Their
Gift
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Stories by Kit H. : Their Gift
Summary: A look at Buffy
and Spike's history, with a look to a possible future.
AUTHOR: Kit H.
EMAIL: vidprin@aol.com
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike
SPOILERS: Pretty oblique, but yes for Season 6 through
Dead Things.
DISCLAIMER. I own nothing. I worship the Great and Powerful Joss.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Not beta'd. Just a little something I whipped up on a rainy
and blue afternoon. Well meaning feedback is very welcome.
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This is where he fell. Despite
himself. So long ago now, he can barely remember a time when she wasn't the whole
universe to him. He still recalls the moment he realized he was in love. A dream
of kissing her he wanted to make real.
This is where she fell. Sacrificing herself. For her sister. For the world. So
long ago now, she can barely remember the girl she was before she dove from the
tower into the afterlife. She still recalls the moment she realized what the first
Slayer meant -- that death was her gift.
- - -
This is where she lay. At peace with herself. Her body under the cold, dark ground
while her soul soared heavenward. Finding bliss in tranquil eternity. Almost too
much happiness to bear.
This is where he lay. Torturing himself. His mind replaying the last moments of
her life over and over. Saving her again and again. Except for the one time that
counted. Finding agony in every moment without her. Almost too much heartbreak
to endure.
- - -
This is where she woke. A hard place. Filled with noise and pain and endless suffering.
A place she thought she'd escaped forever. A place where no one understood her.
Where she couldn't understand herself.
This is where he woke. A beautiful place. Filled with everything he could ever
desire, now that she was back. A place he thought he'd lost forever. A place where
hope lived anew. Where he could believe he was the one she needed.
- - -
This is where they kissed. A lonely alley. Music and magic in the air, breaking
down her resistance. Finding the fire in the last place she'd thought to look.
Feeling warmest in the secure circle of his cold, strong arms.
This is where they joined. A falling house. Passion and desire in the air, breaking
down the walls. Finding his heaven in the last place he'd ever dreamed possible.
Feeling the pleasure of her every bruising punch and biting kiss.
- - -
This is where he fell. A filthy alley. She would never be his girl. Blood stains
mark the spot where she beat him. But the dust here is barely disturbed. He could
have hurt her, but he'd changed. He put up no struggle.
This is where she cried. A cozy living room. She could never be his girl. Tear
stains on the pillow mark the spot where she spent a sleepless night. Tossing
and turning in turmoil. She should forget him, but she'd changed. She struggled
to know what it meant.
- - -
This is where she was lost. An empty crypt, abandoned by its occupant. Only echoes
of memories of time spent in his embrace. Joy and peace she'd thought she'd lost
for a lifetime. Now gone. Understanding had come to her too late. Love was his
gift. She ran, in search of it.
This is where he was lost. An empty grave, abandoned by its occupant. Only traces
of memories of times spent fighting and loving side by side. More happiness in
those days than in his whole lifetime. Over now. Saying goodbye before it all
turned to hate. Death was her gift. He waited for the sunrise, ready for it.
This is where they were found. A starlit clearing. Destiny in the air. She discovered
him here. Reached for him, held him, vowed to never let him go. Together now,
finding refuge from the world in shadows and surrender. In each other.
This was their gift. They made love until dawn, grateful for it.
The End
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Kit
H. - vidprin@aol.com