, a Lot.” He traced the words on the cool stone with his finger and leaned against the granite slab. It had been a hundred and three days now, since he had seen her, smelled her, heard her voice. He would give anything to hear her say how much she hated him, how much she wanted to dust him. He didn’t care if she never loved him, he just wanted her back in his world. He felt his eyes welling up, and his vision went red as the blood tears flowed, dripping down his face and onto the damp earth. He laid down on the green grass, pressing his face where he imagined her face was, six feet down, and closed his eyes.
“Come back to me, pet. Come back.”
Suddenly he smelled her, like jasmine flowers in the early evening, all around him. He felt her hand as it wiped away his tears and then felt her mouth as it pressed against his.
“Spike, wake up,” her voice was a whisper like a wave on the shore.
Spike opened his eyes, he was alone, and the sky was beginner to turn grey in the east.
“See you tomorrow night, pet.” He lit a cigarette, and walked off into the receding darkness.