FIC: Better Late Than Never (11/11)
Title: Better Late Than Never
Author: Cindy
Rating: PG13
Timeframe: Season 5, post-Intervention
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, but Joss said I could play with them
Written for: dettiot for the Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon, who requested S/B, humor, season 4 or 5, and Spike introduces Buffy to something from his past (bonus points for Brit pop culture) either through conversation or travel.
Summary: Spike and Buffy travel back to 1976 London to retrieve a magical artifact that may stop Glory.
A/N: This part not beta'd. All mistakes, as always, are all mine.
The. End. :-) And so this story's title became rather prophetic, but at last it's finished. Thanks to everyone who read and commented along the way. Hope you enjoy!
In case you need to refresh your memory:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
In the battle against Glory, they all made it out alive - except Glory. The Asirra crystal worked it's magic, but not before some damage was done. Spike caught the brunt of it, of course. A vampire with a hero complex was a dust bunny waiting to happen. But he was more or less okay, if a little banged up. Okay, a lot banged up. Buffy made sure he was taken care of, though. Blood and smokes and company were provided by Dawn, Tara, Willow, and even Xander. By everyone, pretty much, except her.
"Slayer? Surprised to see you slummin' it." Spike rose up out of his comfy chair in the crypt, limping just slightly, the cuts and bruises on his face nearly healed.
Buffy tried to smile and held out a brown paper bag. "I'm your delivery person of the day."
"Ta," he said, taking the bag from her. "But really not necessary. Told the Nibblet yesterday I could handle things on my own from now on."
"I know. She told me."
He was placing the bag in the fridge and turned his head a bit too quickly toward her, wincing and grabbing his neck in pain. "So, to what to I owe the pleasure?"
"I just, I thought we should talk. About, you know..."
"The fact that you kissed me?"
"Well, yeah. That."
He closed the refrigerator door and came to stand a few feet in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. "This the part where you tell me it was all a big mistake? You were just grateful to me and afraid we were going to die and all that? You can save it. Already sussed that part out."
Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You think you have it all figured out, huh? Well, bully for you then!"
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Did you just say, bully for me?"
"Look, this is very weird on so many levels, I realize that. But I came to invite you over to the house tonight. We're having a party."
The corner of his mouth quirked up, as if he was holding back a smile. "Coulda sent one a your lackeys by to do that."
"Yes. I mean, they aren't my lackeys! But yes I could have done that. And yet here I am."
He took a step closer. "You asking me out on a date, Buffy?"
"No. Definitely not asking you out."
He stepped closer still, lips curving up into a smile. She wasn't sure whether to take a step forward or a step back, so she stayed where she was. "I'm not asking you out. I'm asking you...over. To a house full of people. It's all very non-datey."
"Mmmm," he nodded. "Personal invite, though. I'm honored."
"As well you should be."
"Oh, believe me Buffy, I..."
She didn't wait to hear what he had to say, next. She just took his face in her hands, and kissed him. She really needed to stop doing that if she was going to pull off this whole "not a date," thing.
The kiss was over and she was handing him his coat well before he managed to wipe the stunned look off his face.
"Come on, Spike. We're going to be late to the party!"
He blinked. "Party. Right. What's the occasion?" he asked, shrugging into his coat and opening the door for her.
"Deirdre's here. She's come to pay 'an extended visit' to Giles, and he wanted us all to meet her."
"Funny, feel like I already know her," Spike said, as they threaded their way around tombstones.
"Ha, ha."
"So, I guess all in all, you changed history for the better, eh pet?"
"Um..."
He stopped walking and turned toward her. "What?"
"That's the other thing I came to talk to you about. Another reason why Deirdre's here, too, actually."
"You mean she's not here just to get cozy with your Watcher? Don't leave me in suspense, love."
Buffy took a deep breath. "Well, it sort of involves Ethan Rayne. He and Randall..."
"Who's Randall?"
"The really bad guy who would be dead if it wasn't for me?"
"Ah. Well, there's really good people who would be dead if it wasn't for you, too."
"Yeah, I'm trying to keep that in mind as Ethan and Randall plot the imminent destruction of all mankind."
Spike took her hand and tucked it inside his elbow as they began walking again. "Oh, is that all?"
"Well, we'll handle it," she was quick to add.
"Of course we will. After the party." He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back.
"This still isn't a date, you know."
"'Course not." She could feel him grinning at her, even though she refused to look at him. "Will I get a kiss goodnight, though?"
