Spuffy fic
Today I tried to write an angsty Spuffy fic for whedonland's ficfest. Hope it doesn't suck too much, I wanted to make something good for dontgetanyolder.
username: evangelin1202
Team (no sig banner): BUFFY
fic written for: dontgetanyolder
Fic title: Won't Let Go
Rating & pairing/character: G; Spike/Buffy; Giles, Angel
Word Count: 1 265
Summary: What you realize when you're dying.
“Giles, you said that you’d do whatever I want.” Buffy’s voice was tired and pleading.
“I will not help you kill yourself!” The Watcher was determinated to not let his Slayer give up.
“I’m doing no such thing!”
“And how would you call asking me to bring a master vampire in your room when you…” Unable to finish his sentence Giles looked at his hands which were busy with his glasses.
“When I can hardly move?” Buffy’s voice was gentle. “Giles, I don’t wanna die.” The Slayer gave a short laugh. “Feeling the deja-vu? I really don’t wanna die! I wanna see him. Don’t even know why, I just do.” There was a long uncomfortable silence in Buffy’s room, there were a lot of these recently.” Won’t you fulfill a dying girl’s wish? You promised, "anything you want," you said. Remember?”
“I do. I gave you my word and I will do what you’re asking me to just…promise me not to leave us?” The Watcher’s tear-filled eyes locked with Buffy’s tired ones.
“As much as it depends on me, I promise.”
The Watcher looked down again, having seen enough of his girl’s pain in the last few days. A nod was all he gave before he left the room.
He had a vampire to find.
A knock on her door. Buffy let out a deep sigh.
“Come in.”
Angel slowly opened the door.
“Hey.” The greeting was barely a whisper from the vampire.
“Hey.” Buffy’s reply was louder and a little too cheerful. “How come I get poisoned by a demon and suddenly everybody is knocking on my door instead of just walking in or climbing through the window?”
“I decided to climb through the window.” Two sets of eyes turned toward Spike, who was casually leaning against said window.
“Spike.” Angel growled with anger.
“You’re fast.” Buffy gave the younger vampire an amused smile.
“What can I say, I’ve always been a sucker for damsels in distress.”
“Angel’s a damsel in distress?.” The Slayer lifted her eyebrows imitating surprise and looked toward her ex-boyfriend, pretending to study him carefully. She opened her mouth to continue her joke but wasn’t able to as cough after cough prevented her from even managing to take a breath.
Both vampires were at her side in a flash. Angel snarled at Spike but before the other vampire could respond Buffy put her hand in the air and managed to take control over her breathing.
“Stop it. I’m fine.”
“Buffy, what the hell is he doing here?” Angel’s eyes never left the blond vampire even though he was talking to the Slayer.
“He’s here because I asked Giles to get him. Now can you let yourself out, please?”
“Sure, I’ll-What? You want me to leave?” The vampire finally looked at his ex, disbelief coloring his features.
“Yes.” Buffy’s voice was calm, for now she was too.
“I’m not leaving you alone with him.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Good.”
“I’m telling you to.”
“What?”
“Angel, get out of my room or I’ll call my mom and I’ll tell her to bring her axe with her. Ask Spike what memories he has of that axe.” Now the Slayer's voice was menacing.
“Painful ones.” The blond vamp replied without being asked, a grin spreading across his face at the thought of Angel, Joyce and an axe.
“Angel? Out.” The Slayer had ordered and she didn’t expect more arguments.
“Fine! But if he eats you, it’s not my fault.” With that the elder vampire left the room in a huff.
“Peaches. Charming as always.”
“Tell me about it.” Buffy let out a tired sigh and laid down in her bed once again, her eyes immediately closing.
The moment gave Spike a chance to look at the Slayer more closely. Not good. Not good at all. Buffy’s face was drawn, her skin pale, her eyes, when open, tired. She was even thinner than before and Spike had thought that impossible. She looked a lot older than she was. She looked sick.
“Noticing how awful I look?” Her voice wasn’t as strong as he remembered it and she looked miserable even though there was a tiny smile on her lips.
“Sick? Yeah. Awful? Never. You can bath in demon guts and you’d still be beautiful, pet.”
“You really know how to make a compliment.” Buffy’s smile grew bigger.
“Why did you wanna see me, Buffy? And now that I’ve started with the questions, last time I came in town you and Peaches were learning to be “friends”, doesn’t seem like that worked out.” Spike’s face became serious, he wanted to know.
