Title: The Way "End of Days" Should Have Been
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
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A/N: We're spoiler free and on WB time. So on Feedback, try to hold back on saying what happened on Chosen. Okay?
Summary: Who else was mad at the Angel/Buffy scene where Spike saw it? Didn't it just break your heart!? *Uncontrollable crying* W're better now. Well, this is what we REALLY REALLY REALLY wish would have happened. This is about two minutes before it ended.
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Caleb raised the blade high above his head. "Hey!" yelled a familiar voice just before a fist cracked the reverend's jaw. "I never was one for preachers."
"Angel?" Buffy asked confused as he helped her up. "What. . ." Her sentence was interrupted by Caleb's getting up and complaining. Angel was about to go up to him when the Slayer held him back.
"Oh, one of those things you have to do on your own?" She nodded and the vampire moved over to the entrance. "You are so gonna lose," he stated to Caleb before Buffy began to go after him again. She picked up the scythe and tried to slice the reverend with it. He managed to get the weapon away from her while kicking her into the wall. She managed to dodge out of the way before the pointy end of the scythe hit the wall. "God I miss watching this," muttered Angel.
Buffy got her weapon back and swung it into Caleb's stomach. He laughed before falling to the ground. She turned around and grinned. "See under control." He began to walk towards her. "Now don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?"
"Well at least you can tell me your glad to see me," Angel said smiling before he leaned down to kiss her.
***
Spike had followed the preacher to the tomb. When he saw Buffy fighting Caleb, he stayed back into the shadows and watched. God he loved watching this. At one point he saw Caleb raise the scythe above his head. Spike was about to tackle him, but a figure yelled and punched out his jaw. Angel stood there smirking like he really belonged. "Bloody poof," he muttered and stood behind a pillar watching. When the Slayer sliced Caleb in the stomach, Spike was about ready to go out and properly great Peaches, when the master vampire kissed her. He stood there in shock and looked down at the ground.
"That bitch," muttered someone behind him. He turned to see the First as Buffy. "Poor Spikey. How could she do that to you? Should we kill her? Make her pay for hurting you? I'm even sure with that soul you'd be up for a little bit of tour. . ."
"What the hell are you doing?!?" yelled the real Buffy.
Spike snapped out of his trance and smirked. The First seethed.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me," explained Angel.
She stood there. "Well yes. But. . . not in the kissing way. I'm happy in what I'm. . . trying to make into a relationship with someone. And. . . this isn't helping."
That made Spike smile all the more. The First scowled. "Fine. If this isn't working, I'll send a pet over." It vanished, leaving him confused, until he saw a motion by Buffy's right side. A Turok-Han.
Angel stayed shocked. "And who would this someone be?"
Before she could answer, a wave platinum blonde and leather flew past her vision. There was Spike wrestling with an uber-vamp. He was thrown off and landed by Buffy's feet. "Can I borrow that, luv?" he asked taking the scythe. Spike rolled back and cut off the vamps head before it could attacked again. He stood up tossing it back to the Slayer. "Thanks, pet." Buffy shrugged in response.
Angel stood flabbergasted. Spike tackled a super-vampire to saved Buffy, asked her to borrow a scythe that's important,(which she let him have willingly) killed it, and handed the weapon back to her. This would take serious brooding later.
Although at the moment he managed to keep his cool. "What are you doing here Spike?".
"Nice to see you too. Peaches," saying that last part with emphasis.
Buffy directed a comment at both vampires. "Will the both of you just hold it together long enough to explain everything? Equaling testosterone and everything?" Her ex nodded while Spike smirked. "Fine, Spike, I thought you said you were going to the vineyard."
"To follow the preacher. I did and he lead me here."
Buffy gaped her mouth open. "And how long have you been here?" she asked now chewing on her bottom lip.
Before he could answer, Angel butted in. "You're helping her now?" Then he turned to Buffy. "And you believe him?"
"Look, Angel. . ." she began but he held up his hand. He seemed to be. . . smelling her?
Without warning the vampire shoved Spike into a wall. "Watch it Peaches!"
