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The fic that ate my brain...
Aaaaaaaaargh!!!!! LJ just ate my whole post! *tears hair out* And WTF happened to the autodraft??? *stabs*
To re-create... (grrrr)
First of all a Happy Birthday to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
samson28! Hope you have a brilliant day dear! (You're welcome to claim the fic as Birthday fic if you like, but I wasn't sure if you liked the pairing.)
In other good news, this morning I got a Christmas card from the lovelyasta77 who (along with half my flist and Joss himself) is trying to get me interested in BSG. Give it time...
And finally, thanks to my obsessive nature and my even-more-brilliant-than-usual betakathyh, here is the first part of my shiny new S/B/A fic. There'll only be 2 or 3 more chapters, to be written as soon as I find some more time. It started out in LaLa Land, but then slowly segued into something resembling a plausible NFA scenario. I really hope you like - it starts off a little slow, I know, but I promise that it picks up!
Title: Because Cavemen Have Fire
Setting: Post-NFA, incorporating the very first S8 ret-con, so no Immortal. (No castle or anything silly like that either.)
Rating: PG-13 (might go up later, but not by much).
Pairings: S/B/A eventually. As for where it begins - well you'll have to read it!
Feedback: Pleeeease? This is kinda a new avenue, and I'm a bit nervous...
Disclaimer: I am not Joss and do not own these characters! [/obvious]
Thank you's: Touglybusiness for the gorgeous banner! *smooches*
ETA: Final word count 30000 words.
ETA2: I am oh so very pleased that Joss agrees that this threesome thing is a good idea! :)
ETA3: There is now a pre-prequel: Something Old, Something New and a prequel: Phoenix. These can be read before or after the main fic.
Because Cavemen Have Fire
They were always there. She could feel them, sense them, one on each side - like body guards, or loyal servants from times past. Her black shadows. She knew what people said about her, the way the other slayers talked. How her life was a dance with the bizarre and how she was more like a demon than a slayer. How the night was a part of her, how the hunt and the kill and the blood ran deeper in her than the others. And how she shared her life and her bed with two vampires...
But they didn’t understand. And she didn’t care. She’d lived and died and saved the world enough times to do whatever the hell she wanted.
*****
It had all begun back when - thanks to Andrew and Giles - she’d had one of the worst days of her life. And that was saying something. There had been yet another Slayer meeting, this time regarding something big in LA. They had no details, but knew that Angel and his team had been involved and were now missing. And then Andrew had burst into tears and told her about Spike. Being told in the same breath that her lover had come back from the dead, but was now probably dead again, was something she could have done without.
After that she threw herself into her work more thoroughly than ever, trying to nab the most dangerous missions if possible. Dawn noticed and told her to take it a little easy - that she didn’t have anything to prove. Buffy had shaken her head, knowing that it was impossible to explain what she was feeling. She promised her sister to be as careful as possible, but she knew that the physical side of things was the easy part. It was the other stuff that was hard...
She tried her best to work out what to do with her life. Since she actually had one - well of sorts. But she was getting very tired of being ‘Buffy the Super Slayer’, of always setting a good example, whether it was wearing fugly kevlar outfits or invariably doing her duty. Not that she didn’t want to fight - she loved fighting - but the whole team thing just wasn’t really her. Maybe she should swap with Rome!Buffy and just par-tay for a while? That Immortal guy sounded like a dream date. But... Rome!Buffy probably wouldn’t want to swap, and Giles would tell her that she was taking unnecessary risks. She could retire of course, but where was the fun in that? Studying might be nice, but... She always came back to that ‘but’. Everyone kept expecting her to ‘move on’, although they didn’t say so. To find someone new, someone who wasn’t a vampire. But there were limits to how many times you could give your heart away, and Buffy had a sinking feeling that twice was the number for her. Why had Angel decided that working for a law firm of pure evil was a good idea? Why had Spike never called? Why were they gone - again - now when she was beginning to realise that maybe there would never be anyone else that she’d want to eat cookie her?
Months went by and Buffy still felt like her life had stalled. One cold November day she was back in America on a rare solo mission, retrieving Magical Artefact #3276 that was guarded by a group of seriously gross fire-demons. The fire demons had been a bit of a surprise - Giles had thought that there’d only be a mystical defence, and had armed her with a counter incantation that Willow had come up with a few months earlier (which in the end she did need, but still... There would be words with Giles!). The thrill of fighting a battle where she was outnumbered and had no backup was wonderfully refreshing and she was buzzing with Slayer energy as she danced her dance of death.
It was now early in the morning, the sun just peering over the horizon, and she was tired, but victorious. ‘Borrowing’ a fire extinguisher from a gas station had been a great idea!
As she was wondering which way to go, her cell rang. She picked it up, smiling as she saw Willow’s name.
“Hi Will... how are you?”
“I’m fine. So did you get the magical thingy? Did my incantation work?” Buffy smiled wryly. Something was definitely up.
“Yes and yes. Easy as pie and the incantation worked like... a charm. As you knew it would, so please explain the real reason for this phone call!”
“OK, you got me. But Buffy...” There was palpable excitement in Willow’s voice now, and Buffy could vividly imagine her friend’s big grin.
“Well as you know some of us have been trying to work out what went down in LA and if there were any survivors, and as a sort of last resort I did this locator spell searching for souled vampires - I mean I wasn’t sure if it’d work, but I though it couldn’t hurt to try - OK, so I might set a carpet on fire again, but apart from that...”
“And you’re calling me because...” Buffy prompted. Willow really had a talent for rambly sentences.
“One of them survived! There’s a very definite dot on the map! Well it’s not actually very well defined - more of a fuzzy blob really... Wait, let me try to get a more specific location. I think I have a more detailed map somewhere...”
As Willow breathlessly reeled off the information, Buffy’s heart suddenly beat faster.
“Willow! That’s really, really close to here. Look...” She stopped, trying to gather her thoughts. “Does anyone else know?”
“Only you and Giles.” Willow answered.
“Good. Can you... can you keep it a secret? I’m going to go find him myself, find out what happened. I really don’t need the junior crowd or the tweed brigade marching in. Just get Giles to put some more money on my debit card so I can get him back to England, OK?”
“Will do Buffy.” Willow replied. “And good luck.”
“Thanks,” she answered before switching off the phone. She took a deep breath. One of them was alive. But which one?
*****
By midday she was finally on the street Willow had marked out on the map she’d sent earlier. Presuming that it wasn’t a fluke or something - Willow was good, but not exactly infallible. And it seemed almost too convenient that she happened to be nearby. It might just be a trap...
