One Good Day: edited
This is my first official fic, hope you like it. (If you know any communities I should x-post it to let me know.)
Title: One Good Day (Spuffy)
Author: foreverxkisses
E-mail: carpe.diem.always@gmail.com
Rating: PG sadly. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no profit for this. Scenes from 'Fool for Love' used as introduction; no infringement intended.
Distribution: Needs to be approved by me. (It is also unbeta'd and a work in progress)
Feedback: I <3 comments and emails.
Notes: Takes place immediately following "Fool for Love" from Season 5.
Part One
"I lied" whispered Buffy, breaking the solemn silence.
"Hmm, what?" Spike said, coming out of his thoughts.
"I lied," she paused, "It might be you." Her voice breaking, her eyes glancing up to meet his, fresh tears breaking down her face.
"Hey, hey now don't..." He tried to wrack his brain for words to comfort his broken slayer. "Just..." He brought her into his arms, holding her tight as her sobs built onto each other.
Once Buffy's breathing was slowed and he felt her relax he went to release her, "Don't." She whispered, grasping his jacket, "just, ..."
"I won't." He said quickly as he brought her closer, protecting her from the cold.
***
Buffy awoke, the morning sun shining through the slits in her blinds of her room. She awoke slightly confused still in yesterdays clothes, but she felt completely and utterly rested. The night came back to her when she turned her head to see Spike, asleep in the chair across the room.
She watched him as he slept, slowly smiling as the memory of last night returned to her.
She was still watching him when his eyes opened sleepily. A great big smile swept his face upon seeing her, followed by a very awkward and scared expression; "Oh, er, um sorry. I just... you fell asleep, and I didn't..."
"Spike,"
"I didn't... I mean I didn't do any... "
"Spike," she said finally silencing his awkward ramble. They held the silence for a few moments, both accustoming themselves to the unpredicted situation.
"Thank you."
Spike's mouth hung open, at a loss.
"Thank you for last night." She said again, their eyes remaining locked as she got up from the bed.
"Um, sure. I mean..."
"Buffy?" Joyce called from the hall. "You awake in there?"
Startled, Buffy smiled "Yeah Mom," she replied, playfully rolling her eyes at Spike.
"Good!" she claimed opening the door,"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know you had a guest," she said giving a surprised and quizzical look at Spike who in return just looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Spike, " she said nodding in greeting.
"Joyce..."nodding back, slowly trying to melt into the corner.
"Mom, um, can you?"
"Right. Well, nice to see you again, " she said, nodding again at Spike and slipping out.
Joyce closed the door softly and Buffy and Spike listened to her footsteps go down the hall and down the stairs.
"Way to be Mr. Conspicuous!" Buffy said, trying not to burst into laughter.
"Hey, she caught me off guard. And just look at me, I'm surrounded by stuffed animals! And there's bloody sunshine everywhere!"
Buffy burst in to laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.
"Oh shove off." Spike grumbled, smirking under his scowl.
"I guess I should get going though, you probably have tones of happy sunshine-related things to do." He said as the laughter died.
"Right..." she said now looking around the room awkwardly, then realizing, "Yeah, I am actually supposed to take Mom to the hospital." She said, trailing off toward the end, remembering her current reality. "Thats probably why she came in here."
"Hospital?"
"Ya... it's nothing."
"Nothing?" Spike challenged.
Her eyes took on the look they had had the night before, so far away.
"No, umm never mind. You don't have to say anything."
She looked up, into his eyes. Its all he needed to see. "Thanks." She whispered, moving past him and out down the hall.
***
"Here." Buffy said, holding up a blanket to Spike as they moved towards the back door.
"Thanks. I was going to try and see if I could get a tan but this seems like a much better alternative." He said, smirking at her.
They heard the front door open, "Buffy?"
Panic overtook Buffy and Spike could feel it.
"Well, that's my cue." He said as he flung the blanket over his head and rushed out the door.
"Who was that?" Asked Riley, joining Buffy in the kitchen.
"Oh, um... just one of the neighbor kids looking for Dawn." Buffy responded quickly.
***
Buffy wandered thought the graveyard. It was late, but with her Mom in the hospital overnight and Dawn over at a friend's she just didn't want to be home right now.
Buffy found herself going towards Spike's crypt. And just as she rounded the mausoleum next to his crypt she saw Spike, just leaving.
"Spike." she said, grabbing his attention.
"Hey, I was just..." he paused, "...how's your Mom?"
"We won't know anything till tomorrow."
Spike nodded. "Come on in, and I'll pour you a drink or something." He said stepping back and opening the crypt door for her.
Buffy settled down on the concrete tomb, as Spike dug through his things in the corner.
Straightening out and joining her on the slab Spike held two beverages. "We've got Gin," he said holding up the bottle in one hand, "and a juice box."
"A juice box?? ...really?"
"Of course! Who doesn't love apple juice?"
Buffy burst out into laughter, "That's just priceless!"
"Does this mean you don't want the juice box then?" Spike added teasingly.
"Of course I want the juice box!" she said, snatching at it, Spike pulling it out of her reach. "No really, I want it!"
