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Talk To Me
Yeah, I’m not actually following the
events that occur right after Him,
cause I’m not. And I’m sentimental. So there. Thanks to everyone for their
feedback. I know this is fluff, but it’s grey outside, and Novembery, and the
show makes me sad for Spike sometimes, so this is what I had to do.
Candlelight flickered as Giles stood
to say a few words.
“It's been a hard year for many of
us. Yet, here we all are, together. I'm very happy to be with you all again on
this silly American holiday.” Giles grinned when Buffy laughed. “Sharing our
lives with our friends and our family is far stronger than anything that world
out there can do to us. Our riches are at this table with us today, and they
are here in spirit as well. To Joyce. To Tara. To all of us and our loved ones,
near and far." Giles lifted his glass. Anya, Willow, Xander, Dawn, and Buffy lifted
“Isn’t it too early for Christmas
movies?” Xander said, glancing at the television as he joined Buffy and Dawn in
the living room.
“It’s never to early for It’s A
Wonderful Life,” Dawn admonished, laying back on the sofa with her hands resting
on her very full stomach.
“You guys want anything from the
kitchen? There’s pie left.”
“No more pie. No more food,” Buffy
“It was excellent, as usual,” Xander
said. Thanks, Buffy.”
“Always,” she smiled up at her
Giles came in, sipping a glass of
wine. “Buffy, I do believe you’ve outdone yourself. Dinner was excellent.”
“Aw, you’re only saying that because
Giles smiled at her and sat down,
stretching his legs out. “Willow and Anya have clean-up duty under
control, so I am going to finish my wine and dread going back to England this weekend.”
“I thought you loved going back to
the mother country, Giles,” Dawn said.
“I do love England, and I am needed there, more so
than here at this point, but I don’t like leaving all of you. And by taking
Spike with me, I’m afraid your defenses will be down and I’m not…”
“Wait, what?” Dawn said, looking
from Buffy to Giles. Buffy looked at stunned as she did.
“Surely Spike told you…” Giles said,
staring at Buffy. She shook her head slowly.
“I haven’t seen him since you’ve
been here,” Buffy said. “He hasn’t been patrolling, and I told him to come here
today but he… he said no, for some reason.”
Giles frowned. “Oh. Well, he’s
agreed to work with us there for the time being. We need to determine whether
he’s involved with certain prophesies, and it’s almost impossible to do so
without him there, working directly with the Council. And getting him away from
the Hellmouth… considering what happened to him in the basement, it does make sense.”
“But you said things are happening
everywhere, Giles. Not just here,” Buffy said, standing up abruptly. They all
looked at her, confused.
“I just think we need as much
strength in Sunnydale as possible,” Buffy offered, rather lamely.
“This sounds crazy, but I’m gonna
miss our poker nights, “ Xander sighed. “Good times.”
“Now I feel kinda bad I told him he
couldn’t come here for Thanksgiving,” Dawn grumbled.
“You what?” Buffy said, turning
sharply toward her sister. “When did you do that? And why? What did he ever do
to you except try to help you?”
Dawn swallowed. “I… I’m sorry.”
“Giles, when did you talk to him?”
Buffy demanded. Giles looked up.
“Yesterday. It was quite
illuminating, as a matter of fact. I think he’s looking forward to getting
“Well, why wouldn’t he? We treated
him like dirt when he first came back. All of us. Especially me.”
“What were we supposed to do? Throw
a parade?” Dawn said, incredulous.
“No! I mean… I don’t know.” Buffy
sank back down onto the sofa. When she spoke it was almost to herself. “I tried
to tell myself getting a soul was no big deal. But we all know it is, and I’m
tired of trying to act how all of you think I should act. I’m tired of
pretending Spike’s the same old Spike because he isn’t. I’m tired of
pretending…” Buffy’s voice trailed off.
Xander stood up and walked over to
Buffy. He looked at her, then smiled. “Here.” He took a key off his key chain
and handed it to her. “In case he won’t let you in. Go talk to him. Go tell
Buffy stood up, his eyes bright with
tears. “I don’t know what to say to him.”
Xander gave her a hug. “Tell him
you’ll miss his chili.”
Buffy laughed. “Why? Why are you
Xander shrugged. “I’m chock full of
surprises. Besides, he has changed. I’ve
had to live with the guy. Oh, sure, playing kick-the-Spike was fun for a while,
but I’ve decided to take up a new hobby. It’s called letting you live your
Buffy hugged Xander fiercely. She
looked at Dawn, who was looking down at her hands. Then she looked at Giles,
who only smiled at her.
“Food,” Buffy said suddenly. “He
needs food. I wanted him to come here for Thanksgiving. I doubt he’s ever had a
good Thanksgiving dinner.” Buffy ran into the kitchen, where Willow and Anya were discussing spells.
“Whatcha doin, Buffy?” Willow asked, watching her friend pull out
a paper plate and some aluminum foil.
“Making a care package. For Spike.”
Buffy looked at Willow and Anya. “Spike, alright! Spike!
I’m not letting him go away. We need him here. I need him here. With me. Okay?
How do you like that? Huh?” She stood posed, hands on hips, ready for battle.
Willow raised her eyebrows. “Uh, that’s
nice, Buffy. Don’t forget to cut him a slice of pie.”
“Yes, the apple is better than the
pumpkin,” Anya added. Willow glared at her.
“It is not! I made that pumpkin from
“Willow, I saw the bakery box in the trash.