As she walked along the sidewalk, she looked out for motels and hostels - transient places where nobody cared who you were. But her keen eyes also noticed a boarded up building, the wooden planks still yellow and bright so it had obviously not been empty long. Sneaking around the back, she found that the back door was unlocked and carefully opened it. But when trying to enter she bounced off thin air, and grinned as she realised that she was up against yet another mystical barrier. After a fruitless search of her bag, she remembered that she’d stuck the incantation in her pocket earlier on. Moments later she was reading it out in a whisper, and just like before a part of the barrier started shimmering and moving - like a silk scarf caught in the wind - allowing her to pass through. As it closed up behind her she prayed that it wasn’t a trap, since the incantation took a good half-minute to work and getting out might be a problem.
Making her way around the ground floor, she noticed that there were still a few pieces of furniture left - an ideal place for squatting. If she was a vampire on the run, this was definitely where she’d stay... the aboveground factor would throw would-be hunters off. Although better be as quiet as possible though, just in case. For once she was glad of her boring super-practical stealth shoes, as her gorgeous new leather boots would have been useless for sneaking around in. Thankfully the rest of her outfit was pretty, although she regretted wearing her fake-fur trimmed coat. The fire demons had singed it rather badly on one side.
She tiptoed her way upstairs, and silently looked in a couple of empty bedrooms, before she finally hit the jackpot. The third bedroom contained a bed, and the bed had an occupant. As she pushed open the door a little more and took another soundless step inside, she suddenly stopped, frozen on the spot. She’d been right... and yet wrong. The bed did not have one, but two occupants! And not just that, but...
She moved closer still, heart in her mouth, unable to tear her eyes from the vampires on the bed. They were spooned up together, Spike against Angel, with Angel’s arm draped around Spike. A blanket covered everything from their middles and down, but it was obvious that they were as naked underneath it as above. She could now see their clothes - Angel’s neatly folded in a corner, Spike’s in a crumpled heap - and their coats thrown over an old holdall. But her eyes strayed right back to the bed. She’d tried so very hard not to think about which vampire might be alive, and had somehow imagined that when she found him - whichever one he might be - he’d be exactly like she’d remembered. Angel would be brooding, Spike loving and/or sarcastic... but this? She was now standing by the bed, and she could still not believe what she was seeing. They looked so... sweet; tender almost, snuggled up like any pair of lovers. Because surely that’s what they were, right? No one slept like that if they didn’t have sex...
She took a deep slow breath. OK Buffy, you can do this. She’d been through this before, and it wasn’t like she’d actually seen anything - not like that time with Spike and Anya in The Magic Box... Remembering that night she suddenly discovered new sympathy for Xander. “I can’t know this!” he’d said and walked away, and she certainly understood the impulse.
But then maybe it was a vampire thing? Or there could be a perfectly logical explanation... Spike always had a thing for sleeping naked...
No, she wasn’t going to leave, now she’d finally found them. Maybe if she tried to focus on one of them at a time?
Leaning in closer she studied Spike’s face. Blond hair slightly messed up, the way she had often ruffled it herself. Sharp cheekbones - sharper than she remembered - and a look of exhaustion that even sleep could not hide. God, what had happened to them? There were faint traces of almost-faded bruises, as well as a shallow cut on his forehead. The scar on his eyebrow was flush against the pillow and almost obscured.
He was really alive! The enormity of that made her almost shake. She’d had a year of believing that he was dead, and then another half year of thinking that he was dead again. So much mourning, and yet here he was - as real as ever. Slowly she reached out to touch his face...
In a flash his hand struck out, grabbing her wrist. Then his eyes snapped open, and instantly he let go of her as though she’d burned him, before scrambling to a sitting position; blue, blue eyes staring at her in utter shock and bewilderment. His movement unsettled Angel, who blinked against the hazy grey of the room and mumbled at Spike to stop turning. Then he saw her too and froze.
...
Muffled sounds filtered in from outside... children playing, a car driving by, road works in the distance. But in the bedroom everything was eerily silent for long, long seconds as Buffy stared at her two vampires and they stared at her.
Finally Spike reached out, awe and wonder on his face, and carefully touched her cheek. “Buffy...” he whispered. “Is it really you?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” she replied, but to her puzzlement he pulled back and sent Angel a cautious look. “Sorry pet, but we’ve had a lot of... things following us. There was something we thought was Dru... She was...” He stopped and swallowed, the memory obviously still painful. “We’re fairly sure it wasn’t her, but....”
Buffy nodded, her mind racing. She needed to prove that she was herself. Just like... when she’d been wearing Faith’s body!
“Oh! I know! Ask me something only I - we - know!”
Spike nodded, and then - just as Angel was opening his mouth - he asked, a host of conflicting feelings suddenly crowding his eyes:
“What was the last thing you said to me in the Hellmouth?”
And suddenly all the feelings she’d been suppressing for months, and that had been stirring and almost overwhelming her these last few hours, came rushing to the surface.
“I love you,” she said, and then she started to cry as she grabbed hold of him. “I love you and you died and came back and you never called - you bastard - and I thought I’d lost you again!”
All she could do was cling onto him - he was trying to calm her down she could tell, stroking her hair and muttering something about being sorry, but it wasn’t enough. Before she knew what she was doing she was kissing him, deeply and hungrily, because she couldn’t not do so...
And his kiss was fire and life and passion and how had she ever lived without him?
When she pulled back, she realised that Angel was watching them. His face was a stony mask, but he wasn’t fooling her - or Spike. Looking from her to Angel, Spike did a little shrug and sighed.
“Go on - kiss him too. We all know you want to! And I need my pants.”
Buffy was rather thrown by this utter lack of Jealous Vampire Crap, but since today was turning out weirder than anything she could have dreamed up she climbed from Spike’s lap and into Angel’s. As Spike slipped out of bed and sauntered over to his clothes pile, Buffy couldn’t help but notice that he was still as utterly gorgeous as she remembered. When she guiltily turned back to Angel she realised that she’d not been the only one to check out Spike’s ass. No doubt about it... something was going on! How - or if - she was going to broach that subject she wasn’t sure yet, because honestly what could she say? “So, does running an evil law firm make you gay?”
“Hey there...” she said, slightly unsure, as she focussed on Angel’s guarded dark eyes. Things had not been good between them since she’d found out about W&H. Actually things just hadn’t been at all. She hoped that she would now finally find out why on earth he’d taken such a path, since with eighteen hundred Slayers to guide she’d had no choice in severing their connection. Spike’s ass would be a far easier subject than what Angel had been doing working for The Big Evil Law firm. Anyway, time to look at the positives:
“So you’re not running an evil law firm anymore and you’re not dust. Both of those are very much of the good.”
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak she moved in and kissed him. Words always made things more complicated and she wanted a moment of ‘not-complicated’ first. She had a horrible feeling that there might not be any more kisses once he told her what had happened in LA...
His kiss was just like she remembered, full of hopes and longing and passion, the seemingly endless miracle of first love.
When they parted she smiled, trying to preserve the moment, but Angel was obviously not going to let anything slide. He looked at her and asked, “So you love him?”
