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[captainjhart]

Who: John & Spike
What: A Confrontation WARNING: OKAY GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND DEATH AND STUFF OKAY
When: Directly after thisWhere: Spike's room

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[captainjhart]

John wasn't expecting to see Spike looking as destroyed as he was himself. "Not fair you started on the drinking early. Should have saved some for me." he said in a dead sounding voice. "Serves you right."

He held the gun pointed at Spike's head, finger resting on the trigger, but not pulling it yet.

"And why would I do that? What could possibly make me want to shoot that man I l... love, eh?" He stepped forward pressing the gun to Spike's forehead. "What could you possibly have done, Spike?" He grabbed Spike by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a rough kiss. Then he smashed him across the face with the gun.

He laughed between sobs, "See mate? I don't actually want to hurt you. That's the thing. But you haven't really left me any choice, now, have you?" He leveled the gun at Spike's head again.

"You sodding kissed me. Told me you wanted to be with me. And bloody well ended up one of the best shags of my life." He lost control for a minute and fired a bullet into Spike's chest. He laughed maniacally. "And then? You told me it was all a lie! So how could I possibly not kill you, huh Spike? Answer me that."

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Spike regained his balance from the force of the bullet, and put a hand to his chest, wincing in pain.

"You missed," he spat. "And for the last sodding time, you can't kill me with one of those." His chest was burning, screaming, the pain was even more intense than the last time the crazy sonofabitch had shot him. The other hand he brought to his face, prodding gently at where he'd been hit with the gun.

"Just get this over with." But if John was anything like he was without a soul, and that was all too apparent, this was going to take a long, long time.

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John shook his head. "Didn't miss. Was just looking to cause some pain, which it seems like I've succeeded in doing." He smiled brightly and cocked his head. "Guess some things are going my way tonight."

He sniffed a few more times as the tears stopped coming. He was always deadly cool during a kill. "I don't have to, y'know? It doesn't have to end like this. Here's your chance, mate! Go on, tell me it was all true. Everything. Every sodding thing. TELL ME." he screamed.

He brought the gun back to Spike's head, aiming right for the center. "Say it." he begged. "Say you'll stay with me, and I won't do it."

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"Oh, what're you going to do? Annoy me to death? Mission accomplished!" He turned away from John, not wanting to look at him. "I'm not saying anything. I've said, and done, clearly enough."

He gritted his teeth.

"I don't love you, and I never will. I don't want you on the same planet as me, let alone following me around all bloody day." He turned back. "Now, go sod off to Captain Jack, all right? Bet he'll come up with some way to comfort you."

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John smirked and nodded. "Right, mate. All I needed to hear."

He fired the gun, and it exploded into Spike's head.

"How's that feel, then? Be interesting to see what a bullet to the brain does to a vampire." He stepped forward. "Can you still talk? Do you still know who I am? What you mean to me? And what you did to me?"

He circled around the vampire as he spoke to him.

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Spike's mind was swimming, vision going in and out of focus, everything dark, then light, then dark again. He moaned, not so much in response to John, but because of the pain.

Now, it didn't matter. Soon, he wouldn't be feeling anything.

He should've told him. Maybe he didn't know.

"Jack'...s'here. 'Saw him" the only words he could force together. And with that, went unconscious.

[captainjhart]

John froze in midpace. The vampire's dying words were to mention Jack? Oh, this could not possibly mean...

He turned on Spike "Don't you even speak his name!" John yelled, emptying the remaining four rounds into spike's brain, leaving a gruesome mess.

John didn't flinch. He stood, rooted to the spot, arm still outstretched as the body slumped the ground.

He watched it fall. "Really didn't want to hurt you..." he murmured, looking lovingly at the still, unmoving vampire. "But you hurt me, too, mate. Couldn't just let that slide. And you know how I get about Jack." He sighed, wistfully.

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Buffy's heart was pounding as she sprinted down the corridor. He wasn't in his room, which meant he'd gone straight to Spike. Whoever this Spike guy was, she pre-hated him.

Buffy's shoes squeaked as she stopped at the doorframe, then froze. She didn't hate him that much. Okay, he was a vampire. A vampire who had been evil for a long, long time, and she should have killed the first time she met him, but apparently he had gotten his soul back, or something. Which meant he wasn't evil anymore, theoretically. And that counted for something.

Like not getting your brains sprayed across a room.

If she had been any other sixteen year old girl, she would have lost her lunch from the smell alone. But thankfully, this was the kind of sixteen year old girl who had once decapitated a football player with a nail file. A football playing vampire, of course. But still. Ick was her life's work. Or, well, was. But she couldn't help but pity the creature. John had loved him.

"John." She threw her arms around him, gently removing his fingers from around the gun while still in mid embrace. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. John. Look at me."

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John kept his eyes on the vampire, as he let Buffy take the gun and found himself himself clinging to her desperately.

He let the tears come again. Finally pulling his gaze away from the body, he looked at the girl in his arms. "He's still alive..." John whispered, eyes wild. "Bullets won't... kill him..."

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She put a finger to his lips. "I know. I'll take care of it," she whispered. There was nothing she could do to make this better.

Spike had been telling the truth. John was obviously very capable, and very willing to kill when things didn't go his way. "You just... go back to your room. We can talk in a minute." She made her way toward the twitching vampire's body.

She pulled her stake from her jacket and turned him to dust.

[captainjhart]

John nodded. "Thanks, love." He couldn't leave, though, not yet. He had to watch her do it. "I'll wait. For you."

He went and stood by the door. He'd watched the dusting once before, but in the middle of chaos and confusion. Now he got an up-close look at it. He watched with a sick fascination, his insides churning at the thought of what he knew was to come.

As Buffy plunged the stake into the damaged vampire's heart, and the body turned to dust, John felt something inside of him pull, and then break. He knew he was shaking.

"Ready?" He thought he might need to have an arm around her to steady himself on their way back to his room.

[seriouswiggins]

She held one out for him, seeing the distinct sign of a wobble. "Come on." On one hand, she felt bad for him. He'd just watched someone who she knew he loved dearly just be staked into dust.

On the other, he was the one that had wanted to kill him in the first place.

To Buffy, he'd just been a vampire.

But John... this made things different. She was already careful around him, but now that she knew what he was truly capable of, she was going to be even more on her guard.

But somehow, right now, at least, John didn't seem interested in hurting her. And he was the only friend she had.

"Come on. I think we need to talk."

[captainjhart]

John took her arm, grateful for the support. "Thanks," he muttered again.

He allowed her to lead him from the room. He needed to leave it all behind. He wasn't thinking at the moment of the likelihood that Spike would reappear sometime in the near future, as he had each time in that past that he'd died.

To John, this felt final. Like some sort of closure. And at the same time, he felt like a hole had been blown through his heart.

"No. 'M fine. Really. No need to talk. Not right now, at least." He let himself lean on the girl, not only for the support, but also for the physical closeness. He needed a warm body to hold him and tell him it was all right. Sex would be good, too, but he didn't want it from her. He couldn't explain why, but he just couldn't bring himself to think of her in that way, despite obviously finding her attractive.

He wouldn't question it, though. He had far too much else to worry him at the moment.