Title: Lovers
Author: Hungsta =0 )
Rating: PG I guess, violence, swearing,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone, just the plot, but I wish I did own Spike and Oz so I could tie them up and do naughty things to them. The song “Even When I’m Sleeping” is Leonardo’s Bride’s song
Summary: Buffy meets up with an old friend somewhere far away from Sunnydale while on a vacation.
Time-line: A couple of years after The Becoming. Angel never returns from Hell and Spike never comes back to Sunnydale so all events change appropriately
Dedication: Keep that feedback coming, and I’d like to thank all who gave me it when I first started writing!! This whole series is dedicated to you guys, ‘cause if I hadn’t had such a great response to “Strangers” I wouldn’t have kept on writing the series, so thanks again!!

Spike finally lifted his head and stared blankly at the wall.

How had this happened?

How could she be dead?

Spike grabbed one of Dru’s discarded dolls and threw it across the room, and did the same with anything in his arm’s reach.

“NOT NOW!! NOT JUST WHEN I’VE FOUND YOU! NO!!”

Exhausted emotionally and now physically, Spike looked down at the still form of his fallen Slayer. He slowly knelt and picked her up carefully and started the ascent to the surface, out of the sewers, her final resting place would not be in the waste of her fellow humans.

She deserved to lay in the sun, a child of the night that brought the sunlight with her wherever she went. A creature of two worlds, torn by both, dying in one, she'd rest in the other.

He left her on the dew covered grass. He would have stayed with her to greet the sunset, but self preservation prevented him from doing so. Spike ran out of the deadly rays only seconds before they touched her still body, but turning back for a glimpse of His Slayer, he saw her in all her glory, and thought that that last glimpse would be enough.

Returning his apartment through the sewers, Spike leaned against the door and stilled for a few minutes, going over the events that had just transpired in the last 24 hours, with one word repeating itself throughout his thoughts.

*Slayer*

He once again gave into grief, sliding down the door he was still leaning against, Spike curled up in a fetal position hugging his legs to his chest, rocking back and forth.

Feeling completely dead for the first time in his 200 year-plus existence, Spike realized it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Experts from the dairy of Buffy Summers:

It’s been a month now since I woke from my death… When I was alive I had always thought when I did die, I would…well stay dead. I can’t believe how naïve that was. Did I really think I could ever have a different ending, with what I had gone through those last few years of my life? No, this was the perfect ending… or as it may be, beginning.

Waking up in a park in what seemed to be morning, I felt totally confused. I was covered in dew but didn’t feel cold in the least, but soon realized I was cold, I was cold all over. Those first few moment while I waking up has to be one of the scariest experiences in my life. I kept telling myself I couldn’t be vampire! I’m a Slayer, I can’t get turned, and I was in the sunlight for God’s sake! But all that didn’t matter though when it came down to it.

The sun not having any effect on me and me keeping my soul, I guess, looking back at that morning now, being a Slayer did have it advantages. I don’t know what kind of destruction I would have created if I had lost my soul.

But now I’m a member of the race I had spent half my life trying to rid the world of, ironic really. My nightmares had finally come true.

I’m staying in Sunnydale, a permanent shadow to my friends and family. I haven’t revealed what’s happened to me, instead I’m choosing to protect them from a distance. I think the gang is still mourning, they still do the nightly patrols, I’m sure more out of habit than anything else. The new Slayer had arrived a few days after my death, that was how they found out I had died. I wish they hadn’t.

Last night I checked in on Giles, sticking to the shadows outside his window, feeling like a Peeping Tom, but desperate to see him. He was sitting quietly on his couch reading a book. It was so normal that I started to cry.

I had always wanted them to have normal lives I wanted them to live their lives to the fullest. My death has finally released them of their bond to protect the world. But at the same time, I want them to keep on grieving. Feel the pain that I’m going through, I guess I just don’t want them to forget me.

It had been exactly two months to the day Spike had had his first glimpse of Buffy in that nightclub, the nightclub he was now currently lurking in. From the shadows he watched with contempt as the naive humans writhe and wriggle their bodies on the dance floor. More than anything Spike wanted to see that glimpse of golden hair, like the first time. But as the song changed to a softer song that seemed sad, but had joy behind those words, Spike looked towards the front entrance and gasped.

Don't be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony,
My mind is clear

She had arrived that evening, only bringing her dark glasses and the clothes on her back. She was going to make new start for herself. Leave the past where it was and start fresh… Well, at least that’s what she told herself. But in truth, if she really wanted to escape the past, she wouldn’t have come to LA, a place with so many memories that it almost hurt. Even worse still, she had come to the place where it all had started, the nightclub she had first seen her “Stranger.”

Spike.

I may be low or miles high off in the distance.
I want you near.

Buffy really hadn’t of expected to see him there, she had thought he would have left LA at least, but there he was hiding in the shadows, but plain as day. He had seen her, and Buffy saw him gasp. Was he the one that had taken her to the surface? Why had he left her? Had he thought her dead? Where had he been all these months? Buffy wanted to ask him so many questions but instead settled for making the long trip towards him for now.

I love you even when I'm sleeping.
When I close my eyes you're everywhere.

Was she real?

For the past months Spike had seen her everywhere, when he was in the shower, before he went to bed, when he drank, but they were always hallucinations, figments of his over-active imagination. But if she was really there now, how could she be alive? What had happened after he had left her that morning? Where had she been all these months? Questions unanswered spun round Spike’s head as she made her way towards where he was standing.

And if they take me flying on the magic carpet, see me wave.
If our communication fails, I'll reconnect it.
I want to rave.

And before he could compose himself, Buffy was standing in front of him. Their eyes met tensely as unspoken questions whirled around them both, making the air dense with apprehension.

I love you even when I'm sleeping.
When I close my eyes you're everywhere.

Breaking the overwhelming silence, “Hey stranger,” Buffy said with a tilt of her head, and an awkward half-smile on her face.

No matter where the road is leading us, remember don't be afraid.
We have a continent that sometimes comes between us.
That's ok.

Relief flooded Spike’s system as he shot Buffy his own sexy smile. She was really here, not just a figment of his imagination. Spike took Buffy’s hand and slowly led her onto the dance floor.

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