It was like no time at all had passed since that night when he gave her the amulet - Angel even had the same sort-of petulant expression on his face. But this time... she didn’t have to be avoid-y.
“Seems I’m not the only one!” she shot back archly, and that shut him up very effectively - his face suggesting that if a Hellmouth had opened up beside the bed he’d happily have jumped in to get away from her. But he didn’t deny her accusation...
There came a sound like a suppressed chuckle from Spike, but when Buffy turned to look he acted all casual. He had now put on his pants and was looking through the duster for his fags, apparently not going to bother with a shirt. Not a problem as far as she was concerned, what with the distinct lack of hunky men in her life of late.
Smoking paraphernalia retrieved, he picked up Angel’s trousers before walking over to the bed again, dumping the trousers in Angel’s lap. Then with the languid, casual grace of a sleek feline he sat himself down on the bed, his shoulder almost touching Angel’s (before Angel scooted further away), and flicked open his zippo. The flame lit up his face for a few seconds, colour dancing across his features as he cupped his hands around the cigarette. It was eerily familiar and Buffy found herself spellbound by a sight she’d thought she’d never see again.
As Spike shut the lighter, she finally snapped out of it and moved backwards, settling herself into the middle of the bed, facing the two of them. Might as well take the bull by the horns she thought, since if her life had taught her anything it was that Secrets Were Bad!
“So...” she said, looking from one to the other. “Are all vampires bisexual, or is it just you two?”
Angel’s eyes went wide, and Spike almost choked on his cigarette. “Bloody hell Slayer!” he gasped in between coughs and she almost felt sorry for him. This was not the reunion she had dreamt about, and the same probably went for him. But then he’d been the one not to call, so she figured he could stew for a bit. Of course she was happy that they were both alive, but...
Angel had apparently taken a vow of silence, effective immediately, so Spike pulled himself together to answer her, still aiming for flip.
“Well vampires are generally a perverted bunch - it’s pretty much a case of ‘If it feels good, do it!’ Sex is sex.” He shrugged. “Although in our case I think it’s more of a family matter really.” He shot Angel a glance, but Angel was now silently focussed on pulling on his pants under the blanket and Spike took another drag of the cigarette, eyes downcast. The swagger that had effortlessly sustained him when evil was obviously not working all that well anymore.
Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. “Is this... is this why you never called? Because you two were an item?”
Angel made an odd sort of strangled noise and finally tried to find his voice again. “Look Buffy... it’s not - I mean we’re not - well we are, but it’s just...”
Spike turned his head and raised an eyebrow. “What are you? Ashamed of me?”
“Spike - no - yes - it’s just -”
Oh! There was one of the keys to the whole thing, she suddenly realised. They were obviously both embarrassed, but Spike still had his pride. And although he felt ashamed at what she might be thinking about him, he couldn’t help hating himself for feeling like that. Especially given their history. If Angel had uttered the word ‘convenient’ Spike would probably have knocked him unconscious.
Spike shook his head, and pointed at Angel with his free hand. “Look big guy, we’ve done a lot worse than this. And you had to come off that soddin’ pedestal sooner or later. Discovering that you think I’m just as irresistible as she does strikes me as a nice way to go!” He shrugged again. “Remember, she’s not an innocent 16 year old anymore! Hasn’t been for a long time!”
Buffy smiled a little at this - she had a feeling that she’d be falling off Angel’s pedestal fairly soon herself if Spike had his way. Maybe she should keep the discussion focussed on them. “Oh and... sorry, but I’m not sure I get it. I was under the impression that you hated each other!”
“Thin line between love and hate pet. You should know!” Spike shot back.
He had her there, she had to admit. But rather than continue, he suddenly went quiet and thoughtful, silently studying the ever diminishing fag end. The subdued daylight gave the room a feeling of endless dusk, like they were stuck in a bubble outside time.
Then Spike looked up, breaking the spell. “But - in answer to your first question, then no, this has nothing to do with me not calling. This -” he waved from himself to Angel “- the sleeping thing anyway - is kinda recent. Well, unless you go back a hundred years. As for why it started again...” He took a last drag of the cigarette, put it out on the headboard and threw it on the floor.
Buffy felt slightly faint all of a sudden. ‘Again’... he’d said. So it wasn’t a ‘new’ thing at all really. She’d never given much thought to what they’d been like back in their heyday, except for the killing thing of course, even though she knew they’d spent years together. And knowing that Angelus and William the Bloody had been... doing things... put a different spin on a lot of stuff. “Great job Buffy”, she thought to herself. “You have now grossed yourself out completely!”
She swallowed and tried her best to do some of that suppressing her mother had been so good at. And then Spike spoke again.
“Well Love, you try to stop - or maybe start - an apocalypse, get all your friends killed and end up hunted mercilessly by Evil Inc., and you begin to need some... comfort. And stop worrying about what you should or shouldn’t be doing. Life’s too short.”
She nodded slowly. Yeah, she got that. But of course it led to a bigger matter that could no longer be ignored.
“So... what happened? Why were you at Wolfram & Hart? What about this apocalypse? And did... did everyone else really die?”
They both looked down then, all the awkwardness about their sleeping arrangements brushed aside. Spike lit another cigarette and looked at Angel.
“Sorry mate, but this is your story.” He briefly took hold of Angel’s hand, and Angel closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. Then he looked Buffy straight in the eyes.
“I’m not a righteous man, Buffy. I never was. I just hope you won’t hate me for it.” Then he slowly started to talk.
This way to Chapter 2.
To re-create... (grrrr)
First of all a Happy Birthday to
samson28! Hope you have a brilliant day dear! (You're welcome to claim the fic as Birthday fic if you like, but I wasn't sure if you liked the pairing.)In other good news, this morning I got a Christmas card from the lovely
asta77 who (along with half my flist and Joss himself) is trying to get me interested in BSG. Give it time...And finally, thanks to my obsessive nature and my even-more-brilliant-than-usual beta
kathyh, here is the first part of my shiny new S/B/A fic. There'll only be 2 or 3 more chapters, to be written as soon as I find some more time. It started out in LaLa Land, but then slowly segued into something resembling a plausible NFA scenario. I really hope you like - it starts off a little slow, I know, but I promise that it picks up!Title: Because Cavemen Have Fire
Setting: Post-NFA, incorporating the very first S8 ret-con, so no Immortal. (No castle or anything silly like that either.)
Rating: PG-13 (might go up later, but not by much).
Pairings: S/B/A eventually. As for where it begins - well you'll have to read it!
Feedback: Pleeeease? This is kinda a new avenue, and I'm a bit nervous...
Disclaimer: I am not Joss and do not own these characters! [/obvious]
Thank you's: To
uglybusiness for the gorgeous banner! *smooches*ETA: Final word count 30000 words.
