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Author's note: This is right after Spike tries to comfort Buffy on her porch. There are probably a lot of stories out there like this, which is why I need FEEDBACK... so I know if mine was better in some way... or worse *grumbles*
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A gust of wind blew. It barely howled, and barely made the leaves rustle... so it was rather quiet just then. Buffy hadn't moved or said a word since Spike had sat down next to her.
Which was odd.
She ought to have kicked his ass in five different ways by now - yelling something about him not ever laying his evil, disgusting hands on her again - even if it was only meant to comfort her.
What a night, Spike thought. He was trying to comfort the slayer... and she wasn't trying to stick something through his heart for it. God, what was the world coming to?
And end, that's what.
There's no way Spike - the big bad, the big nasty, the supreme evil of all evil - would be feeling anything other than deep seated hatred for this bitch unless the world was nearing it's end. It was a sign of the apocalypse, it was. Personally, Spike didn't mind the thought so much. This world was really starting to get on his nerves in a bad way.
He took a deep breath, then swallowed. Well, this was awkward.
"... Um, Buffy?" He started. "You know I'm still here, right?" Buffy glanced over at Spike without moving her head, and then turned away from him completely.
"I know." She said laconically. Spike bit his lip and shifted his eyes around the yard. Nope. Couldn't get more uncomfortable than this.
Except, after a few more seconds of silence... he realized he was wrong. Spike took another deep breath and rolled his eyes.
"Look, slayer--"
"Buffy." Spike creased his forehead.
"What?" For a moment, Buffy said nothing... but then she turned completely to Spike and looked him in the eyes.
"Buffy." She said. "My name is Buffy. Things don't happen to the slayer. The slayer can get through anything... but Buffy can't. Buffy is just human." Her eyes began to fill with tears again. Spike had no clue what was going on, or what he should say. He creased his forehead.
"You're talking about yourself in the third person, love." Buffy shook her head and looked away. Spike silently cursed himself. He could have thought of something better than that. God... what a git.
"Why would you understand?" Buffy asked, staring at her feet. "You're a vampire." Spike sat up straight.
"I'm a vampire," he said. "But right now I'm the only person here with you."
"You're not a person."
Even though it was true... coming from Buffy - it hurt.
"Let's pretend I am." He said monotonously. Buffy looked over at him. She let out a short unamused laugh.
"I've seen a lot of things, Spike..." She began to stand up, "But I still couldn't pretend that you were anything but a monster." She was about to walk away, but Spike grabbed her abruptly by the wrist.
"Listen to you, Miss self riteous. I'm trying to help you." Buffy looked down at Spike's hand holding on to her wrist.
"Just because I let you get away with touching me once tonight," she started seriously. "Doesn't mean I'm going to let you do it again." Spike could tell by the look in Buffy's eyes that she was serious. He let her go.
"Fine," he said. "But you know I'm the only one you could talk to who you wouldn't have to worry about making him feel bad over whatever it is that's bothering you." Buffy stopped and then looked down at Spike. "Tell me what's wrong." Buffy looked around... then slowly kneeled next to Spike.
"My mom's sick." She said, staring down. She laughed ironically. "It sounds so... casual, doesn't it? Sick."
"I'm sorry to hear it." Spike said sincerely. He liked Joyce. She reminded him of his own mum. "She's a nice lady."
"But she's more than that," Buffy said, looking up... and tears were streaming down her face. "She's my mom."
She shook her head, then stood up. "Why am I even talking to you about it? You're probably enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Buffy, I--"
"Get out of here, Spike." She said, then turned and walked back in to the house. Spike sat where he was for a moment. Why did he think he would be able to comfort her? She hated him. She'd proven that many times, hadn't she? Earlier that night being the most recent. Her words rang in his head.
You're beneath me
Spike clenched his jaw, then stood up and stalked out of Buffy's backyard.
He shoud have killed her when he had the chance...
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I didn't make it all warm and fuzzy. Honestly, I think this is what really would have happened. A lot of people like to imagine that Spike and Buffy had bonded on the porch, but you can tell by the next episode that it just wasn't true. I tried to stay true to the characters. I hope you liked it.
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