Bingomas Day 17: Fly

Dec 17, 2019 22:50

A/N: I like the concept for this one, and I'm hoping to expand upon it later when I have some more time for writing.

Title: It's A Small World After All
Rating: G

“Elizabeth Pratt, please visit the United Airlines Gate 4 at your earliest convenience.”

Spike took notice of the name-- it wasn’t often that he ran across someone with his original surname. He idly noted that Gate 4 was where he was sitting-- this Elizabeth must be on his flight.

He shook his head and looked back down at his book.

“Hi, I’m Elizabeth Pratt, you paged me?”

Suddenly, he heard the sparkling tones of a voice he thought he’d never hear again.

Wait, what?

He whipped his head around and saw the long blonde locks of the woman at the desk. He listened and watched as she confirmed some detail or another about her flight, then turned with a flip of her hair.

Damn it.

He never thought he would see her again.  Especially here, at some regional airport in the middle of Ohio.

And the name? It couldn’t be.

He had to try to talk to her.

Quickly, he tucked his bookmark away and grabbed his carry on, approaching where she was standing by the windows, looking at her phone.  He put on his posher accent so as not to alert her to who he was right away.

“Excuse me, did you say you’re Elizabeth Pratt?”

“Yeah, I, uh--” she cut off as she turned around, looking up and into blue eyes she’d thought were lost forever.



She didn’t say another word, just threw herself into his arms.

“You’re alive, oh my god, you’re alive, Spike!”

She tried to look up at him, but her refusal to take a single step out of his embrace made that impossible. Which, she decided was for the best when the tears started streaming down her cheeks.

“Buffy…” he whispered again, unsure what else to say.

“I missed you. So much. And I don’t know whether I need to look at you or if I just need you holding me like this and… How are you here?”

“It’s a long story. What do you say we sit down and I’ll tell you all about it?”

She pulled back just a little, still holding onto his shirt tightly.

“Okay, I just… I swore if I ever got a second chance I wouldn’t screw this up. I love you.”

Her eyes were desperate and pleading as she stared into his, and his whole world fell away.

“Thought you’d been seeing someone,” he said, not intending the words to convey the bitterness they did.

She shook her head. “Had to pretend for a couple council missions, but no one for real.  And you?”

“Never could be anyone else, love. Even when I thought you were moving on, halfway around the world.”

She hugged him tight, her face buried in his chest. His shirt muffled her voice so he could just barely make out her whispered words.

“How could I move on from my soul mate?”

Those words made him remember his first question.

“The name you’re using…”

She tried to turn away from him, blushing profusely.

“I, um…”

“You know?” He asked, holding onto her arm to keep her from turning completely.

She nodded.

“You did it purposely? And how did you find out?”

She sighed and looked up at him.

“I spent a lot of time researching you, after Sunnydale. Made me feel closer to you, I guess, even just a little. When I decided I wanted a real break, I figured what better name to use? I could pretend I was a widow. Pretend I wasn’t stupid enough to throw away what we had before I even let myself get a real taste.”

“Buffy,” he said, pulling her to him once again, his voice choked.

“Spike?” she asked.

“‘M fine. Not positive a jet didn’t barrel through those tinted windows and dust me, but hey.”

“You’re not dust,” she said, running her hand up and down his arm. “But how are you not dust? How long have you been back?”

He tensed beneath her hand.

“You might decide not to love me anymore once I tell you that part.”

She looked up at him fiercely. “Nothing could ever change that I love you. Nothing.”

“Not even if I’ve been back for over a year and was just so bloody stupid I believed you were happier without me?”

She stared at him for a long moment, before her knees gave out from under her and she collapsed with a sob.

“I still love you. I just… how could you think I was better off? And don’t answer that; I am aware that once again it’s all my fault.”

“More Peaches than you, Slayer.”


“Was with the bloody Great Poof up until that giant battle.”  He laughed bitterly. “No one can say Angelus isn’t an expert at psychological torment. Had me completely convinced that you deserved to be free of me.”

Buffy’s expression turned murderous.

“I’ll kill him.”


“No! He saw me, Spike. He watched as I broke completely down for the first time when it finally sunk in that we’d won and you weren’t with us. He watched as Willow had to magically spell me into eating.  And I know he was getting the reports that it wasn’t any better after I left for Italy. Hell, I spent the whole Immortal assignment sloshed on JD because it reminded me of us.”

“The Immortal was an assignment? And you weren’t eating?” he asked, looking her over.

“Of course it was, that guy’s an asshole. And I wasn’t. Still don’t, sometimes. Dawn’s in charge of calling me every couple of days and making me eat if I haven’t.”

“Buffy, pet…”

“I’m alright, Spike. As long as we’re going to be okay, I’m alright. It’s just hard to think about eating when your whole life spent just making it through the next second.”

“I’m so sorry, love. I should’ve known better, I should’ve come for you. You could’ve been saved so much--”

“Yeah, okay, you could’ve, but I know better than anyone what a master manipulator Angel is. You’re here, and I’m here, and can we just be happy?”

Instead of answering, he grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss.

They held each other close for a few long moments, before a loud voice on the overhead announced the departure of their flight.

“This is yours too?” she asked as she pulled away.

“Yeah, got myself a flat in LA. Do my best patrolling and such. What about you?”

“I was going to look for a place in one of the suburbs. I decided that I’ve trained enough mini-slayers that I can have a real vacation.”

He stared at her for a moment before speaking.

“Could… You could stay with me?”

She smiled brightly at him, and he nearly sighed in relief. “I’d like that.”

“What seat are you?” He asked, pulling out his ticket.

“B1,” she replied, and his face split into a grin. He turned his ticked towards her.


“Oh my god! I can’t believe…”

“Must have been the computer, putting our names together.”

“Do they do that?” she asked.

“Dunno, Slayer, but who cares? Somehow we’re sitting next to each other on this flight to LA, you still love me, and you’re going to come stay with me. I’m on top of the bloody world right now, pet.”

“You have a point.” She said with a smile.

Together, they shuffled forward and scanned their tickets. Then with a smile, a kiss, and a squeeze of hands that were not on fire this time, they boarded the flight towards their future.

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