ETA2: I am oh so very pleased that Joss agrees that this threesome thing is a good idea! :)
ETA3: There is now a pre-prequel: Something Old, Something New and a prequel: Phoenix. These can be read before or after the main fic.
Because Cavemen Have Fire
They were always there. She could feel them, sense them, one on each side - like body guards, or loyal servants from times past. Her black shadows. She knew what people said about her, the way the other slayers talked. How her life was a dance with the bizarre and how she was more like a demon than a slayer. How the night was a part of her, how the hunt and the kill and the blood ran deeper in her than the others. And how she shared her life and her bed with two vampires...
But they didn’t understand. And she didn’t care. She’d lived and died and saved the world enough times to do whatever the hell she wanted.
It had all begun back when - thanks to Andrew and Giles - she’d had one of the worst days of her life. And that was saying something. There had been yet another Slayer meeting, this time regarding something big in LA. They had no details, but knew that Angel and his team had been involved and were now missing. And then Andrew had burst into tears and told her about Spike. Being told in the same breath that her lover had come back from the dead, but was now probably dead again, was something she could have done without.
After that she threw herself into her work more thoroughly than ever, trying to nab the most dangerous missions if possible. Dawn noticed and told her to take it a little easy - that she didn’t have anything to prove. Buffy had shaken her head, knowing that it was impossible to explain what she was feeling. She promised her sister to be as careful as possible, but she knew that the physical side of things was the easy part. It was the other stuff that was hard...
She tried her best to work out what to do with her life. Since she actually had one - well of sorts. But she was getting very tired of being ‘Buffy the Super Slayer’, of always setting a good example, whether it was wearing fugly kevlar outfits or invariably doing her duty. Not that she didn’t want to fight - she loved fighting - but the whole team thing just wasn’t really her. Maybe she should swap with Rome!Buffy and just par-tay for a while? That Immortal guy sounded like a dream date. But... Rome!Buffy probably wouldn’t want to swap, and Giles would tell her that she was taking unnecessary risks. She could retire of course, but where was the fun in that? Studying might be nice, but... She always came back to that ‘but’. Everyone kept expecting her to ‘move on’, although they didn’t say so. To find someone new, someone who wasn’t a vampire. But there were limits to how many times you could give your heart away, and Buffy had a sinking feeling that twice was the number for her. Why had Angel decided that working for a law firm of pure evil was a good idea? Why had Spike never called? Why were they gone - again - now when she was beginning to realise that maybe there would never be anyone else that she’d want to eat cookie her?
Months went by and Buffy still felt like her life had stalled. One cold November day she was back in America on a rare solo mission, retrieving Magical Artefact #3276 that was guarded by a group of seriously gross fire-demons. The fire demons had been a bit of a surprise - Giles had thought that there’d only be a mystical defence, and had armed her with a counter incantation that Willow had come up with a few months earlier (which in the end she did need, but still... There would be words with Giles!). The thrill of fighting a battle where she was outnumbered and had no backup was wonderfully refreshing and she was buzzing with Slayer energy as she danced her dance of death.
It was now early in the morning, the sun just peering over the horizon, and she was tired, but victorious. ‘Borrowing’ a fire extinguisher from a gas station had been a great idea!
As she was wondering which way to go, her cell rang. She picked it up, smiling as she saw Willow’s name.
“Hi Will... how are you?”
“I’m fine. So did you get the magical thingy? Did my incantation work?” Buffy smiled wryly. Something was definitely up.
“Yes and yes. Easy as pie and the incantation worked like... a charm. As you knew it would, so please explain the real reason for this phone call!”
“OK, you got me. But Buffy...” There was palpable excitement in Willow’s voice now, and Buffy could vividly imagine her friend’s big grin.
“Well as you know some of us have been trying to work out what went down in LA and if there were any survivors, and as a sort of last resort I did this locator spell searching for souled vampires - I mean I wasn’t sure if it’d work, but I though it couldn’t hurt to try - OK, so I might set a carpet on fire again, but apart from that...”
“And you’re calling me because...” Buffy prompted. Willow really had a talent for rambly sentences.
“One of them survived! There’s a very definite dot on the map! Well it’s not actually very well defined - more of a fuzzy blob really... Wait, let me try to get a more specific location. I think I have a more detailed map somewhere...”
As Willow breathlessly reeled off the information, Buffy’s heart suddenly beat faster.
“Willow! That’s really, really close to here. Look...” She stopped, trying to gather her thoughts. “Does anyone else know?”
“Only you and Giles.” Willow answered.
“Good. Can you... can you keep it a secret? I’m going to go find him myself, find out what happened. I really don’t need the junior crowd or the tweed brigade marching in. Just get Giles to put some more money on my debit card so I can get him back to England, OK?”
“Will do Buffy.” Willow replied. “And good luck.”
“Thanks,” she answered before switching off the phone. She took a deep breath. One of them was alive. But which one?
By midday she was finally on the street Willow had marked out on the map she’d sent earlier. Presuming that it wasn’t a fluke or something - Willow was good, but not exactly infallible. And it seemed almost too convenient that she happened to be nearby. It might just be a trap...
As she walked along the sidewalk, she looked out for motels and hostels - transient places where nobody cared who you were. But her keen eyes also noticed a boarded up building, the wooden planks still yellow and bright so it had obviously not been empty long. Sneaking around the back, she found that the back door was unlocked and carefully opened it. But when trying to enter she bounced off thin air, and grinned as she realised that she was up against yet another mystical barrier. After a fruitless search of her bag, she remembered that she’d stuck the incantation in her pocket earlier on. Moments later she was reading it out in a whisper, and just like before a part of the barrier started shimmering and moving - like a silk scarf caught in the wind - allowing her to pass through. As it closed up behind her she prayed that it wasn’t a trap, since the incantation took a good half-minute to work and getting out might be a problem.
Making her way around the ground floor, she noticed that there were still a few pieces of furniture left - an ideal place for squatting. If she was a vampire on the run, this was definitely where she’d stay... the aboveground factor would throw would-be hunters off. Although better be as quiet as possible though, just in case. For once she was glad of her boring super-practical stealth shoes, as her gorgeous new leather boots would have been useless for sneaking around in. Thankfully the rest of her outfit was pretty, although she regretted wearing her fake-fur trimmed coat. The fire demons had singed it rather badly on one side.
She tiptoed her way upstairs, and silently looked in a couple of empty bedrooms, before she finally hit the jackpot. The third bedroom contained a bed, and the bed had an occupant. As she pushed open the door a little more and took another soundless step inside, she suddenly stopped, frozen on the spot. She’d been right... and yet wrong. The bed did not have one, but two occupants! And not just that, but...