"What have you been doing with her?" he demanded.
"Nothing she didn't want," he shot back shoving his grandsire off. Buffy flung Angel away from him and stood in between them.
"What did I say about testosterone?" she pointed out, crossing her arms protectively in front of her chest.
That's when it hit Angel. "That someone. . ."
"Yeah," she finished off for him. Silently hoping that it wouldn't go on any further.
"But he's an evil soulless. . ."
"Not quite," she muttered. At his confused look, she added. "He has a soul now."
Angel stood in complete shock. Yep. Brooding was a definite yes for later. "How long?"
"Around last May," Spike answered. Buffy didn't dare look at either of their faces. If she looked at Angel she'd feel depressed and guilty that she didn't feel guilty. If she looked at Spike she was afraid he'd be smirking/sneering/grinning and she might have slapped that right off of his face.
"As much as I'd like to finish this conversation, well, not really, but this place is giving me the wiggin's." Buffy began to walk up the stairs, and hoped that they would follow without to much pain.
***
Buffy sighed. She needed to talk to both vampires. Preferably, alone. She was honestly surprised that they managed to get home without any problems. Spike was downstairs while Angel was up visiting with Faith and Dawn. 'Maybe Angel would be easier,' she thought. She began to head upstairs and heard laughter. "A puppy!" exclaimed Dawn. "I'm never gonna let this down!"
Buffy got to the door and listened. "It was a dog, not a puppy," justified Angel.
"Uh-huh, right. Mandy," Faith said. "In the seventies, he had the crappiest hair possible, kind of John Travolta like, and he loved Barry Manilow." Dawn howled in laughter again and Buffy walked in looking the same as her sister.
If Angel could blush, he'd do so right then. He glared at Faith, and she only lifted her shoulder and shrugged. "Hey, I'm injured. Gotta get my laughs somewhere." She turned the other Slayer. "So, B, I'll gather you came up here for something."
She whipped the tears from her eyes. "Actually, I came up looking to see if I could talk to Angel. Alone."
"Go ahead." He got up to leave. "I'll just tell her about Whitechapel." His eyes widened. "Oh, you didn't think that I saw that did ya." Buffy pulled Angel out before anything else could happen.
***
"Where to start," said Buffy sitting down on Willow's bed.
"How about from when I saw you last," he offered pulling up a chair.
"Oh, boy. Fun." She told him the tragic tale of that past year and was afraid that he was going to get up and rip Spike apart right then. "But it wasn't all his fault."
"How could it not be his fault?"
"Well, it is a little bit, but I'm just as equally to blame. He just did what I asked, without complaining. Okay, well, maybe there was a little bit of complaining, but I'd call that actually. . ." she saw his face. "Moving on. But, yeah. It scared me for a little bit. I couldn't even go into the bathroom without feeling nauseous or depressed." She grinned. "And the real kicker is, that during that summer he was gone. I missed him. A lot." Buffy looked down at her hands. "Then three to four months later, I find him in the school basement. Insane. And with really bad hair. And that scared me too. About a week later, he came to my house, seemingly sane and tried to help. It kinda failed, but that's when he told me about the soul."
"How did he end up staying here?"
"Well, he was killing people again and not remembering so to try and figure out what the Big Bad was, we figured we'd let him stay."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Do you love him?"
"I don't know." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Seriously I don't. Part of the thing is, I'm afraid that if I tell everyone, they'll freak out and kick me out again. Willow, Dawn, Faith, Anya, and Andrew, more than likely won't care. I could care less at what the potentials think. Xander I think would freak out for a minute, then agree with it. Robin will say no immediately, as if I care though. But the hardest one would be Giles. He's always been my father figure and if he doesn't approve, which he won't, I don't know if I could do it."
Angel knelt in front of her. "What do you want to do?"
"Go talk to Spike."
He kissed her on the forehead. "I'll try to stand beside you no matter what you're choice." With that he left the room to try and save his dignity from Faith.
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TBC..
A/N: This won't be updated for a few days because of end of year terms and all that stuff.
