What May Come From Dreams
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Disclaimer: The genius that is Joss Whedon owns Buffy, not me, if I did, well, then let’s just say there’d be plenty of B/S action going on.
Rating: PG-13
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Author’s Note: Enjoy…
Dedication: Kitty and Janet, because, despite some of the less helpful of Kitty’s suggestions, I probably would have never figured out how to start this.
What May Come from Dreams
“What?” She stood before him, her blonde hair falling down,
and tears running down her face. How could she be not even a foot between
him, and yet, he was now just seeing her?
“I said, I said I love you,” she repeated. Her voice was stronger this time. “Do you know how wrong this is?”
“I do,” he nodded. “I do.” He moved in closer. “Do you think there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think how wrong this is?”
“But it feels right, more right than anything,” Buffy nodded. The tears were still falling down her face. She stepped in closer; he could feel her heavy, deep breathing. “Do you still feel it? Do you still think that there’s something between us?”
“Just passion,” Spike whispered. She leaned in close and her lips slowly reached up towards his. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers up her arms. Slowly he then-
“Spike!”
“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned. Buffy took an involuntary jump back and her eyes shot to the right.
“I’m sorry,” she sighed. “Harmony!”
“Of course!” Spike yelled. He snatched a stake out of Buffy’s hand and charged towards her.
Buffy grabbed his hand. “Spike, calm down,” she ordered. “Harmony, what do you want?”
“Well, Cordelia kicked me out of L.A. and I was just wondering…”
“Wondering what?” Buffy sighed. “We were kind of busy.”
“There aren’t any vampires around,” Harmony sighed.
“Yes, there are,” Spike’s hand tightened itself around the stake.
“Spike, do you want to get back together?” Harmony frowned.
Buffy looked at Harmony, then at Spike, rolled her eyes, and started to walk out of the graveyard.
“Wait up!” Spike called and wandered after her.
“Fine!” Harmony snapped at them as they walked away, completely unaware of what she had walked in on.
* * *
“I’ve got pizza!” Xander cried flinging the door open to Buffy’s house.
“Hey,” Buffy said as she wandered down the stairs. “It’s 5, aren’t you having dinner a little early, without Anya?”
“Uh, you see, I’m having a slight problem,” Xander explained.
Buffy laughed. “She’s gone wedding crazy, hasn’t she? It’s all she talks and thinks about? Oh, I bet you two haven’t had sex in at least a day!”
“Shut up,” Xander sighed. “Can I stay? For a little while?”
“Of course, you brought food,” Buffy laughed and took the box from him, wandering into the living room.
“Can I just say, this new Buffy mood, liking much better,” Xander said. “Oh, except for the part where you make fun of me.”
“I do to,” Buffy smiled. “Both parts. I mean, I just, I took your advice, and I fessed up, and now, it’s way better.”
“I see Spike is still here,” Xander said. “Unless you stripped him naked and stole his coat.”
“You wish,” Buffy teased.
“So, what is the cause of this brand new Buffy, may I ask?” Xander grinned.
“Go ahead,” Buffy nodded.
“Your not going to tell me are you?” Xander frowned. Buffy smiled. “Which means it’s a guy.”
“It does not! It is not a guy!” Buffy protested.
“Oh please Buff, you’re probably dreaming about him all day and night,” Xander laughed.
“Am not,” Buffy pouted.
“Well, who ever he his, he’s very lucky,” Xander nodded. “Anyway, I say go for it. Just do yourself a favor, don’t ever get engaged. Or you’ll drive the poor guy crazy. And vise versa.”
“I remember,” Buffy mumbled.
“What?” Xander frowned.
“Nothing, never mind,” Buffy laughed.
“You’re blushing!” Xander yelled. “It’s totally a guy.”
* * *
Dawn giggled. She stood behind Spike as he peaked his head out from the doorway. “Hey.”
“Bollox!” he snapped. “Don’t scare me like that.”
“You’re a big bad, and you got scared by me?” Dawn laughed.
“I’m just a little on edge right now,” Spike laughed. “Is there something you needed?”
“I was just wondering why you’re staring at my sister,” Dawn giggled.
“I’m not,” Spike said.
“Oh, so you’re checking out Xander now?”
“No!” Spike screamed.
“Okay, I was kidding, we all know you still have a thing for Buffy.”
“What if I don’t?”
“You know, for a guy who killed things and created havoc for a hundred years, you sure suck when it comes to lying.”
“Shut up,” Spike snapped.
“Spike, it’s okay that you have a thing for her. I mean, Xander had a thing for her at one point, but he got over it,” Dawn nodded.
“But what if I don’t want to get over it? What if I have a chance with her?”
“You do? Did she say something? Does she?” Dawn squealed.
“No, I mean, what if one day, I think, that I could have a chance with her,” Spike cried quickly.
“Then you really are not evil,” Dawn smiled at patted him on the back. “But keep dreaming,” she sighed and walked away.
“Always do,” Spike smirked.
* * *
Buffy stopped. She picked up a knife from the shelf and put it back down. She wasn’t doing a great job of watching the store while he was gone. She didn’t see why he couldn’t just close it while he went out. But she was there so it was her duty to make sure no one stole anything. She groaned. It was very boring-
“Slayer? Didn’t we have a date tonight?”
Buffy’s head whipped around to see Spike standing in the back. “Date?”
“Patrol, I meant, weren’t we supposed to patrol?”
“I guess so, but who’s going to be out there, Harmony?” Buffy laughed.
“Your not usually one to ignore a patrol.”
“Not unless there’s something I really need to do.”
Oh no, here it comes. I knew it; I knew she was drunk last night. “What is it pet?”
Buffy walked towards him.
“Buffy, it’s okay,” his hands were on her arms. “I understand.”
“But I haven’t said anything yet,” she frowned.
“I know, but I know what you’re going to say, and I understand that you aren’t really in love with me,” Spike nodded.
“I am.”
“What?” he frowned. He pinched his arm. “I’ve dreamt about this moment for a year Buffy, perhaps longer. Do you really?”
She nodded, cutting him off. “Sometimes, dreaming pays off.”
Neither one noticed that the front door opened.
“Buffy, I,” he began.
“I’m done talking,” she smiled. She leaned in and gently
kissed him. He smiled and pulled her back into his embrace.