“No. You were right, we couldn’t be friends.” Buffy, of course, picked the easier question first. “We tried dating but when your boyfriend spends half his time occupied with another Slayer, that needs supervision, you kind of drift apart.
“Another Slayer?”
“Yeah. And I thought that Kendra was bad.” Buffy laughed. A bitter laugh.”But Angel is doing fine, keeping Faith at bay.”
“So the Poof turned into a Watcher. Didn’t see that one coming.” Spike was amused but he knew how Buffy felt. He knew what was like to be ditched for a supposedly better version of you.
“Neither did I.” With that the Slayer fell silent once again. Spike waited for her to move on to the more important topic but she did not.
“Slayer?”
“Yeah.” She answered but wouldn’t look at him.
Spike moved a bit closer, put his finger under her chin and made her do just that.
“Oh, Slayer, don’t cry.” Spike’s voice was pleading. He couldn’t stand to watch his girls cry. When the Slayer had become his girl was a question, one he didn’t have the answer to. The point was that right now big tears were streaming down her cheeks and he hated it.
“I’m dying.” Buffy sniffed her tears back, trying to get everything out in one breath. “That’s why I know. When people are dying they think of all the things they’ll miss, all the things that they would’ve done but won’t be able to do. And I know that being with you is one of those things I’ll miss out, that we would’ve, should’ve…I don’t know. I just…Spike?” She looked so small and unsure, and she was now crying even harder so he moved closer and put his arms around her. One had holding her around the waist while the other stroked her hair.
“It’s ok, luv. I understand. I’m here.” He murmured the words, trying too sooth her.
Buffy buried her face in Spike’s shoulder, folding herself into a little ball.
“I don’t wanna die again. I wanna live my life, do all the things I'm supposed to, all the things we are supposed to do.” The girl’s voice was muffled by Spike’s shirt which was being soaked with her tears but he could make out the words just fine. What was more important, he could feel them in his non-beating heart.
“You won’t. Buffy, look at me.” The Slayer picked her head up and looked into his blue eyes. Her own were filled with pain, that Spike could understand, but what amazed him was the trust in her beautiful green eyes. With his next words he could break her completely or start the process of healing her. The vampire's words were a whisper.
“I won’t let you go.”
username: evangelin1202
Team (no sig banner): BUFFY
fic written for: dontgetanyolder
Fic title: Won't Let Go
Rating & pairing/character: G; Spike/Buffy; Giles, Angel
Word Count: 1 265
Summary: What you realize when you're dying.
“Giles, you said that you’d do whatever I want.” Buffy’s voice was tired and pleading.
“I will not help you kill yourself!” The Watcher was determinated to not let his Slayer give up.
“I’m doing no such thing!”
“And how would you call asking me to bring a master vampire in your room when you…” Unable to finish his sentence Giles looked at his hands which were busy with his glasses.
“When I can hardly move?” Buffy’s voice was gentle. “Giles, I don’t wanna die.” The Slayer gave a short laugh. “Feeling the deja-vu? I really don’t wanna die! I wanna see him. Don’t even know why, I just do.” There was a long uncomfortable silence in Buffy’s room, there were a lot of these recently.” Won’t you fulfill a dying girl’s wish? You promised, "anything you want," you said. Remember?”
“I do. I gave you my word and I will do what you’re asking me to just…promise me not to leave us?” The Watcher’s tear-filled eyes locked with Buffy’s tired ones.
“As much as it depends on me, I promise.”
The Watcher looked down again, having seen enough of his girl’s pain in the last few days. A nod was all he gave before he left the room.
He had a vampire to find.
A knock on her door. Buffy let out a deep sigh.
“Come in.”
Angel slowly opened the door.
“Hey.” The greeting was barely a whisper from the vampire.
“Hey.” Buffy’s reply was louder and a little too cheerful. “How come I get poisoned by a demon and suddenly everybody is knocking on my door instead of just walking in or climbing through the window?”
“I decided to climb through the window.” Two sets of eyes turned toward Spike, who was casually leaning against said window.
“Spike.” Angel growled with anger.
“You’re fast.” Buffy gave the younger vampire an amused smile.
“What can I say, I’ve always been a sucker for damsels in distress.”
