So this is part of a larger fic I am attempting. I really didn't mean to write a Spuffy thing but there you go! I thought I would post it as I would genuinely like feedback, I am sure it's pretty lame but it's my second attempt at a fic and the first time I have published one. This is set 18 years after Chosen. S8 and ATS S5 never happened. I suppose you could treat it as a "one shot" (am still not sure of the right terms).
Okay. Chips, dips, canapés, drinks... I scan the room making sure it’s all there. I am missing something I just know it. I glance at the clock, 5 hours. Plenty of time, I pour myself a glass of wine and sit at the table.
Chips, dips, canapés, drinks... CAKE! D’uh, how could I forget cake. I quell the urge to jump back up and instead sip my wine and allow myself a smile. This is so close to normal, a party for my daughters 16th. I mean obviously nothing about the situation is normal if you care to scratch the surface but right now I am happily gliding gentle across the surface, no scratching for Buffy.
When I watched Sunnydale get swallowed up I felt something like peace for the first time since I was 15 years old. Oh it lasted all of 15 minutes but still, it was pretty nice. Suddenly were there was once inevitability and fate and destiny there was instead chance and luck and possibility.
I’d never even heard of Shanshu then. Didn’t even think it was a possibility, what with the being dead already once (or twice or whatever) I knew there were worse things. I knew that Spike dying the way he did would go to wherever I was, the place they pulled me out of. Only of course I didn’t know anything, because Spike wasn’t dead or heavenly.
It was a couple of days later, we had found an old gas station to stay the night whilst we decided what to do. The practically of things like all your money and clothes falling into hell were catching up with us at this point. Dawn got the call and at first I was sure I had misheard her.
“Who is calling?!”
“Clem, you know, with the skin and the snakes... Clem”
“Clem the demon is calling my little sister?”
“Buffy..”
“No I think it’s great, are you handing out cards or just writing the number on Willies restroom wall?”
“Buffy he was really sweet that night with Willow and it’s...”
“It’s what? Love?.... Wait please tell me it isn’t..”
“Ew Buffy no, listen please he sounds serious and he wants you”
He had found Spike just outside Sunny-hole-in-the-ground city limits, naked, unconscious and sweating in the hot California sun.
I take another sip of wine and bask in the memory. I have a lot of happy memories but most of them involve me covered in entrails or blood having averted another apocalypse. This memory wasn’t a victory, it was a gift. I didn’t have to fight for Spike, they gave him back to me. He did all the fighting himself.
“Buffy have you seen my sodding tie?!”
I roll my eyes, ok maybe “gift” is an overstatement.
Okay. Chips, dips, canapés, drinks... I scan the room making sure it’s all there. I am missing something I just know it. I glance at the clock, 5 hours. Plenty of time, I pour myself a glass of wine and sit at the table.
Chips, dips, canapés, drinks... CAKE! D’uh, how could I forget cake. I quell the urge to jump back up and instead sip my wine and allow myself a smile. This is so close to normal, a party for my daughters 16th. I mean obviously nothing about the situation is normal if you care to scratch the surface but right now I am happily gliding gentle across the surface, no scratching for Buffy.
When I watched Sunnydale get swallowed up I felt something like peace for the first time since I was 15 years old. Oh it lasted all of 15 minutes but still, it was pretty nice. Suddenly were there was once inevitability and fate and destiny there was instead chance and luck and possibility.
I’d never even heard of Shanshu then. Didn’t even think it was a possibility, what with the being dead already once (or twice or whatever) I knew there were worse things. I knew that Spike dying the way he did would go to wherever I was, the place they pulled me out of. Only of course I didn’t know anything, because Spike wasn’t dead or heavenly.
It was a couple of days later, we had found an old gas station to stay the night whilst we decided what to do. The practically of things like all your money and clothes falling into hell were catching up with us at this point. Dawn got the call and at first I was sure I had misheard her.
“Who is calling?!”
“Clem, you know, with the skin and the snakes... Clem”
“Clem the demon is calling my little sister?”
“Buffy..”
“No I think it’s great, are you handing out cards or just writing the number on Willies restroom wall?”
“Buffy he was really sweet that night with Willow and it’s...”
“It’s what? Love?.... Wait please tell me it isn’t..”
“Ew Buffy no, listen please he sounds serious and he wants you”
He had found Spike just outside Sunny-hole-in-the-ground city limits, naked, unconscious and sweating in the hot California sun.
I take another sip of wine and bask in the memory. I have a lot of happy memories but most of them involve me covered in entrails or blood having averted another apocalypse. This memory wasn’t a victory, it was a gift. I didn’t have to fight for Spike, they gave him back to me. He did all the fighting himself.
“Buffy have you seen my sodding tie?!”
I roll my eyes, ok maybe “gift” is an overstatement.
