Dream come true: Chapter 4
by pagan pylea princess
Chapter 4

Every five minutes, Buffy cast a confused glance at Spike, who sat on the bed staring into space.
Buffy was curled up in Willow’s armchair with her hands round her legs and her chin resting on her knees. Willow tut-tutted at Buffy’s forehead, which had a gash across it. She cleaned it up and placed a bandage on it, adding to her multiple wounds. Buffy smiled gratefully, then moved to sit next to Spike, which snapped him out of his trance.
She touched his arm gently and he jumped back. She was startled, but said nothing.
“Did you have another dream?” she asked, soothingly.
“Dream? What dream?” asked Xander.
Buffy rolled her eyes but turned to her friend. “Spike and I have… been… having weird dreams.” She said tentatively.
“Well, what kind of dreams?” said Willow, frowning.
“Like… shary… past dreams.” Buffy explained badly.
She knew just how her friends would react.
“Like, you-and-Angel-shary-past-dreams?” Xander asked startled.
“Like…like The-First-you-and-Angel-shary-past-dreams?” Buffy didn’t think Willow could look any more worried as she spoke in a high-pitched voice.
Buffy paused. “Well… yeah.”
“Oh My God! Buffy! Why didn’t you say anything?!” Willow said shrilly.
“Because! I knew you’d react like this!” Buffy said.
“But…but! Buffy, what if…?” Willow stuttered.
“I know! I know! But we can’t be sure of that yet.” Buffy calmed her down.
“Is that how you got…” Xander pointed to his neck.
Buffy looked unsure “I think so.”
“Yes”
Buffy turned to Spike who now looked up. “I had this dream that… I killed Buffy as a little girl.” He looked down.
“How horrible…” Willow said in sympathy. She knew that would have torn Spike up inside.
“I did too. Have a dream.” She turned to Spike and touched the spot where his wound was. “That I staked you. As a little boy.”

They looked at each other in sympathy for a moment. Willow could see the compassion between them, and how the dreams had hurt them.
“But… there were things in this dream I couldn’t possibly know. Like, the house, the people… like the time when…”
“You saw Angel kill a bunch of people.” Xander confirmed.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Not “a bunch”, Xander. Just one.”
“Well, at least nothing happened to us in this dream.” Willow said.
“What was this dream?” Buffy asked.
Spike hesitated. “It was… back when I was in that… chair… when I was… y’know. Evil.” He looked up and Buffy nodded.
“And with… Dru. And…”
“Angel.” Buffy said in fear.
“Angelus” Spike corrected. There was a pause and he carried on. “We were… Arguing and I kinda, y’know hurt him. I was…”
“Strangling him, by any chance?” Xander asked sarcastically.
“Yeah. Coulda bloody killed him. But, he was saying things. About now, not then. Creepy.”
Buffy nodded, “then you woke up…”
“And I was strangling you.” He finished. “But, I even felt different. Like the old me. I knew I was strangling you. But I didn’t care.”
“Then you realised.”
He nodded.
“Ok. Well…” Buffy sighed, but was interrupted by the phone.
“Let me get that!” Buffy called, more to Dawn than any one else. She picked the phone up in Willow’s room.
“Hello?”
There was a pause, then Buffy looked up at Spike, then Willow and Xander.
“Angel” she said with inconvenience and surprise.
Spike rolled his eyes.
“Huh? You feel weird?” Buffy looked at Willow who frowned. “Like…evil?” she looked to Spike. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Like you’ve been strangled?” she said, obviously repeating his words so the others knew what was going on.
“Listen Angel, there’s stuff going on over here. If it happens again, call us ok? Thanks for calling. Bye.”
She put the phone down, put her hands on her hips and stared at the ground.
“This is worse than we thought.” She said.
“Oh, he’ll be fine! God sake.” Spike said angrily.
“Spike! This isn’t just about us and Angel. What if we hurt Willow or Dawn? Huh?” She shouted. Xander coughed and put up his hand and the other three rolled their eyes.
“Hey! I’m important too!” he said.
“We have to do something” Buffy insisted.
Spike stopped to think.
“Well what can we do Buffy?” he said gently.
She thought for a moment then sighed angrily. He was right. There wasn’t anything they could do.
Willow stepped forward gingerly. “Um. Maybe I could… I dunno, look for a spell? I mean… you’d both have to stay awake for a while, but…”
Buffy nodded, “thanks Will.”
“Right.” Spike muttered, obviously not impressed about having to stay awake for much longer.
But Buffy was still worried about what was going on. The phone call from Angel had shook her up and she was scared she would hurt someone else.