“Angel’s a damsel in distress?.” The Slayer lifted her eyebrows imitating surprise and looked toward her ex-boyfriend, pretending to study him carefully. She opened her mouth to continue her joke but wasn’t able to as cough after cough prevented her from even managing to take a breath.
Both vampires were at her side in a flash. Angel snarled at Spike but before the other vampire could respond Buffy put her hand in the air and managed to take control over her breathing.
“Stop it. I’m fine.”
“Buffy, what the hell is he doing here?” Angel’s eyes never left the blond vampire even though he was talking to the Slayer.
“He’s here because I asked Giles to get him. Now can you let yourself out, please?”
“Sure, I’ll-What? You want me to leave?” The vampire finally looked at his ex, disbelief coloring his features.
“Yes.” Buffy’s voice was calm, for now she was too.
“I’m not leaving you alone with him.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Good.”
“I’m telling you to.”
“What?”
“Angel, get out of my room or I’ll call my mom and I’ll tell her to bring her axe with her. Ask Spike what memories he has of that axe.” Now the Slayer's voice was menacing.
“Painful ones.” The blond vamp replied without being asked, a grin spreading across his face at the thought of Angel, Joyce and an axe.
“Angel? Out.” The Slayer had ordered and she didn’t expect more arguments.
“Fine! But if he eats you, it’s not my fault.” With that the elder vampire left the room in a huff.
“Peaches. Charming as always.”
“Tell me about it.” Buffy let out a tired sigh and laid down in her bed once again, her eyes immediately closing.
The moment gave Spike a chance to look at the Slayer more closely. Not good. Not good at all. Buffy’s face was drawn, her skin pale, her eyes, when open, tired. She was even thinner than before and Spike had thought that impossible. She looked a lot older than she was. She looked sick.
“Noticing how awful I look?” Her voice wasn’t as strong as he remembered it and she looked miserable even though there was a tiny smile on her lips.
“Sick? Yeah. Awful? Never. You can bath in demon guts and you’d still be beautiful, pet.”
“You really know how to make a compliment.” Buffy’s smile grew bigger.
“Why did you wanna see me, Buffy? And now that I’ve started with the questions, last time I came in town you and Peaches were learning to be “friends”, doesn’t seem like that worked out.” Spike’s face became serious, he wanted to know.
“No. You were right, we couldn’t be friends.” Buffy, of course, picked the easier question first. “We tried dating but when your boyfriend spends half his time occupied with another Slayer, that needs supervision, you kind of drift apart.
“Another Slayer?”
“Yeah. And I thought that Kendra was bad.” Buffy laughed. A bitter laugh.”But Angel is doing fine, keeping Faith at bay.”
“So the Poof turned into a Watcher. Didn’t see that one coming.” Spike was amused but he knew how Buffy felt. He knew what was like to be ditched for a supposedly better version of you.
“Neither did I.” With that the Slayer fell silent once again. Spike waited for her to move on to the more important topic but she did not.
“Slayer?”
“Yeah.” She answered but wouldn’t look at him.
Spike moved a bit closer, put his finger under her chin and made her do just that.
“Oh, Slayer, don’t cry.” Spike’s voice was pleading. He couldn’t stand to watch his girls cry. When the Slayer had become his girl was a question, one he didn’t have the answer to. The point was that right now big tears were streaming down her cheeks and he hated it.
“I’m dying.” Buffy sniffed her tears back, trying to get everything out in one breath. “That’s why I know. When people are dying they think of all the things they’ll miss, all the things that they would’ve done but won’t be able to do. And I know that being with you is one of those things I’ll miss out, that we would’ve, should’ve…I don’t know. I just…Spike?” She looked so small and unsure, and she was now crying even harder so he moved closer and put his arms around her. One had holding her around the waist while the other stroked her hair.
“It’s ok, luv. I understand. I’m here.” He murmured the words, trying too sooth her.
Buffy buried her face in Spike’s shoulder, folding herself into a little ball.
“I don’t wanna die again. I wanna live my life, do all the things I'm supposed to, all the things we are supposed to do.” The girl’s voice was muffled by Spike’s shirt which was being soaked with her tears but he could make out the words just fine. What was more important, he could feel them in his non-beating heart.
“You won’t. Buffy, look at me.” The Slayer picked her head up and looked into his blue eyes. Her own were filled with pain, that Spike could understand, but what amazed him was the trust in her beautiful green eyes. With his next words he could break her completely or start the process of healing her. The vampire's words were a whisper.
“I won’t let you go.”