Title: Stroke of Luck
Part: 1/4
Author: Spike’s Slave
Shipper: Spike/Buffy
Spoilers: This story is a replacement for the end of season five, there may contain major plot spoilers for the season final. If you don’t wanna know…DON’T READ THE FIC. Thank you.
Dedication: This is dedicated to my ‘Stroke of Luck’, Sam. I was lost until you found me. Since that time I don’t remember being happier. Till fate takes you elsewhere.
Disclaimer: If I created any of the BtVS characters I would be insanely rich sipping tea with James Marsters, talking about the weather… umm no… I am not that lucky. All the characters are the property of the WB, FOX, Mutant Enemy and lord GOD Joss. Please direct praise for pervious character development to them.
[Stroke of Luck I]
“Having trouble sleeping slayer?”
Buffy jolted back to reality as she saw Spike sitting near an open window smoking a cigarette.
“Spike… I thought everyone was asleep” Buffy said a little startled.
“Well” he said taking a long drag, “you thought wrong didn’t you.”
“I guess I did, seems you have been surprising me a lot lately”
“Yeh, --- and why’s that? Didn’t think an old vampire could learn new tricks?”
“No… no more I didn’t thing it was possible for a vampire to change its fangs, well so to speak”
“If there is a good enough reason, then anything is possible, you should know that, you have proven it time and a again. You and your little battle kittens” Spike said gesturing to the sleeping Scoobies.
“Ha… Spike, I am not that gooder reason. In fact your ‘good reason’ very nearly got you dusted and her friends killed thanks to her badly timed emotional break down.”
“I will be the judge of that. And we are all still here…”
“No… we are not. I failed.”
“Oh little bit… that was not your doing, how are you expected to look after everyone and yourself while trying to keep a straight head?” Spike replied as he watched Buffy gently wade through the mass of sleeping bodies to sit next to Spike and stare out the same window at the same sleeping city. “Everyone has a bad day Buffy.”
“That’s true Spike, but how many peoples bad day mean the end of the world”
“Humph” Spike scoffed, “you go’ a point there. But it’s not over yet. The bite sized one is still alive and the world still turns. There is still time. And we will get her back…. alive”
“Since when did you turn in to Mr. Positive?”
“Bout the same time you turned in to Miss Emotional break down with drool on the side”
“There was drool” Buffy asked horrified.
“You know a little at the side, but I think you got away with”
“Gee thanks… I think”
“Humm, as long as you are okay now”
“If I said I was, that would be a big lie, but after the mental bitch slapping Will gave me, I am ready to finish this”
“Good to hear, I have had about all I can take from the resident hell bitch as well”
“I can’t believe that I am actually saying this, but I am glad you will be there on our side tomorrow… I don’t think I can do this by myself”
“The mighty slayer asking for help, I am stunned”
“A vampire with a mighty big mouth asking for an arse kicking… tomorrow… if we get thought this, you’ll get one!”
“Tomorrow WHEN we get through this, I await your foot connecting with my backside” Spike said noticing the slayer yawn, “look, maybe you should get some sleep, you’ll do no-one any good half asleep”
“Yeh I guess” Buffy said sliding off the chair and on to the floor, “night”.
“Night slayer”
“Spike…”
“Yes slayer”
“I – I am afraid” Buffy muttered with her back to the stunned vampire. She lay there silent and motionless until she felt a cool hand caress her shoulder and a strong body spooned against her. Usually her first instinct would be to belt the crap out of Spike for trying something at a time like this. But he wasn’t trying anything; all he was doing was lying there, holding her.
“It will work out… and like always, you’ll beat the big bad… I would be offended if you let anyone else have the honer of besting you” Spike looked at her and sighed, “pretend that I am how ever you want me to be, the poof, commando boy, whoever will bring you some comfort tonight.”
Buffy was astounded at how much the selfish vampire that she had once known had changed. He was not whom he was three years ago when they had first danced in the ally behind the Bronze. “How about,” Buffy said turning to face Spike, “you just be Spike, and I just be Buffy. How does that sound?”
“Like, if this was my last night, the way I would love more than anything to spend it” he said brushing her hair out of her face.
“Good… we can win… cant we? I mean there is a chance”
“No there is no chance… we WILL win, because if we don’t, I will never get to win you”
“Who said I would let you?”
“There is always a chance slayer” as Spike finished the sentence he watched Buffy drift to sleep.
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