"Shut up, Spike."
***the end***
Author: Cindy
Rating: PG13
Timeframe: Season 5, post-Intervention
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, but Joss said I could play with them
Written for: dettiot for the Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon, who requested S/B, humor, season 4 or 5, and Spike introduces Buffy to something from his past (bonus points for Brit pop culture) either through conversation or travel.
Summary: Spike and Buffy travel back to 1976 London to retrieve a magical artifact that may stop Glory.
A/N: This part not beta'd. All mistakes, as always, are all mine.
The. End. :-) And so this story's title became rather prophetic, but at last it's finished. Thanks to everyone who read and commented along the way. Hope you enjoy!
In case you need to refresh your memory:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
In the battle against Glory, they all made it out alive - except Glory. The Asirra crystal worked it's magic, but not before some damage was done. Spike caught the brunt of it, of course. A vampire with a hero complex was a dust bunny waiting to happen. But he was more or less okay, if a little banged up. Okay, a lot banged up. Buffy made sure he was taken care of, though. Blood and smokes and company were provided by Dawn, Tara, Willow, and even Xander. By everyone, pretty much, except her.
"Slayer? Surprised to see you slummin' it." Spike rose up out of his comfy chair in the crypt, limping just slightly, the cuts and bruises on his face nearly healed.
Buffy tried to smile and held out a brown paper bag. "I'm your delivery person of the day."
"Ta," he said, taking the bag from her. "But really not necessary. Told the Nibblet yesterday I could handle things on my own from now on."
"I know. She told me."
He was placing the bag in the fridge and turned his head a bit too quickly toward her, wincing and grabbing his neck in pain. "So, to what to I owe the pleasure?"
"I just, I thought we should talk. About, you know..."
"The fact that you kissed me?"
"Well, yeah. That."
He closed the refrigerator door and came to stand a few feet in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. "This the part where you tell me it was all a big mistake? You were just grateful to me and afraid we were going to die and all that? You can save it. Already sussed that part out."
Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You think you have it all figured out, huh? Well, bully for you then!"
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Did you just say, bully for me?"
"Look, this is very weird on so many levels, I realize that. But I came to invite you over to the house tonight. We're having a party."
The corner of his mouth quirked up, as if he was holding back a smile. "Coulda sent one a your lackeys by to do that."
"Yes. I mean, they aren't my lackeys! But yes I could have done that. And yet here I am."
He took a step closer. "You asking me out on a date, Buffy?"
"No. Definitely not asking you out."
He stepped closer still, lips curving up into a smile. She wasn't sure whether to take a step forward or a step back, so she stayed where she was. "I'm not asking you out. I'm asking you...over. To a house full of people. It's all very non-datey."
"Mmmm," he nodded. "Personal invite, though. I'm honored."
"As well you should be."
"Oh, believe me Buffy, I..."
She didn't wait to hear what he had to say, next. She just took his face in her hands, and kissed him. She really needed to stop doing that if she was going to pull off this whole "not a date," thing.
The kiss was over and she was handing him his coat well before he managed to wipe the stunned look off his face.
"Come on, Spike. We're going to be late to the party!"
He blinked. "Party. Right. What's the occasion?" he asked, shrugging into his coat and opening the door for her.
"Deirdre's here. She's come to pay 'an extended visit' to Giles, and he wanted us all to meet her."
"Funny, feel like I already know her," Spike said, as they threaded their way around tombstones.
"Ha, ha."
"So, I guess all in all, you changed history for the better, eh pet?"
"Um..."
He stopped walking and turned toward her. "What?"
"That's the other thing I came to talk to you about. Another reason why Deirdre's here, too, actually."
"You mean she's not here just to get cozy with your Watcher? Don't leave me in suspense, love."
Buffy took a deep breath. "Well, it sort of involves Ethan Rayne. He and Randall..."
"Who's Randall?"
"The really bad guy who would be dead if it wasn't for me?"
"Ah. Well, there's really good people who would be dead if it wasn't for you, too."
"Yeah, I'm trying to keep that in mind as Ethan and Randall plot the imminent destruction of all mankind."
Spike took her hand and tucked it inside his elbow as they began walking again. "Oh, is that all?"
"Well, we'll handle it," she was quick to add.
"Of course we will. After the party." He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back.
"This still isn't a date, you know."
"'Course not." She could feel him grinning at her, even though she refused to look at him. "Will I get a kiss goodnight, though?"
"Shut up, Spike."
***the end***