Roommates
Title: Roommates
Prompt: Fantasy and Supernatural: Afterlife
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language
Summary: Buffy helps Spike adapt. Companion piece to ‘Moving In’ and ‘Moving Out’
“This is weird.” Spike said as he watched the paramedics zip up the body bag and roll his body out into the ambulance, “This is very, very weird.”
“Well at least it only happens once.” Buffy quipped, “But I wouldn’t head upstairs for a while. After I died, I couldn’t look at the living room without having a panic attack. It took a while to get the bloodstains out.”
Spike shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets - the bonus of being a ghost was that he could wear whatever the hell he felt like wearing. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”
“It takes time.” Buffy said softly, reaching out slightly before changing her mind and slipping her hand in her pocket, “I’ll help you as much as I can.”
“What is there to know?” Spike asked, flinching slightly as a crime scene investigator brushed through him on his way upstairs, “I’m dead, I’m a ghost, an’ I’m stuck.”
“You need to stay.” Buffy said, “You can’t leave.”
Spike shot her a look, “Wha’, not I’m not allowed to pass on?”
“That’s not what I’m saying.” Buffy retorted, “You’re allowed to pass on whenever you think you can. What I meant is that you, Spike, can not leave. You can’t loose yourself, or else you’ll become something else entirely.”
“Wha’, like a poltergeist?” he asked.
“Exactly like a poltergeist.” Buffy agreed, “I’ve never met any, but when you die you start to learn all these new things. The knowledge just pours in, and you have this innate sense about you, and who you are, and what can happen. You can’t get lost, especially since you died the way you did.”
Spike looked at her for a long moment, the sad curve of her eyes and the soft pout of her mouth showing just how much this meant to her. He sighed and scratched his head.
“Well I guess this means I’m gonna need your help.” He finally said. She smiled up at him and nodded.
“I’ll help you as much as I can, but I can only do so much.” She agreed, “The rest is up to you.”
.
Spike knew that he was dead, but it took months for it to really hit him. Buffy kept trying to warn him that things wouldn’t always be easy, that he was still in shock, but he didn’t believe her. He brushed her off and continued to move, wishing that he could comfort his family that he knew he would likely never see again.
Then it hit him - he was dead, and he wasn’t every going to stop being dead. This was a permanent situation and he needed to make the most of it. Well, that thought didn’t come till later, but it did make an appearance several times throughout his attempts to cope.
Buffy was always there, though, holding his hand - literally at times - and making sure he didn’t go completely bonkers. She kept him from falling of the ledge into darkness and poltergeist-hood.
About three months after his death a new family bought the hosue, a young couple fresh from their honeymoon named Anya and Xander Harris. They served as a source of entertainment for years, but never once did they see them. It was years until the duo passed away, leaving the house to their children who left it to their children and so on and so on.
Never once did Spike or Buffy think of crossing over. They had each other, and that was all they needed.
Prompt: Fantasy and Supernatural: Afterlife
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language
Summary: Buffy helps Spike adapt. Companion piece to ‘Moving In’ and ‘Moving Out’
“This is weird.” Spike said as he watched the paramedics zip up the body bag and roll his body out into the ambulance, “This is very, very weird.”
“Well at least it only happens once.” Buffy quipped, “But I wouldn’t head upstairs for a while. After I died, I couldn’t look at the living room without having a panic attack. It took a while to get the bloodstains out.”
Spike shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets - the bonus of being a ghost was that he could wear whatever the hell he felt like wearing. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”
“It takes time.” Buffy said softly, reaching out slightly before changing her mind and slipping her hand in her pocket, “I’ll help you as much as I can.”
“What is there to know?” Spike asked, flinching slightly as a crime scene investigator brushed through him on his way upstairs, “I’m dead, I’m a ghost, an’ I’m stuck.”
“You need to stay.” Buffy said, “You can’t leave.”
Spike shot her a look, “Wha’, not I’m not allowed to pass on?”
“That’s not what I’m saying.” Buffy retorted, “You’re allowed to pass on whenever you think you can. What I meant is that you, Spike, can not leave. You can’t loose yourself, or else you’ll become something else entirely.”
“Wha’, like a poltergeist?” he asked.
“Exactly like a poltergeist.” Buffy agreed, “I’ve never met any, but when you die you start to learn all these new things. The knowledge just pours in, and you have this innate sense about you, and who you are, and what can happen. You can’t get lost, especially since you died the way you did.”
Spike looked at her for a long moment, the sad curve of her eyes and the soft pout of her mouth showing just how much this meant to her. He sighed and scratched his head.
“Well I guess this means I’m gonna need your help.” He finally said. She smiled up at him and nodded.
“I’ll help you as much as I can, but I can only do so much.” She agreed, “The rest is up to you.”
.
Spike knew that he was dead, but it took months for it to really hit him. Buffy kept trying to warn him that things wouldn’t always be easy, that he was still in shock, but he didn’t believe her. He brushed her off and continued to move, wishing that he could comfort his family that he knew he would likely never see again.
Then it hit him - he was dead, and he wasn’t every going to stop being dead. This was a permanent situation and he needed to make the most of it. Well, that thought didn’t come till later, but it did make an appearance several times throughout his attempts to cope.
Buffy was always there, though, holding his hand - literally at times - and making sure he didn’t go completely bonkers. She kept him from falling of the ledge into darkness and poltergeist-hood.
About three months after his death a new family bought the hosue, a young couple fresh from their honeymoon named Anya and Xander Harris. They served as a source of entertainment for years, but never once did they see them. It was years until the duo passed away, leaving the house to their children who left it to their children and so on and so on.
Never once did Spike or Buffy think of crossing over. They had each other, and that was all they needed.