"Well I don't think you deserve it now." Spike said playfully raising it higher.
Lunging at the juice box Buffy winced and grabbed her side. The stake wound still gnawing at her.
"Hey, I thought you had super Slayer healing." he said trying to mask his concern.
"Yeah, well even a slayer needs time to heal a deep-ish stab wound." she quipped, lifting up her shirt to check the bandage.
"That needs to be changed." Spike said, already getting up and moving to the other side of the room.
"It's ok, I can do it later, it's no biggie."
"Well I've got bandages, and it will help it heal faster." Spike said walking back and spreading out some bandages and gauze. "Plus, after you can have the juice box." He added quirking an eyebrow.
"Well, if I can have the juice box." She mused.
Buffy was amazed at how gentle the vampire was. How careful he was not to brush the wound or unwrap it too quickly.
"Ok, this might hurt a little bit," Spike warned, soaking the cloth in disinfectant. Spike slowly applied it to the wound.
Buffy felt the sharp pain of the disinfectant... and so did Spike's chip.
"Hey, maybe you shouldn't be the one doing this Spike. It's not fair with your chip."
"I almost done anyways love." Spike argued, "Plus I barely even felt that one," he lied.
Buffy caught a glimpse of it in his eyes then, the part she had seen time and time again and had never really understood before. Spike finished wrapping the bandage around her, careful not to have it too tight and fastened the clip, starting to clean up the supplies when Buffy laid her had on his arm.
Their eyes met and held onto each other for what seemed like an eternity.
The movement was in slow motion, as Buffy's hands swept up his strong arms, coming to grip sturdy shoulders.
Spike was frozen, unsure, excited and afraid. He would die if she ran away now.
She slowed to a stop, resting within his arms. His strong arms, a barrier to all that was trying to eat at her heart.
She searched his eyes intently, looking for a trace of evil or betrayal, but all she saw was compassion, edged with fear.
She could see the risk, she could see the jump ahead of her. And he was letting her choose to make it... or not. No pressure, no expectation. Just that glimmer of hope.
As if on a cloud, she moved forward, hovering their faces just inches away. If Spike had breath he would have been holding it.
It was the sweetest and slowest of kisses. Spike's arms fully encircling her, bringing her in tight, and safe.
They broke apart, opening their eyes. She could see him bracing for a hit, bracing for her to lash out against him, against his exposed heart.
But she couldn't bare that look in his eyes. She quietly traced his jawline with her fingertips, holding his gaze, she was unable to convert her thoughts into words but her actions spoke much louder.
Spike then, for the first time, initiated movement, bringing their lips back together. They both felt their walls come down as they embraced each other in the cool air of the calming crypt.
Title: One Good Day (Spuffy)
Author: foreverxkisses
E-mail: carpe.diem.always@gmail.com
Rating: PG sadly. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no profit for this. Scenes from 'Fool for Love' used as introduction; no infringement intended.
Distribution: Needs to be approved by me. (It is also unbeta'd and a work in progress)
Feedback: I <3 comments and emails.
Notes: Takes place immediately following "Fool for Love" from Season 5.
Part One
"I lied" whispered Buffy, breaking the solemn silence.
"Hmm, what?" Spike said, coming out of his thoughts.
"I lied," she paused, "It might be you." Her voice breaking, her eyes glancing up to meet his, fresh tears breaking down her face.
"Hey, hey now don't..." He tried to wrack his brain for words to comfort his broken slayer. "Just..." He brought her into his arms, holding her tight as her sobs built onto each other.
Once Buffy's breathing was slowed and he felt her relax he went to release her, "Don't." She whispered, grasping his jacket, "just, ..."
"I won't." He said quickly as he brought her closer, protecting her from the cold.
***
Buffy awoke, the morning sun shining through the slits in her blinds of her room. She awoke slightly confused still in yesterdays clothes, but she felt completely and utterly rested. The night came back to her when she turned her head to see Spike, asleep in the chair across the room.
She watched him as he slept, slowly smiling as the memory of last night returned to her.
She was still watching him when his eyes opened sleepily. A great big smile swept his face upon seeing her, followed by a very awkward and scared expression; "Oh, er, um sorry. I just... you fell asleep, and I didn't..."
"Spike,"
"I didn't... I mean I didn't do any... "
"Spike," she said finally silencing his awkward ramble. They held the silence for a few moments, both accustoming themselves to the unpredicted situation.
"Thank you."
Spike's mouth hung open, at a loss.
"Thank you for last night." She said again, their eyes remaining locked as she got up from the bed.
"Um, sure. I mean..."
"Buffy?" Joyce called from the hall. "You awake in there?"
Startled, Buffy smiled "Yeah Mom," she replied, playfully rolling her eyes at Spike.
"Good!" she claimed opening the door,"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know you had a guest," she said giving a surprised and quizzical look at Spike who in return just looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Spike, " she said nodding in greeting.
"Joyce..."nodding back, slowly trying to melt into the corner.
"Mom, um, can you?"
"Right. Well, nice to see you again, " she said, nodding again at Spike and slipping out.
Joyce closed the door softly and Buffy and Spike listened to her footsteps go down the hall and down the stairs.