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: DUH!
A/N: We're spoiler free and on WB time. So on Feedback, try to hold back on saying what happened on Chosen. Okay?
Summary: Who else was mad at the Angel/Buffy scene where Spike saw it? Didn't it just break your heart!? *Uncontrollable crying* W're better now. Well, this is what we REALLY REALLY REALLY wish would have happened. This is about two minutes before it ended.
***
Caleb raised the blade high above his head. "Hey!" yelled a familiar voice just before a fist cracked the reverend's jaw. "I never was one for preachers."
"Angel?" Buffy asked confused as he helped her up. "What. . ." Her sentence was interrupted by Caleb's getting up and complaining. Angel was about to go up to him when the Slayer held him back.
"Oh, one of those things you have to do on your own?" She nodded and the vampire moved over to the entrance. "You are so gonna lose," he stated to Caleb before Buffy began to go after him again. She picked up the scythe and tried to slice the reverend with it. He managed to get the weapon away from her while kicking her into the wall. She managed to dodge out of the way before the pointy end of the scythe hit the wall. "God I miss watching this," muttered Angel.
Buffy got her weapon back and swung it into Caleb's stomach. He laughed before falling to the ground. She turned around and grinned. "See under control." He began to walk towards her. "Now don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?"
"Well at least you can tell me your glad to see me," Angel said smiling before he leaned down to kiss her.
***
Spike had followed the preacher to the tomb. When he saw Buffy fighting Caleb, he stayed back into the shadows and watched. God he loved watching this. At one point he saw Caleb raise the scythe above his head. Spike was about to tackle him, but a figure yelled and punched out his jaw. Angel stood there smirking like he really belonged. "Bloody poof," he muttered and stood behind a pillar watching. When the Slayer sliced Caleb in the stomach, Spike was about ready to go out and properly great Peaches, when the master vampire kissed her. He stood there in shock and looked down at the ground.
"That bitch," muttered someone behind him. He turned to see the First as Buffy. "Poor Spikey. How could she do that to you? Should we kill her? Make her pay for hurting you? I'm even sure with that soul you'd be up for a little bit of tour. . ."
"What the hell are you doing?!?" yelled the real Buffy.
Spike snapped out of his trance and smirked. The First seethed.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me," explained Angel.
She stood there. "Well yes. But. . . not in the kissing way. I'm happy in what I'm. . . trying to make into a relationship with someone. And. . . this isn't helping."
That made Spike smile all the more. The First scowled. "Fine. If this isn't working, I'll send a pet over." It vanished, leaving him confused, until he saw a motion by Buffy's right side. A Turok-Han.
Angel stayed shocked. "And who would this someone be?"
Before she could answer, a wave platinum blonde and leather flew past her vision. There was Spike wrestling with an uber-vamp. He was thrown off and landed by Buffy's feet. "Can I borrow that, luv?" he asked taking the scythe. Spike rolled back and cut off the vamps head before it could attacked again. He stood up tossing it back to the Slayer. "Thanks, pet." Buffy shrugged in response.
Angel stood flabbergasted. Spike tackled a super-vampire to saved Buffy, asked her to borrow a scythe that's important,(which she let him have willingly) killed it, and handed the weapon back to her. This would take serious brooding later.
Although at the moment he managed to keep his cool. "What are you doing here Spike?".
"Nice to see you too. Peaches," saying that last part with emphasis.
Buffy directed a comment at both vampires. "Will the both of you just hold it together long enough to explain everything? Equaling testosterone and everything?" Her ex nodded while Spike smirked. "Fine, Spike, I thought you said you were going to the vineyard."
"To follow the preacher. I did and he lead me here."
Buffy gaped her mouth open. "And how long have you been here?" she asked now chewing on her bottom lip.
Before he could answer, Angel butted in. "You're helping her now?" Then he turned to Buffy. "And you believe him?"
"Look, Angel. . ." she began but he held up his hand. He seemed to be. . . smelling her?
Without warning the vampire shoved Spike into a wall. "Watch it Peaches!"