She moved closer still, heart in her mouth, unable to tear her eyes from the vampires on the bed. They were spooned up together, Spike against Angel, with Angel’s arm draped around Spike. A blanket covered everything from their middles and down, but it was obvious that they were as naked underneath it as above. She could now see their clothes - Angel’s neatly folded in a corner, Spike’s in a crumpled heap - and their coats thrown over an old holdall. But her eyes strayed right back to the bed. She’d tried so very hard not to think about which vampire might be alive, and had somehow imagined that when she found him - whichever one he might be - he’d be exactly like she’d remembered. Angel would be brooding, Spike loving and/or sarcastic... but this? She was now standing by the bed, and she could still not believe what she was seeing. They looked so... sweet; tender almost, snuggled up like any pair of lovers. Because surely that’s what they were, right? No one slept like that if they didn’t have sex...
She took a deep slow breath. OK Buffy, you can do this. She’d been through this before, and it wasn’t like she’d actually seen anything - not like that time with Spike and Anya in The Magic Box... Remembering that night she suddenly discovered new sympathy for Xander. “I can’t know this!” he’d said and walked away, and she certainly understood the impulse.
But then maybe it was a vampire thing? Or there could be a perfectly logical explanation... Spike always had a thing for sleeping naked...
No, she wasn’t going to leave, now she’d finally found them. Maybe if she tried to focus on one of them at a time?
Leaning in closer she studied Spike’s face. Blond hair slightly messed up, the way she had often ruffled it herself. Sharp cheekbones - sharper than she remembered - and a look of exhaustion that even sleep could not hide. God, what had happened to them? There were faint traces of almost-faded bruises, as well as a shallow cut on his forehead. The scar on his eyebrow was flush against the pillow and almost obscured.
He was really alive! The enormity of that made her almost shake. She’d had a year of believing that he was dead, and then another half year of thinking that he was dead again. So much mourning, and yet here he was - as real as ever. Slowly she reached out to touch his face...
In a flash his hand struck out, grabbing her wrist. Then his eyes snapped open, and instantly he let go of her as though she’d burned him, before scrambling to a sitting position; blue, blue eyes staring at her in utter shock and bewilderment. His movement unsettled Angel, who blinked against the hazy grey of the room and mumbled at Spike to stop turning. Then he saw her too and froze.
...
Muffled sounds filtered in from outside... children playing, a car driving by, road works in the distance. But in the bedroom everything was eerily silent for long, long seconds as Buffy stared at her two vampires and they stared at her.
Finally Spike reached out, awe and wonder on his face, and carefully touched her cheek. “Buffy...” he whispered. “Is it really you?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” she replied, but to her puzzlement he pulled back and sent Angel a cautious look. “Sorry pet, but we’ve had a lot of... things following us. There was something we thought was Dru... She was...” He stopped and swallowed, the memory obviously still painful. “We’re fairly sure it wasn’t her, but....”
Buffy nodded, her mind racing. She needed to prove that she was herself. Just like... when she’d been wearing Faith’s body!
“Oh! I know! Ask me something only I - we - know!”
Spike nodded, and then - just as Angel was opening his mouth - he asked, a host of conflicting feelings suddenly crowding his eyes:
“What was the last thing you said to me in the Hellmouth?”
And suddenly all the feelings she’d been suppressing for months, and that had been stirring and almost overwhelming her these last few hours, came rushing to the surface.
“I love you,” she said, and then she started to cry as she grabbed hold of him. “I love you and you died and came back and you never called - you bastard - and I thought I’d lost you again!”
All she could do was cling onto him - he was trying to calm her down she could tell, stroking her hair and muttering something about being sorry, but it wasn’t enough. Before she knew what she was doing she was kissing him, deeply and hungrily, because she couldn’t not do so...
And his kiss was fire and life and passion and how had she ever lived without him?
When she pulled back, she realised that Angel was watching them. His face was a stony mask, but he wasn’t fooling her - or Spike. Looking from her to Angel, Spike did a little shrug and sighed.
“Go on - kiss him too. We all know you want to! And I need my pants.”
Buffy was rather thrown by this utter lack of Jealous Vampire Crap, but since today was turning out weirder than anything she could have dreamed up she climbed from Spike’s lap and into Angel’s. As Spike slipped out of bed and sauntered over to his clothes pile, Buffy couldn’t help but notice that he was still as utterly gorgeous as she remembered. When she guiltily turned back to Angel she realised that she’d not been the only one to check out Spike’s ass. No doubt about it... something was going on! How - or if - she was going to broach that subject she wasn’t sure yet, because honestly what could she say? “So, does running an evil law firm make you gay?”
“Hey there...” she said, slightly unsure, as she focussed on Angel’s guarded dark eyes. Things had not been good between them since she’d found out about W&H. Actually things just hadn’t been at all. She hoped that she would now finally find out why on earth he’d taken such a path, since with eighteen hundred Slayers to guide she’d had no choice in severing their connection. Spike’s ass would be a far easier subject than what Angel had been doing working for The Big Evil Law firm. Anyway, time to look at the positives:
“So you’re not running an evil law firm anymore and you’re not dust. Both of those are very much of the good.”
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak she moved in and kissed him. Words always made things more complicated and she wanted a moment of ‘not-complicated’ first. She had a horrible feeling that there might not be any more kisses once he told her what had happened in LA...
His kiss was just like she remembered, full of hopes and longing and passion, the seemingly endless miracle of first love.
When they parted she smiled, trying to preserve the moment, but Angel was obviously not going to let anything slide. He looked at her and asked, “So you love him?”
It was like no time at all had passed since that night when he gave her the amulet - Angel even had the same sort-of petulant expression on his face. But this time... she didn’t have to be avoid-y.
“Seems I’m not the only one!” she shot back archly, and that shut him up very effectively - his face suggesting that if a Hellmouth had opened up beside the bed he’d happily have jumped in to get away from her. But he didn’t deny her accusation...
There came a sound like a suppressed chuckle from Spike, but when Buffy turned to look he acted all casual. He had now put on his pants and was looking through the duster for his fags, apparently not going to bother with a shirt. Not a problem as far as she was concerned, what with the distinct lack of hunky men in her life of late.
Smoking paraphernalia retrieved, he picked up Angel’s trousers before walking over to the bed again, dumping the trousers in Angel’s lap. Then with the languid, casual grace of a sleek feline he sat himself down on the bed, his shoulder almost touching Angel’s (before Angel scooted further away), and flicked open his zippo. The flame lit up his face for a few seconds, colour dancing across his features as he cupped his hands around the cigarette. It was eerily familiar and Buffy found herself spellbound by a sight she’d thought she’d never see again.
As Spike shut the lighter, she finally snapped out of it and moved backwards, settling herself into the middle of the bed, facing the two of them. Might as well take the bull by the horns she thought, since if her life had taught her anything it was that Secrets Were Bad!
“So...” she said, looking from one to the other. “Are all vampires bisexual, or is it just you two?”
