Shaddyr's Eclectic Collection > Buffy Fanfiction > Shaddyr > Pixelated Promises, Part 1
Pixelated Promises
By Shaddyr & Mint WitchRating: PG - 13
Spoilers: Total speculation on S7
Author's Notes: This is an exercise in Style & Genre for us, so bear with us.
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Slayer1234: I know this is you, Spike! Dawn is so grounded. You better not be stalking my sister.
JustOkay: Slayer! You ought to now by now I would never do anything like that!
Slayer1234: Yeah right, because you've never hung around my house, tried to kill my friends, and chained me up. Pull the other one, Spikey.
JustOkay: I understand. You have every reason to be angry with me, Buffy. But I would never hurt Dawn. I would never hurt you like that... never again. *hanging head* I know you have no reason to trust me and I accept that, but... Not Dawn.
Slayer1234: Wha'huh? I thought this was Spike?
JustOkay: Yes, Buffy. It's me. But things have changed a little bit since the last time I saw you...
Slayer1234: What, you're a redhead now?
JustOkay: *laugh* That's funny. No, still in all my blond glory... though I must admit the roots are growing. Good look on me if I do say so myself
Slayer1234: Hey, where are you, anyway? And how would you know, oh vampire w/o a reflection? Janice!? I'm gonna tell your mom!
JustOkay: Soddin' Hell! It's *me* Slayer. Or perhaps I should remind you of a certain incident in a certain house that certainly fell down... or not. I'm sorry
Slayer1234: Oh.
JustOkay: yeah, oh. I really am, Buffy, More than I have words to convey. Sorry beyond the telling of it.
JustOkay: Buffy?
Slayer1234: Okay. Which thing would you be sorry for? The near rape experience? The taking off during an apocalypse? The roots? Screwing Anya?
Slayer1234: Should I go on?
JustOkay: You probably could. For hours. And I would deserve everything you would throw in my face.
Slayer1234: Who *are* you and what have you done with Spike?
JustOkay: I want to apologize - but I don't know how. I'm sorry. *wry laugh* Like that makes a soddin' bit of difference...
JustOkay: *grin* Spike had a bit of a run in with a rather interesting demon just recently... and he's a truly changed man.
Slayer1234: This conversation is over, because why? You're not a man Spike.
JustOkay:
JustOkay: I know
JustOkay: But I want to come home.
Slayer1234: You mean, back to Sunnydale?
Slayer1234: What for?
Slayer1234: Haven't you done enough?
JustOkay: No , not nearly enough. I have so much pain and heartache that I need to atone for. Please, let me at least try?
Slayer1234: *ATONE*?
Slayer1234: Is that even a word?
JustOkay: Atone. Make up for. Pay restitution
Slayer1234: Oh. I knew that.
JustOkay: *grin*
Slayer1234: How much restitution?
Slayer1234: Cuz hey, broke here.
JustOkay: Buffy, I have a stake in my pocket - and you are welcome to use it on me if you so choose.
Slayer1234: And I thought you were just happy to see me.
JustOkay: I would be... and sad. Sad and remorseful for what I did.
JustOkay: And I know you wouldn't take anything from me before - but I *do* have a little something that was sitting and accruing interest in Merry Ol' England that I'd like to share with you and the bit
Slayer1234: Tell you what, Spikey. You be there, and be all sad, and I'll be here and try to put my life together.
Slayer1234: And NO, I'm not taking your money. Hello, demon eggs!
Slayer1234: I was kidding.
Slayer1234: Really.
JustOkay: Buffy - if you tell me to never show my face again in Sunnydale, I will respect your wishes. But I want to come home.
JustOkay: I wasn't kidding.
Slayer1234: I don't know who this you is. Don't come back here, Spike. I can't do this, not when I'm finally getting it together.
JustOkay: All right, Buffy. I won't then. But let me just say one more time I am so very, very sorry for what I did. So Sorry. Oh, god, so sorry, pet.
JustOkay: has logged off
Slayer1234: You've proven I can't trust you. I learned my lesson about 'sorry' about a million times over.
Slayer1234: fuck!
Slayer1234: Don't log off on me Spike!
Slayer1234: Spike!