"What have you been doing with her?" he demanded.
"Nothing she didn't want," he shot back shoving his grandsire off. Buffy flung Angel away from him and stood in between them.
"What did I say about testosterone?" she pointed out, crossing her arms protectively in front of her chest.
That's when it hit Angel. "That someone. . ."
"Yeah," she finished off for him. Silently hoping that it wouldn't go on any further.
"But he's an evil soulless. . ."
"Not quite," she muttered. At his confused look, she added. "He has a soul now."
Angel stood in complete shock. Yep. Brooding was a definite yes for later. "How long?"
"Around last May," Spike answered. Buffy didn't dare look at either of their faces. If she looked at Angel she'd feel depressed and guilty that she didn't feel guilty. If she looked at Spike she was afraid he'd be smirking/sneering/grinning and she might have slapped that right off of his face.
"As much as I'd like to finish this conversation, well, not really, but this place is giving me the wiggin's." Buffy began to walk up the stairs, and hoped that they would follow without to much pain.
***
Buffy sighed. She needed to talk to both vampires. Preferably, alone. She was honestly surprised that they managed to get home without any problems. Spike was downstairs while Angel was up visiting with Faith and Dawn. 'Maybe Angel would be easier,' she thought. She began to head upstairs and heard laughter. "A puppy!" exclaimed Dawn. "I'm never gonna let this down!"
Buffy got to the door and listened. "It was a dog, not a puppy," justified Angel.
"Uh-huh, right. Mandy," Faith said. "In the seventies, he had the crappiest hair possible, kind of John Travolta like, and he loved Barry Manilow." Dawn howled in laughter again and Buffy walked in looking the same as her sister.
If Angel could blush, he'd do so right then. He glared at Faith, and she only lifted her shoulder and shrugged. "Hey, I'm injured. Gotta get my laughs somewhere." She turned the other Slayer. "So, B, I'll gather you came up here for something."
She whipped the tears from her eyes. "Actually, I came up looking to see if I could talk to Angel. Alone."
"Go ahead." He got up to leave. "I'll just tell her about Whitechapel." His eyes widened. "Oh, you didn't think that I saw that did ya." Buffy pulled Angel out before anything else could happen.
***
"Where to start," said Buffy sitting down on Willow's bed.
"How about from when I saw you last," he offered pulling up a chair.
"Oh, boy. Fun." She told him the tragic tale of that past year and was afraid that he was going to get up and rip Spike apart right then. "But it wasn't all his fault."
"How could it not be his fault?"
"Well, it is a little bit, but I'm just as equally to blame. He just did what I asked, without complaining. Okay, well, maybe there was a little bit of complaining, but I'd call that actually. . ." she saw his face. "Moving on. But, yeah. It scared me for a little bit. I couldn't even go into the bathroom without feeling nauseous or depressed." She grinned. "And the real kicker is, that during that summer he was gone. I missed him. A lot." Buffy looked down at her hands. "Then three to four months later, I find him in the school basement. Insane. And with really bad hair. And that scared me too. About a week later, he came to my house, seemingly sane and tried to help. It kinda failed, but that's when he told me about the soul."
"How did he end up staying here?"
"Well, he was killing people again and not remembering so to try and figure out what the Big Bad was, we figured we'd let him stay."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Do you love him?"
"I don't know." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Seriously I don't. Part of the thing is, I'm afraid that if I tell everyone, they'll freak out and kick me out again. Willow, Dawn, Faith, Anya, and Andrew, more than likely won't care. I could care less at what the potentials think. Xander I think would freak out for a minute, then agree with it. Robin will say no immediately, as if I care though. But the hardest one would be Giles. He's always been my father figure and if he doesn't approve, which he won't, I don't know if I could do it."
Angel knelt in front of her. "What do you want to do?"
"Go talk to Spike."
He kissed her on the forehead. "I'll try to stand beside you no matter what you're choice." With that he left the room to try and save his dignity from Faith.
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TBC..
A/N: This won't be updated for a few days because of end of year terms and all that stuff.