"Way to be Mr. Conspicuous!" Buffy said, trying not to burst into laughter.
"Hey, she caught me off guard. And just look at me, I'm surrounded by stuffed animals! And there's bloody sunshine everywhere!"
Buffy burst in to laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.
"Oh shove off." Spike grumbled, smirking under his scowl.
"I guess I should get going though, you probably have tones of happy sunshine-related things to do." He said as the laughter died.
"Right..." she said now looking around the room awkwardly, then realizing, "Yeah, I am actually supposed to take Mom to the hospital." She said, trailing off toward the end, remembering her current reality. "Thats probably why she came in here."
"Hospital?"
"Ya... it's nothing."
"Nothing?" Spike challenged.
Her eyes took on the look they had had the night before, so far away.
"No, umm never mind. You don't have to say anything."
She looked up, into his eyes. Its all he needed to see. "Thanks." She whispered, moving past him and out down the hall.
***
"Here." Buffy said, holding up a blanket to Spike as they moved towards the back door.
"Thanks. I was going to try and see if I could get a tan but this seems like a much better alternative." He said, smirking at her.
They heard the front door open, "Buffy?"
Panic overtook Buffy and Spike could feel it.
"Well, that's my cue." He said as he flung the blanket over his head and rushed out the door.
"Who was that?" Asked Riley, joining Buffy in the kitchen.
"Oh, um... just one of the neighbor kids looking for Dawn." Buffy responded quickly.
***
Buffy wandered thought the graveyard. It was late, but with her Mom in the hospital overnight and Dawn over at a friend's she just didn't want to be home right now.
Buffy found herself going towards Spike's crypt. And just as she rounded the mausoleum next to his crypt she saw Spike, just leaving.
"Spike." she said, grabbing his attention.
"Hey, I was just..." he paused, "...how's your Mom?"
"We won't know anything till tomorrow."
Spike nodded. "Come on in, and I'll pour you a drink or something." He said stepping back and opening the crypt door for her.
Buffy settled down on the concrete tomb, as Spike dug through his things in the corner.
Straightening out and joining her on the slab Spike held two beverages. "We've got Gin," he said holding up the bottle in one hand, "and a juice box."
"A juice box?? ...really?"
"Of course! Who doesn't love apple juice?"
Buffy burst out into laughter, "That's just priceless!"
"Does this mean you don't want the juice box then?" Spike added teasingly.
"Of course I want the juice box!" she said, snatching at it, Spike pulling it out of her reach. "No really, I want it!"
"Well I don't think you deserve it now." Spike said playfully raising it higher.
Lunging at the juice box Buffy winced and grabbed her side. The stake wound still gnawing at her.
"Hey, I thought you had super Slayer healing." he said trying to mask his concern.
"Yeah, well even a slayer needs time to heal a deep-ish stab wound." she quipped, lifting up her shirt to check the bandage.
"That needs to be changed." Spike said, already getting up and moving to the other side of the room.
"It's ok, I can do it later, it's no biggie."
"Well I've got bandages, and it will help it heal faster." Spike said walking back and spreading out some bandages and gauze. "Plus, after you can have the juice box." He added quirking an eyebrow.
"Well, if I can have the juice box." She mused.
Buffy was amazed at how gentle the vampire was. How careful he was not to brush the wound or unwrap it too quickly.
"Ok, this might hurt a little bit," Spike warned, soaking the cloth in disinfectant. Spike slowly applied it to the wound.
Buffy felt the sharp pain of the disinfectant... and so did Spike's chip.
"Hey, maybe you shouldn't be the one doing this Spike. It's not fair with your chip."
"I almost done anyways love." Spike argued, "Plus I barely even felt that one," he lied.
Buffy caught a glimpse of it in his eyes then, the part she had seen time and time again and had never really understood before. Spike finished wrapping the bandage around her, careful not to have it too tight and fastened the clip, starting to clean up the supplies when Buffy laid her had on his arm.
Their eyes met and held onto each other for what seemed like an eternity.
The movement was in slow motion, as Buffy's hands swept up his strong arms, coming to grip sturdy shoulders.
Spike was frozen, unsure, excited and afraid. He would die if she ran away now.
She slowed to a stop, resting within his arms. His strong arms, a barrier to all that was trying to eat at her heart.
She searched his eyes intently, looking for a trace of evil or betrayal, but all she saw was compassion, edged with fear.
She could see the risk, she could see the jump ahead of her. And he was letting her choose to make it... or not. No pressure, no expectation. Just that glimmer of hope.
As if on a cloud, she moved forward, hovering their faces just inches away. If Spike had breath he would have been holding it.
It was the sweetest and slowest of kisses. Spike's arms fully encircling her, bringing her in tight, and safe.
They broke apart, opening their eyes. She could see him bracing for a hit, bracing for her to lash out against him, against his exposed heart.
But she couldn't bare that look in his eyes. She quietly traced his jawline with her fingertips, holding his gaze, she was unable to convert her thoughts into words but her actions spoke much louder.
Spike then, for the first time, initiated movement, bringing their lips back together. They both felt their walls come down as they embraced each other in the cool air of the calming crypt.