Five cups of coffee later, they were still no nearer to finding the answer. Willow had scanned every magic book she could think of, Giles and Dawn had gotten down to extra demon research and the others took to helping them both stay awake by chattering excitedly to one another. The girls had become fidgety but there was nothing they could do until nightfall in a good few hours. The mid-day sun was shining through a window, but Buffy yawned. She hadn’t slept all night. Spike had become fidgety and slightly hyper from all the coffee he’d drunk, and although he and Andrew had provided some entertainment for a while by bickering, it had ended in tears when Spike had pretended he was going to murder the ex-pain-in-her-ass. Andrew had squealed like a little girl and actually hit back. Now they both sat sulking at either end of the room, due to Willow sending them there.
Buffy had gone on at them, saying how frustrating it was watching a hundred and fifty year old vampire high on caffeine agitate a little boy. Spike had sat mumbling on about something afterwards, “hundred and forty nine I’ll have you know,” and “he deserved it anyway” But the potentials had found it hilarious, Faith had taken to poking fun at them every five minutes and Xander had given Andrew some comic to keep him quiet.

“Willow? Anything?” Buffy asked, leaning over the witches shoulder with a cup of coffee in her hands.
“Err, not yet Buff, but I’m sure I’ll get it soon.” She kept her cool, but Buffy knew it was bugging her inside. Kennedy placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed tightly. “You will find it,” she whispered.
Buffy smiled. It was nice to see her friend with someone finally. She made her way into the sitting room where the “children” were curled up, eyeing each other angrily.
She rolled her eyes and knelt next to Spike.
“What is up with you?” she chided. He looked up but didn’t answer. She sighed.
“Guess this stuff is just… making me crazy.” He said.
She nodded “I know. I guess these crazy dreams are quite freaky.” She smiled. He frowned and looked up.
“No, no. I meant, the coffee. Caffeine not really good for me.”
“Oh” she frowned as he took out a cigarette and his silver lighter.
“Err, not in here you don’t,” she said pointing at him.
“Well,” he rolled his eyes, “I can’t very well go outside can I?” he pointed to a window where drapes covered the sun from view. She sighed. “You’ll have to go in the basement.”

When Spike had left she told Andrew to stop being a baby and went back to Willow. The Witch was still flustered and shouting at the computer screen to hurry up. Buffy put her hand on her friend’s shoulder.
“Will, get some rest. I’ll get Dawn on the Internet for a bit.”
Willow looked up but didn’t argue and Dawn jumped up without question.
“No problem. I’m on it.” she said and sat in front of the laptop.
Buffy rubbed her eyes and grabbed another coffee before heading down to the basement. She was so tired the cup almost fell from her hands on the way down. She felt sick at the thought of having to put any more caffeine in her body and set the mug down at the bottom of the stairs.

Spike sat on his bed surrounded by a cloud of smoke; a cigarette in one hand resting on his knee, looking chilled out and relaxed.
“Three minutes.” He said, taking a drag.
“Huh?” she leant against the stairs in front of him. He smiled and exhaled.
“It took you three minutes to follow me.”
She rolled her eyes “I did not follow you, I came to get some peace and quiet, but I can see I’m not gonna get any of that.”
“What’s new?” he said, flicking the ash onto the floor.
She smiled and sat next to him. “I really don’t need this right now, on top of everything else.”
“I know.” He finished his cigarette and flicked it into the wastepaper basket in the corner. “You’re doing a good job.”
She laughed, “Yeah, that’s what they keep telling me. But I just…”
“Ssshh.” He put an arm round her. Usually she would have fought him off. But she was so tired. He leant in and kissed her gently. It felt good to feel something. It had been so long, the first time they’d had any contact since Spike had come back and it felt nice.
She let him pull her in close and she leant against him. He placed a hand against her face and rested his chin on her head. She sighed and he smiled.


It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Buffy peered round the corner, careful not to be seen. She suddenly heard a struggle ahead and made her way quietly along the corridor. She just reached the end when someone grabbed her from behind. She screamed and used the wall to push off and flip them over.
They struggled in the dark hallway until they finally made it to their feet. Buffy brought her fists up, ready to fight her attacker. But as she turned to face him, she froze at his malevolent vampire visage. He grinned.
“Peek a boo. I found you.”


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