Angel’s eyes went wide, and Spike almost choked on his cigarette. “Bloody hell Slayer!” he gasped in between coughs and she almost felt sorry for him. This was not the reunion she had dreamt about, and the same probably went for him. But then he’d been the one not to call, so she figured he could stew for a bit. Of course she was happy that they were both alive, but...
Angel had apparently taken a vow of silence, effective immediately, so Spike pulled himself together to answer her, still aiming for flip.
“Well vampires are generally a perverted bunch - it’s pretty much a case of ‘If it feels good, do it!’ Sex is sex.” He shrugged. “Although in our case I think it’s more of a family matter really.” He shot Angel a glance, but Angel was now silently focussed on pulling on his pants under the blanket and Spike took another drag of the cigarette, eyes downcast. The swagger that had effortlessly sustained him when evil was obviously not working all that well anymore.
Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. “Is this... is this why you never called? Because you two were an item?”
Angel made an odd sort of strangled noise and finally tried to find his voice again. “Look Buffy... it’s not - I mean we’re not - well we are, but it’s just...”
Spike turned his head and raised an eyebrow. “What are you? Ashamed of me?”
“Spike - no - yes - it’s just -”
Oh! There was one of the keys to the whole thing, she suddenly realised. They were obviously both embarrassed, but Spike still had his pride. And although he felt ashamed at what she might be thinking about him, he couldn’t help hating himself for feeling like that. Especially given their history. If Angel had uttered the word ‘convenient’ Spike would probably have knocked him unconscious.
Spike shook his head, and pointed at Angel with his free hand. “Look big guy, we’ve done a lot worse than this. And you had to come off that soddin’ pedestal sooner or later. Discovering that you think I’m just as irresistible as she does strikes me as a nice way to go!” He shrugged again. “Remember, she’s not an innocent 16 year old anymore! Hasn’t been for a long time!”
Buffy smiled a little at this - she had a feeling that she’d be falling off Angel’s pedestal fairly soon herself if Spike had his way. Maybe she should keep the discussion focussed on them. “Oh and... sorry, but I’m not sure I get it. I was under the impression that you hated each other!”
“Thin line between love and hate pet. You should know!” Spike shot back.
He had her there, she had to admit. But rather than continue, he suddenly went quiet and thoughtful, silently studying the ever diminishing fag end. The subdued daylight gave the room a feeling of endless dusk, like they were stuck in a bubble outside time.
Then Spike looked up, breaking the spell. “But - in answer to your first question, then no, this has nothing to do with me not calling. This -” he waved from himself to Angel “- the sleeping thing anyway - is kinda recent. Well, unless you go back a hundred years. As for why it started again...” He took a last drag of the cigarette, put it out on the headboard and threw it on the floor.
Buffy felt slightly faint all of a sudden. ‘Again’... he’d said. So it wasn’t a ‘new’ thing at all really. She’d never given much thought to what they’d been like back in their heyday, except for the killing thing of course, even though she knew they’d spent years together. And knowing that Angelus and William the Bloody had been... doing things... put a different spin on a lot of stuff. “Great job Buffy”, she thought to herself. “You have now grossed yourself out completely!”
She swallowed and tried her best to do some of that suppressing her mother had been so good at. And then Spike spoke again.
“Well Love, you try to stop - or maybe start - an apocalypse, get all your friends killed and end up hunted mercilessly by Evil Inc., and you begin to need some... comfort. And stop worrying about what you should or shouldn’t be doing. Life’s too short.”
She nodded slowly. Yeah, she got that. But of course it led to a bigger matter that could no longer be ignored.
“So... what happened? Why were you at Wolfram & Hart? What about this apocalypse? And did... did everyone else really die?”
They both looked down then, all the awkwardness about their sleeping arrangements brushed aside. Spike lit another cigarette and looked at Angel.
“Sorry mate, but this is your story.” He briefly took hold of Angel’s hand, and Angel closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. Then he looked Buffy straight in the eyes.
“I’m not a righteous man, Buffy. I never was. I just hope you won’t hate me for it.” Then he slowly started to talk.
This way to Chapter 2.
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TBC - almost the best bit!
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TBC - almost the best bit!
*Someone* give me time to write!!! I'm *so* far behind on everything...
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Nods. Makes sense although me being me would like more of a S/B than an S/A but I enjoyed Mating so I'm in for the long haul. You've got a nice premise here, I'll be interested to see how they get out of CA and off to ... where?
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Well that's good! :)
me being me would like more of a S/B than an S/A
Preaching to the choir! *g* The thing is though that I can't see B/S turning into A/B/S... for some reason it has to start out this way. (I'm sure there's fic out there that accomplishes this, but as far as this fic goes it has to start out this way.) It makes sense in my head, honestly!
You've got a nice premise here
Thanks! :)
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Twice! *glares at LJ*
And thank you so much! Chapter 2 is about half-written, although considering how much I keep editing it might take a while... although I've almost got to the fun bit, and I'm all impatient!
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Will book mark it for later. Hope you don't mind?
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(I've tried very hard to avoid any similarities to 'Vampire Winter' btw. If I accidentally plagiarised anything it was probably because your fic is so awesome and it imbedded itself in my mind!)
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Not that I mind graphic descriptions, mind you;.)
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Well those are words to fill a little fic writers heart with happiness! :)
I like the way you are concentrating on the whys and wherefores of the characters actions and interactions
I'm *all* about the whys and wherefores... but there might be some descriptions later on! ;)
And thank you for commenting - it's nice to 'see' you!
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The subdued daylight gave the room a feeling of endless dusk, like they were stuck in a bubble outside time. Lovely visual.It feels like they 're in a spot out of time and out of the world indeed.
This is an exciting beginning.:)
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Aww thanks. I've missed your wonderful feedback! :)
Your Spike, Angel and Buffy voices are spot on.
That is in large part thanks to Kathy!
The way she's discovering them is perfect !
Heeee! I've had that scene in my head for a *long* time! At least that's how it feels...
This is an exciting beginning.:)
:rubs hands:
Well that's what I call feedback! ;)
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Joss's fanwanknew canon! Well done!Really liked this, and I have to say I'm not typically a fan of threesomes. This feels very believable though; you clearly love all three of our heroes and write them sympathetically and in character. I particularly love Buffy's thoughts on her outfit as she breaks into the squat, and Spike's deaperate gathering of his dignity.
Very nicely done, and I'll be watching for more!
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It is *awesome* - you can make The Immortal problem go *poof* just like that! :)
Really liked this, and I have to say I'm not typically a fan of threesomes
Well that sounds good! :) I don't know that I like threesomes particularly - but I just felt I had to write this.
you clearly love all three of our heroes and write them sympathetically and in character.
*wipes brow* Not always easy (the keeping in character), but I do love them all so very dearly. I'm glad it shows.
Spike's deaperate gathering of his dignity.
Oh I'm op glad! Spike was near-impossible to write because he's walking a tightrope and keeps changing his behavior, depending on circumstances.
