A New Romance
by Taura
Disclaimer: Faith and Spike belong to Jose, but their mine for this situation. It’s basically written because after watching every ep of Buffy, especially the second & third season, I discovered Spike and Faith never met. If you think Spike & Dru are good together, don’t read this!
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She rolled around on the lacy bed, having a nightmare she couldn’t get out of. She cried out and he was automatically at her side, pushing her long, dark brown hair away from her perfect complexion. He kept his eyes on her at all times, acting as if he looked away for a minute, she would be gone. He felt bad for what he had done to her and he prayed she would forgive him. He put his fingers behind her head and rubbed his thumb on her cheek, lovingly. She moaned again, turning over, crushing his hand. He did not mind it, he just carefully lifted up her head and removed his hand.
"You’re so beautiful, my love," he said, kissing her forehead. He wished he knew what she was dreaming, so he could keep her safe. He was still amazed at all he felt for her. They had, after all, just officially met that night. He was amazed he had all these emotions towards her so suddenly. He never fell in love this fast. It had taken him one hundred years before he thought he found his first love. Snapping out of the past, he looked at her again. He felt so old next to her. Well, he figured a two hundred (and then some) year old vampire should.
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She was dreaming of the events that happened before she was carried here to safety. She had just been out patrolling, looking for a fun kill since she left Sunnydale. She had found a group of four and attacked, killing the two in the back quickly and quietly. She then grabbed the third. This one yelled for help and the fourth turned and attacked her. She looked at him as she fought, with his beautiful brown eyes and bleached out hair. For a moment, he stopped, seeming to look her over, giving her time to stake the third vampire. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Who are you?" he asked. She remembered the accent from her watcher. She missed him.
Snapping out of it, she reverted back to form. "I’m a vampire slayer, dumb ass. Who the hell are you and what’s with the hair?"
"Faith?" he asked, remembering her vaguely from gossip he heard on the hellmouth. She had quite a reputation. She had nodded, and he decided to answer her first question and skip the second. "I’m Spike, and you’re gonna die, slayer."
"Wanna bet?"
They went at it from there, charging at each other. He grabbed her and ran her into a wall, causing her to fall on her back. The pain ran throughout her body, but she still was able to fight, and as Spike came closer, she turned to her side and kicked his legs out from under him. She stood and waited for him to stand back up, trying to give him a roundhouse kick to his head. He had grabbed her foot and twisted it. Faith, who had not been ready for this, fell back and landed on her back again, this time hitting her head and knocking herself out cold.
Faith, in her dream state, saw the pain in Spike’s eyes, as if he had not meant for her to get hurt. She thought about why that would be. He was a demon, incapable of compassion, or at least she had thought. Spike picked her up and brought her to this bed, and could see him taking care of her. He checked her foot for broken bones, only to find it was badly sprained. He had then left, only to run back in when she yelled in her unconscious state.
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Now Faith opened her eyes. Spike was still there, with his head down. She looked at her surroundings and at the bed which was way to frilly and girlie for her taste. She tried to get up and walk, but found the pain so excruciating that she fell back onto the bed. Spike lifted his head to find her awake and put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped and looked up at him. She knew about his reputation, too and she was not looking to be the third slayer on his hit list. Preparing to fight him off, she looked deep into his eyes and changed her plan, deciding to let him take care of her. She wanted to know what he was going to do, and from the look she had seen in his eyes it had nothing to do with hurting her.
He settled her back into the bed, happy she had not tried to kill him. He had the strongest urge to kiss her, but stopped, wondering what Drusilla would think of him if he did. Then he remembered. She did not control him anymore. She really never did. He remembered her death and that he had killed her. She had dreamt her death by his hand, yet did not believe it, even as he put the stake in her heart.
Spike stayed by her side, only getting up to find an easy kill after she went back to sleep and to get her food. On her second day there, Spike picked her up to have her test out her foot. Faith leaned on him at first, afraid to leave his side. Finally, she tried walking by herself, wobbling a bit as the pain flowed dully through her.
Spike thought. < I must have really hurt her. > He carried her back to her bed, setting her down.
"Spike? Why are you taking care of me? You and I are supposed to be mortal enemies, not friends," Faith said, almost afraid of what he would say. She had grown an affection towards him, but wanted to know what he thought they were.
"Well, I dunno why I am taking care of you. I guess because it’s my fault with your foot."
"Yeah, but you could have killed me, not take care of me." She was pushing him, she knew. She hoped he wouldn’t clam up with her questions.
He didn’t. "I just...... I can’t picture you being dead. Or a vampire for that matter." He sat down close to her on the bed. "Hey, why aren’t you in Sunnydale?"
"I felt like I had to. I got out of the hospital, and I bolted. I had no reason to stay. Where’s that girl, the psychotic one? She’s supposed to be your girlfriend. Damn, I forget her name."
"She was, uh, killed." He hoped she wouldn’t press on how or by who.
She didn’t. "What are you going to do when I can walk?"
Spike hadn’t thought about this. "I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far."
Faith sighed. This wasn’t helping her.
"What about you? What are you going to do."
"I dunno."
The next day, Faith woke and began walking on her foot. The pain was gone, but she still didn’t want to leave.
Spike woke, expecting to see Faith sound asleep. When he saw she wasn’t there, he got scared, afraid she had left without saying good bye. Leaving the room, he turned, running into Faith.
"You can walk," he said, upset, but happy she finally could. He was afraid she was going to leave him. If she did, he would have no one, and neither would she.
"Yeah. Uh, Spike? I was thinking... Maybe I could stay. With you, here. I basically have nowhere else to go, so if you let me..."
"I was going to ask you if you wanted to stay. You’re right, and I’d prefer it if you would."
"Ok, I will." She reached up and kissed him on the lips. He was surprised at first, but then grabbed her around the waist, deepening the kiss.
"I’ve been waiting to do that," Spike said, when they broke away.
"Me, too."
Fin.
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