You bought it, you know you did. And I think it was stale.”
“You guys don’t think it’s weird
that I’m doing this?” Buffy asked.
“Oh, please,” Anya said. “I just
wish you would tell him you’re in love with him already and get it over with.”
“You’re such a romantic, Anya,” Willow deadpanned. She looked at Buffy,
who was looking at them with shock.
“Buffy, it’s kind of obvious, to
everyone with, you know, eyes, that you are crazy about Spike.”
Willow and Anya nodded in unison.
“Well, why the hell didn’t anyone
tell me?” Buffy demanded.
With one hand precariously holding the plate of
leftovers, Buffy pounded on Xander’s door with the other.
“I know you’re in there!” Buffy shouted. “I have a
key and I’m not afraid to use it!” She pounded some more.
Suddenly the door swung open. “It wasn’t locked,”
Spike said, drying his hair with a towel.
“Oh.” Buffy said. “I knew that.” After staring at his
naked torso for a second, she walked past him into the apartment.
“What’s that?” Spike answered, pointing at the bag
Buffy spun around and glared at him. “I can’t believe
you’d even consider going to freaking England. You can’t go! They have… they have
really lousy cable channels, and bad food, and the weather sucks, and they
don’t even have Thanksgiving!” With that, Buffy shoved the bag at him. Spike raised
his eyebrow quizzically at her, then peeked inside.
“You brought me food?”
“It’s Thanksgiving dinner, not just food. I’m a good cook. You’re not supposed
to just sit alone on Thanksgiving and drink warm blood. That’s really
“I watched the Great Pumpkin,” Spike offered. Buffy almost
hit him out of habit but managed to restrain herself.
“You want to sit on the sofa and take a few deep
breaths or something?” Spike asked.
Buffy ignored him, pacing around the kitchen. “You
chose to just sit by yourself here. I invited you into my home to be among
friends on a very important American holiday! I don’t care what Dawn said. I
pay the mortgage so I get the majority vote. She had no right to tell you not
“Don’t be mad at her.”
“I’m not. I’m mad at you, you stupid… vampire.”
“No need for name calling,” Spike said, watching her
with steady amusement.
“You know, you should
go to England. I don’t even think I like you
anymore,” she said, crossing her arms.
“When did you like me, pet?” Spike asked quietly,
Buffy stared at him in shock. “What a stupid
“Is it?” Spike stepped close to her, their faces
inches apart. “When the hell did you like me? When I was trying to kill you?
Stalk you? Rape you? When I kept trying to tear you away from your friends when
you were depressed?”
“Oh, right. You were just my favorite person EVER
last year. And now you’re trying to tell me that that’s still you? You’re still
that same person that did all those things? You’re telling me having a soul
changes nothing?” Buffy’s voice grew louder and angrier, her fists clenched to
“What did it change? What?” Spike yelled.
“Obviously nothing. You’re still a psycho, and you’re
“Buffy, please, for your sake, go away. It’s useless.
Every time we’re together we end up fighting or…”
“Or what?” Buffy prompted when Spike cut himself off.
He stared at her, then his eyes drifted to her lips. It pissed her off how much
she wanted to touch him. She stepped even closer.
“No, no. I’m going. I’m going to England with Giles.” He pulled back
suddenly. He walked away from her but she followed close behind.
“So everything we’ve been through these past months
since you’ve been back has meant nothing to you? You’re just going to throw it
all away?” she shouted. He turned suddenly and she almost slammed into him.
“Buffy, I’m kidding myself. Being here. Doesn’t help
you. Doesn’t really help anyone. We’re nothing but bad for each other.”
“What did you say?”
“I said, bullshit!” She circled him and pushed her
index finger into his chest. “We don’t know what we’re like together now. Now
that it’s all different. And I am not going to let you leave until I find out.
Not again. And I have feelings for you that are confusing and wonderful and you
still have feelings for me.”
A long silence stretched between them. Their eyes met
and held, until finally Spike looked away.
“I thought I did, but I don’t. I’m sorry.” Spike’s
expression was passive.
Buffy pushed him up against the door, her hands on
his chest. They stared at each other and Buffy couldn’t breathe, was almost too
scared to move for fear he was telling her the truth. Slowly, she leaned in and
rested her cheek on his chest, burying her head into the crook of his neck. Her
arms wound around him slowly, hesitantly, and she closed her eyes, breathing in
the scent of him. It felt like coming home.
“You’re a liar,” she whispered.
When Spike finally put his arms around her, she
breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart was pounding and she realized she was
shaking a little. Or, rather, a lot.
am,” he finally responded. His hands were in her hair, his lips pressed against
the top of her head. “Yes, I am.”
“Mmm?” His fingers ran over her bare
“I have something to tell you,” she
whispered into his neck. He drew her closer to him.
“What’s that, love?”
“It’s something I’ve wanted to tell
you for a long time.” She felt his body freeze up in anticipation.
“You don’t have to say it. Don’t say
She kissed his shoulder. “You don’t
even know what it is I’m going to say.”
“I’m afraid of what it is.”
“No need to be afraid. Not anymore.”
She traced the outline of his features with her finger.
“Go on, then,” he sighed, but she
heard the hope and anticipation in his voice. “Say it.”
God, she loved this man, she thought
“I just wanted to tell you how much…
how much I love… Thanksgiving.”
And then she couldn’t help it. She
“You are in deep, deep trouble,” he
announced, rolling on top of her. She squealed with laughter and he stopped her
with a kiss.
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