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http://community.livejournal.com/lj_nifty/150320.html
Heh, I have some sympathy for Buffy there. Not knowing which one she'd find iundead if either, finding both, and then finding them in bed together. That has to be a whole new level of shock.
She’d never given much thought to what they’d been like back in their heyday, except for the killing thing of course
That makes sense to me -- it was such a central issue to her first with Angel and then Spike that anything else between them wouldn't have been an on her radar. She and Angel were really an extra-mysterious workplace romance and Spike even said as much. Plus with S/A's obvious enmity it wouldn't have been the first thing to spring to her mind.
I suspect it's going to be a day for Buffy where she ends up with more questions than answers.
Psst, think there's a "have" missing? "OK, so I might set a carpet on fire again
Also effective "effect immediately,"
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Ooooh! Nice one! I'll hold onto that link for sure. :)
Heh, I have some sympathy for Buffy there
Yeah I kinda threw her in at the deep end... but she's good at thinking on her feet, thankfully.
That makes sense to me
Oh good! I figured that Buffy would always see Evil them as predators, and focus on the victim aspect - what they did to each other would not have been something she'd think about. Especially since they had Darla and Dru...
she ends up with more questions than answers.
Ah but that's the question, isn't it? *g*
And thanks for the catches - both were from alterations by me post-beta. And the first one was actually correct, although I can see your point! :)
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I love your Buffy's rhythm. And I loved the convo with Willow... It really gave up a lot about the two of them.
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::curls up into ball of contentedness and begins to purr::
(Seriously, I'm all overwhelmed here! Maybe in a few days time I'll stop gibbering.)
I love your Buffy's rhythm.
*Thank you*! I'm always stressing over Buffy because she's so hard to get right.
It really gave up a lot about the two of them.
Oh good - I'm not sure it was supposed to, I was just trying to make it sound right...
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I've taken the liberty of commenting in detail on certain sections... hope you don't mind. :)
I like the introduction, and the other Slayers' view of Buffy rings true. (Well, I think their options are either utter hero-worship, or what you describe). Buffy's internal dialogue in the first part was good too - I see your opinion of her combat gear in the S8 comic hasn't improved. :)
Your second paragraph has a verb missing: saved the world enough times to do whatever the hell she wanted.
I liked your Willow voice, although I wonder if explicitly telling us that "Willow really had a talent for rambly sentences" is a tad redundant? We know she does. :) I think the line might have worked better for me if it was more obviously something Buffy was thinking, rather than a narratorial interjection.
So did Willow detect just the one souled vampire because either Angel or Spike is now human, or because they were physically so close together that her spell read them as a single entity? Or is that a surprise for the next installment?
One bit I really liked is Buffy's running fashion commentary. Since noticing what she's wearing wasn't really my first priority when watching the show (it's a guy thing) it's not a trait I'd automatically think of, but given her interest in clothes and shoes it's very much in character for Buffy.
Not sure what to say about the S/A scenes since it's not really a pairing I spend a lot of time thinking about (see above, re 'guy thing' - or at least 'straight guy thing'). I'm especially having trouble getting my head round the concept of them being tender and loving to each other, given the way they were at each other's throats during most of Angel S5... though I note that it's mostly Buffy's perception of them (watching them asleep) that suggests this to me. Certainly when they're awake I can't fault your depiction of them, and I can accept that the events of and after NFA would bring them closer. This isn't a criticism of your writing, incidentally, just my own problem with the basic idea.
I do like the device of Buffy deciding to look at just one of them at once, so she doesn't have to deal with the fact of them being together... And Spike asking Buffy what the last thing she said to him was, was both cruel and just right.
I had a slight double-take at Spike "looking through the duster for his fags", especially given the context. :) Perhaps because your narrator's voice is using Buffy-style words here ('avoid-y', 'hunky men', 'Spike's ass' (he has a donkey in the room?) and so on), implying that these are Buffy's own thoughts - then it uses a word that means something totally different in American and British English. Unless she's been in England long enough for it to radically change her vocabulary?
Finally, it was interesting to see the influence of your previous thoughts on the relative maturity of the B/A relationship (compared to the S/B one) shining through. :)
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Thank you - and curiosity is always good! :) (And I saw your fic and am saving it up for when I have some quiet time!)
hope you don't mind. :)
Mind????? If feedback is like chocolate, you just gave me a whole sweet stall!
I like the introduction, and the other Slayers' view of Buffy rings true
Oh I'm so glad. It's the problem with being famous... people judge you much more harshly.
I see your opinion of her combat gear in the S8 comic hasn't improved.
Heh. It's more that Buffy would hate it - personally I'm glad that they finally found some armour. (There would have been a lot fewer casualties in Chosen if they'd had some proper gear.) But Buffy would not like it!
Your second paragraph has a verb missing
*facepalm* My beta picked up on that too, and I must have forgotten to fix it! Thank you!!!
I liked your Willow voice
I've barely written her before, so I'm glad she came across OK. As for the 'redundant' sentence I'll deal with that further down.
because they were physically so close together that her spell read them as a single entity
That's the one. I guess I could keep up the suspense, but I never really considered it a plot point as such.
One bit I really liked is Buffy's running fashion commentary.
It's all about getting inside her head! ;) (Which isn't easy, I always have problems writing her.)
the way they were at each other's throats during most of Angel S5...
Oh come on! Spike/Angel were the main love story of S5! The key word for them is 'family' - a sort of brotherly bond, where they're always competing and annoying each other, but when the chips are down they stand up for and support each other 100%. AHiTW would be the prime example of this - incredible bickering at the beginning, but the second Fred gets ill they snap together. (Drogyn: "The power to draw back Illyria lies in there. It requires a champion who has traveled from where it lies to where it belongs." Angel: "You got two of those right here.") It isn't a tender and loving relationship like they each had with Buffy, but that doesn't mean they don't love each other (they're MEN, and don't talk about their feelings!) - remember Angel taking a stake for Spike in 'Time Bomb'? Anwyay, don't worry, they're not going googly-eyed! ;) And thank you for giving this a try, since it obviously isn't something that's precisely your cup of tea. Actually slash doesn't do much for me at all - my thing for Spike/Angel comes from the characters rather than just 'pretty boys!'. Also of course it's a canon pairing, which makes a big difference - I'm very canon based.
I do like the device of Buffy deciding to look at just one of them at once
*wipes brow* I'm glad that worked... it was a bit of a tricky situation!
was both cruel and just right.
Well not intentionally cruel - if this had been a Spike/Buffy fic it would have a wodnerful catalyst for getting them together again. But of course things aren't that simple...
