SHE'S ALIVE
Buffy was weak and barely conscious. Her clothes were in shreds, much like her
body. The first kept taunting her with images of her mom, Angel, Jenny, and Spike.
Her healing powers weren't working fast enough. Everytime the bleeding stopped, more torture was inflicted on her. She just kept her friends and Spike in her mind, hoping they wouldn't give up.
At the house, Spike put on his duster and headed to the door. He'd been looking for Buffy since she disappeared two weeks ago.
This time, Xander met him at the door.
"Harris, get out of my way," Spike said, calmly.
"Spike, you've been at it since she disappeared. She's gone," Xander said softly.
"You keep telling yourself that. I'm gunna bring her home. Alive. Now, please move," Spike said.
Xander stepped aside and Spike headed out into the night.
Spike was near an old Christmas tree yard, then Buffy's blood hit him like a sledgehammer. He closed his eyes and focused on her scent. He let his heart and nose take him to her.
Spike heard Buffy's muffled screams from below his feet. He jumped up, and the cavern caved in.
There was a Turok- Han beating on Buffy. He growled and went after it. Spike grabbed it and threw it clear across the cave. It took a few tries but eventually, Spike staked it.
Buffy opened her eyes. "Spike," she whispered, as she shivered.
Spike ran over to her. "Buffy." He shrugged his duster off and gently laid it over her. He carefully lifted her in his arms. "Buffy, this is gunna hurt."
Buffy nodded. Spike lifted her to the hole. She pushed herself up and collapsed on the ground above, crying out as pain lanced up her body.
Spike leaped through the hole and landed next to her. He scooped her up in his arms again, and headed toward the house.
"Spike, it hurts," Buffy whimpered, nuzzling him.
"I know, Buffy. I'm gunna get you home an you're gunna be okay. Just stay awake."
The house came into view, and Spike sighed in relief. He took Buffy inside, and upstairs. Willow, Xander, Giles, and Dawn followed closely after.
He gently laid her on the bed. He went to leave, but Buffy's choked voice stopped him. "Spike, don't leave." No one gave her any argument. Spike stood next to her, and watched with a worried expression.
Buffy kept her eyes locked on his. Willow and Dawn gently cleaned Buffy's wounds. "Do you need anything Buffy?" Dawn asked, worried as well.
"I just need sleep and a few minutes with Spike," Buffy said.
No one protested and left. Spike sat next to her and just gazed at her.
Buffy touched his hand and gave it a slight squeeze. She looked up at him and managed a small smile.
"My God, Buffy," Spike said, softly.
"No, I'm glad you came for me. I didn't think you would." She reached up and pulled him down for a hug.
Spike brought his hands around her carefully. He buried his head in the side of her neck. He managed to hold her tightly without hurting her anymore.
"Buffy." He pulled away. "You need some sleep. You're weak."
"Could you... stay with me?" Buffy asked shyly.
"Buffy, I'm not sure that's a good idea," Spike said.
"Please? You're the only one who makes me fell safe. Please, just hold me," she pleaded, her eyes glazing over.
Spike came and laid next her. She took his arm and pulled him so he was spooned against her back. Buffy rested her hand on his and nuzzled her neck. Spike kept watch until her was too tired and drifted to sleep.
In the morning, Dawn peeked in Buffy's room She saw Spike and Buffy cuddled on the bed. She smiled and went downstairs.
When Spike awake, Buffy was still slumbering next to him. Buffy's hand was stroking it fondly. She stirred moments after.
"Spike," she mumbled.
"Shhhhh. I'm here." He kissed her hair softly.
"Always be here. Need you," Buffy said, weakly, still half asleep.
Spike didn't answer, but pulled her closer to him.
Buffy turned a little and her eyes opened.
A wave of electricity passed through their gazes. Spike leaned down and hesitantly touched her lips with his. Buffy was just as nervous as he was, but kissed him back.
Sometime later, Spike pulled away. "Pet maybe you should go take a shower," he said.
"Yeah, but will you come with me?" Buffy asked, shyly. "I don't think I'll be able to make it on my own."
"You sure?" Spike asked.
Buffy nodded confidently.
Spike got up and helped her to her feet. Buffy let Spike support her and guide her to the bathroom. Spike flinched slightly as they entered the bathroom but Buffy nuzzled him.
Spike fixed the water and turned toward her. Carefully, he lifted her shirk, witch caused her to flinch. "Sorry, Luv," he said, softly.
"It's okay," Buffy said, stifling a groan.
Spike carefully undress her and helped her in the shower. He stripped his own clothes, and got in next to her.
"Do they hurt as bad as they look?" Spike asked.
"The pain's worse," Buffy said, bracing herself against him as he tenderly washed her.
When they got out, Spike tenderly dried her and himself. He slid his jeans on and went to get her pj's. He carefully dressed her and took her back to the bedroom. Spike grabbed a brush and began to brush her wet hair. When he finished, Buffy leaned up against him and let him hold her.
"I missed you Buffy," Spike whispered.
"I know. Spike I wanna ask you something. Do you think.. we could... start over? I feel so empty with out you," Buffy said, shakily.
"Buffy, I don't know what I did to deserve this, but yes we can. Maybe we should take things slowly," Spike said.
"Anything that'll keep us together," Buffy said.
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