Author: Gabby Spike (Gabrielle Collins)

Story: No Angel: 1 of 1

Series: n/a

Rating: PG

Pairings: Buffy / Spike: friendship

Summary: Spike offers Buffy comfort.

Spoilers: Through "Fool for Love"; set post-episode

Category: Vignette

Setting: none given

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy people or the song "No Angel" by Dido, much as I wish I did. I'm not making any money, and there's really no point in suing.

Distribution: Anyone who has my fic, anyone who asks me for it.

Notes: none given

Feedback: Yes, please? Especially constructive. gabby_spike5@yahoo.com

Webpage: http://www.oocities.org/gabby_spike5/index.html

I know I'm not perfect but I can smile
And I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes

I know I can be afraid but I'm alive
And I hope that you trust this heart behind my tired eyes

I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly.
~ Dido "No Angel"

Buffy awoke with a gasp, fresh tears flowing down her cheeks to re-wet those already dried there. Suddenly a cold hand was on her face, gently brushing away the tears. "Here now, just a bad dream."

The Slayer frowned and pulled back from the person she was leaning against. Her eyes lit on Spike and pushed herself to the opposite side of the steps. "What the Hell-"

"You feel asleep, Luv."

"Oh." She let her shoulders sag slightly. "I guess... I've been tired."

"I know." The vampire averted his eyes for a moment, then returned his gaze to her. "So, gonna tell me what the bloody hell has you so worked up?"

"No. I..." Buffy closed her eyes and swallowed. "My mom is going into the hospital for tests. We... we don't know what's wrong. I just..." Her lip quivered and the tears started to flow again.

Spike's arm moved around her shoulders. "I'm sorry. Joyce, she's a classy lady. Real good lot. But, listen, it's gonna be okay. Joyce'll be fine."

Buffy shook her head against his shoulder. "You don't know that. I don't know that. Even the damn doctors don't know!"

"You're right, Slayer, I don't know. If we don't keep tellin' ourselves that things are gonna work themselves out, that everything's gonna be just fine, we'll never bother to do much of anything, because what the hell's the point if you know you're gonna fail?" Gently easing Buffy's head off of his shoulder, Spike rose from the steps and picked his gun up self-consciously. "Keep your faith. You're going to need it."

Buffy opened her mouth to reply, but something held her back. Finally, she simply nodded. "Yeah, I will." As the vampire began to walk away, she called out, "Spike?"

"Yeah, Slayer?"

"Thanks."

"Yeah." And he walked away.