Perhaps because your narrator's voice is using Buffy-style words here
Yes, the whole chapter is from Buffy's POV, hence all the Americanisms. And also the thought about Willow earlier on is supposed to be a Buffy observation, although not a direct thought. Oh and Spike using the word 'pants' was a very thinly veiled reference to 'Sleeper'! ;)
it was interesting to see the influence of your previous thoughts on the relative maturity of the B/A relationship (compared to the S/B one) shining through. :)
There is no such thing as an objective narrator! ;) Also it's not just the maturity coming into play. Angel and Buffy broke up a long, long time ago, and her shock when seeing him is more to do with the fact that he having sex with Spike - it's a huge curveball for her mind to cope with. And Angel is mortified of course. With Spike she's well aware of what a sensual creature he is, and although initially surprised it's not the sex itself that's a problem - it's the fact that rather than finding her he's shacked up with Angel. Mostly I think she's feels betrayed.
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Thank you very much for the lovely birthday wishes.
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Well this should be just right then! :)
Interesting first chapter shall be looking forward to more of them.
Thanks! It'll arrive as quickly as I can write it (Which isn't very, sadly).
Thank you very much for the lovely birthday wishes.
My pleasure. :)
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Heeeeeeeee! I just can't wrap my head around the stuff the slayers are wearing in the comics. Buffy wouldn't be caught dead in that stuff!
Looking forward to more of this story. :)
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Hopefully she'll be wearing something else in the rest of the story...
Looking forward to more of this story. :)
Squee! And thanks for reading! :)
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Really? *preens* ;)
Glad you're enjoying it - I'm writing as fast as children and housework and Christmas lets me...
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Your Spike and Angel are also well done, and you nailed their reactions to Buffy. I'm looking forward to seeing how you handle Angel's story (btw I loved the little touch of Spike's hand squeeze as Angel was getting ready to speak).
Thanks for sharing this.
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I still get a huge thrill whenever I see I've made the Herald. It's like - 'Wow! People actually read my stuff!' ;) Very glad you came looking!
I enjoyed your Buffy voice.
Thank you - Buffy isn't easy to write (for me anyway), so I'm always worried that she doesn't ring quite true.
Your Spike and Angel are also well done, and you nailed their reactions to Buffy.
Now *that* was pure fun to write! :)
I'm looking forward to seeing how you handle Angel's story
I'm *itching* to write it... hopefully you won't be disappointed!
btw I loved the little touch of Spike's hand squeeze as Angel was getting ready to speak
I couldn't help myself... And also I wanted to show their instinctive bond, the way they'll do stuff without thinking.
Thanks for sharing this.
Thank *you* for your lovely feedback! :)
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Lol that line just made me laugh, I love good S/B/A. Too bad Joss will never go their.
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Yay! And thank you! :)
Too bad Joss will never go their.
Oh no - it's *good* that he won't go there! If he did, he'd just break them up (because that's what he does with couples). The way things stand, we have Spike & Angel 4eva!
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I particularly loved the part where Buffy asked if all vamps were bisexual. Made me laugh!
Professional interest, of course! ;)
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I love that she kissed him lovingly, and first!
I love Spike first and foremost, but I enjoy both Spuffy and Spangel so this is gonna be great!
Your writing is so vivid, I can really see everything.
Thanks for writing.
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Squee! *is thrilled*
Your Buffy point of view seems so spot on to me. I am right there with her.
Oh I'm so glad... I always struggle with Buffy for some reason. Not her POV as such, but getting her across properly. (Writing dialogue for her is *difficult*!)
I love the picture you painted of Spike and Angel together, and how she saw it, and her reaction to Spike. I love that she kissed him lovingly, and first!
I had far, far too much fun with it all! And of course she'd kiss Spike first. :)
I love Spike first and foremost, but I enjoy both Spuffy and Spangel so this is gonna be great!
We are obviously very alike! And the OT3 is the obvious route to go to make sure no one gets 'left out' - both Buffy and Angel need Spike! :)
Your writing is so vivid, I can really see everything.
::basks:: But seriously - thank you! Although I feel like pointing out that this fic pretty much wrote itself. It almost feels wrong to take credit for it. *g*
Thanks for writing.
Thank you for reading and your wonderful feedback! :)
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Doing it now though, may take some time. :)
I loved how Buffy was eager to get Spike back when Willow found a lead. But what a surprise for Buffy how/where she found Spike.
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Heee! I have far, far too many fics that fall into that category (sadly). Anyway, I'm terribly pleased that you're having a go! Hope you like it. *crosses fingers*
Doing it now though, may take some time. :)
I know that feeling too... and well, it isn't going anywhere! :)
I loved how Buffy was eager to get Spike back when Willow found a lead. But what a surprise for Buffy how/where she found Spike.
It was a lot of fun thinking up this scenario, I must admit...
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Love the start and Spike and Angel cuddle! *_*
She’d lived and died and saved the world enough times to do whatever the hell she wanted.
Oh, this is so much right!
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*blushes* Thank you. (I loooooved writing this story. Well, it more-or-less wrote itself...)
Love the start and Spike and Angel cuddle! *_*
Vampires should DEFINITELY do more cuddling. Oh yes.
Oh, this is so much right!
Really, that is the whole fic summed up in one sentence. So pleased you pulled out that specific part!
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If Angel had uttered the word ‘convenient’ Spike would probably have knocked him unconscious.
Love it. So true.
And you had to come off that soddin’ pedestal sooner or later. Discovering that you think I’m just as irresistible as she does strikes me as a nice way to go!
True that. I am looking forward to pedestals being a thing of the past!
“Great job Buffy”, she thought to herself. “You have now grossed yourself out completely!”
Is she grossed out by the thought of them evil and sexy together?
Also, nice call back to Amends with the 'righteous man' reference.
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*beams* (They sort of don't shut up. It always feels weird to take credit, as I'm just transcribing what I can see in my head...)
I love the mystery at the start of this. And your discussion of how it's a vampire thing, a vampire family thing, a comradery - it's not being in love, but it's some sort of love. That's exactly how I see it between Spike and Angel.
Yup, not so much flowers & chocolate. I love their dynamic, but never forget what they really are.
Love it. So true.
Everything is UNCOMFORTABLE. And they're not happy.
True that. I am looking forward to pedestals being a thing of the past!
Oh, they'll be many miles below ground before the story is over...
Is she grossed out by the thought of them evil and sexy together?
Yeah, it's just... a reflex? A sort of basic reaction, that she's not examined at all, it just gives her the wig. A bit like how she found it difficult to admit that she was attracted to, and enjoyed sex with, Spike. She's very introspective without being reflective, as someone once said.
Also, nice call back to Amends with the 'righteous man' reference.
Oh this story is all over references! *g*
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Do you have a DW acct?
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*laughs* I live here!!
I'd really love to see this on your ao3. I enjoy rereading your stories
Aw, thank you! <3 And yes, I will bring it over. I'm currently posting Maybe Someday (a chapter a week), and have readers and everything, so once that's out of the way, this one's next on the list.
Do you have a DW acct?
Yes, same name.
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