Journeys Part Three: Revelations (Draft)
Sequel to Journeys Part Two: Awakenings; part of Journeys Series
(((Decide how this scene would work with
what Giles did or didn’t tell Buffy, and make certain he doesn’t tell her
anything that will screw up Buffy’s trip to L.A. too much.)
“Yeah?” Oh, god. “Buffy?”
“Yeah. How are you?”
“Good. I’m good.” How about you?”
“I’m good too. Well, okay, anyway.
“Yeah, I heard that.” But not from you. He didn’t say it, but
the words hung there; hovering somewhere in the wires and electronics that made
up the miracle of telephone communication.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she began.
“You know you’re never a bother.”
“Yeah, well, you might change your mind
when you hear why I’m calling.”
And, with that, he knew. He knew what
she was going to ask him. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to go looking for Spike
so she could talk to him.
“It’s... Actually, it’s Spike. I was
wondering if you’d seen him.”
doesn’t know he’s here.
She’s just in the process of looking for him. Why was she looking for him? Why
the hell was she looking for him?
And why hadn’t Giles told her that he was here? “Any particular reason you’re
looking for Spike, Buffy?” His voiced was laced with a mixture of anger and
hurt and maybe a few other things. He was certainly feeling a lot of different
things. Could she hear any of that?
“I don’t know how much you know about
what’s been going on here. Spike – he’s been helping out quite a bit. Even, you
“Willow told me a little,” Angel
“Well, he has been.”
God, she sounded so impersonal, he
thought. And so – remote.
“And, um, well, he took off a couple of
weeks ago. He told Dawn he was going to L.A. That he had business there. I
“I haven’t seen him, Buffy.”
He disliked lying to her, but Angel felt
he had little choice. Spike had claimed Sanctuary. Along with the expectation
of protection, or at least freedom from being killed, Sanctuary, in his mind,
implied a desire for secrecy, or at least for privacy. Besides, Giles knew
perfectly well where Spike was. Why was the Watcher keeping that information to
himself? Unless Spike had, for some reason, told Giles he wouldn’t be staying
at the Hyperion. Still…
“I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your
eyes open for him. He can’t – with the chip in his head, he can’t defend
himself against humans. And you know how he tends to attract trouble.”
Her voice conveyed a mixture of concern
and something approaching – god – a fond amusement. Angel swallowed. Fury and
hurt battled to headline his list of emotions. What the hell was going on?
“I’ll do that,” he said, managing to
keep his voice even. “Goodbye, Buffy.”
Spike. Reviled spawn.
No. Not mine. Never mine. Dru made him.
Why the hell had Spike claimed
He’d taken pride in the steps he’d taken
to get past his vampire roots, but that pride has always been mingled with
shame. He was a vampire. It’s what he was. Was there no way to incorporate that
with not being completely evil? Angel was well aware that he was anathema to
other demons, his very existence a thorn in their collective sides. But
Sanctuary… He’d been shocked to hear the words fall from Spike’s lips. And
furious. Which, he suspected, was the very reason Spike had used them. His boy
had always known how to push his buttons. ‘Course he’d always been pretty good
at pushing Spike’s as well. Sanctuary went to the deepest part of him, his
blood. Their blood. Aurelius. He could deny his nature from now through
eternity, but some things went too deep to overcome. Aurelius. Pride. Power. No
matter that he constantly struggled not to act on his vampiric nature. He still
was. Vampire. Other. And he was
Aurelius. That was him, his blood, his heritage. He never spoke of it, but it
was in him, running thickly in his veins. Aurelian blood. Try to explain this a
little better. Spike and Angel didn’t have much to do with their Aurelian
heritage. But it was in their blood. Even on the rare occasion they openly
denied that their heritage meant anything to them, they could look into each
other’s eyes and know they were both lying. Their mutual hatred for The Master
had made it easier to deny it though.
He and Spike had only ever really
related on a few very basic levels. Abuse. Domination.
It had been
brewing. There was really no question about that. Buffy walked down the hall of
the school in the direction of the Principal’s office. She was cringing inside,
remembering how often her mother had had to make this walk in order to meet
with one of her principals. Had she
felt this terrible mixture of fear, anger and embarrassment?
cutting classes, burning down the gym. The list of her infractions had been
long and varied. Not to mention the number of times per week it had been
updated. God, her ‘permanent record’ folder must be a foot thick. She probably
had her own file drawer. The Buffy Summers ‘Take A Look at This Loser’ File
Drawer. Had it been transferred from the old school? Oooh – maybe it had blown
up during that whole Mayor Wilkins apocalypse thingy. She would live in hope.
never tried smoking, so she was pretty sure her record didn’t include that, and
she couldn’t really remember if she’d ever been accused of stealing. Perhaps
Dawn just wanted to create her own unique record of delinquency. Establish her
own identity, so to speak. Aside from getting suspended for swearing at a
teacher just after she’d discovered she was the key, Dawn’s record had been
relatively clean. To this point.
was already there, seated across from Principal Davis. Her expression was
mutinous, and her arms were crossed, but Buffy saw the color rush into her face
when she came into the room, and Dawn refused to meet her eyes.
barely spoken to her since Spike had left town. The few times she had deigned to speak, her words had been biting
and sarcastic, her tone laced with anger. Even, Buffy was afraid, hatred. She’d
refused to do anything around the house, and she barely came out of her room.
She’d even been mean to Tara when their friend got back to town. And it was
really hard to be mean to Tara. So Buffy was taking the whole Ticked Off Dawn
scenario pretty seriously. She knew a long mom type talk was looming, and she
was dreading it. She just wasn’t good at talking about stuff. She never had
been. Oh, she’d had her moments, probably the most notable of which was trying
to talk Angel out of greeting the sun on the bluff overlooking Sunnydale that
morning of the miraculous snow. But for the most part, sharing her deepest
feelings was not a strong Buffy, er, strength type thing.
Davis’, call me Steven, um, no thank you, words washed over her. Stole
the cigarettes and a few other things, from a local convenience store, skipped
class a dozen times since school had resumed after winter break, hanging out
with some of the less desirable elements, mouthed off to three of her teachers,
using very interesting and creative language, smoking in the hall, in open
view, police had read her her rights...Court date. Three day suspension…
her head and eyed her sister. Boy, she was making up for lost time.
“We had a
crisis over the holidays,” Buffy finally injected, interrupting the
ever-lengthening list of her sister’s failures as a human being. “A – close
friend disappeared. Dawn’s been pretty upset about it. Some of this might be
due to that.”
Davis raised his brows.
“I know it’s
not an excuse. But, um, it might explain some of it. She’s had a lot to deal
with this last year – with our mom, and, well, some other things.” It was hard
to explain the whole key/hell god/end of the world situation to most people.
Even in Sunnydale.
realize I’ll have to inform Social Services of this incident?”
you’ll do what you have to. Can I take Dawn home now?” Buffy stood up, anxious
to leave. She’d hoped to never enter a principal’s office again after
graduating herself. You would’ve thought destroying the high school would have
helped make that dream come true, but there always had to be something,
some loophole, didn’t there? In this case another whole school…
Dawn pov: ? right now it jumps back and forth…
silence they treated each other to on the long walk home wasn’t broken until
they entered their house. When Dawn started up the stairs, Buffy’s words pulled
her to a stop.
“I think we
need to talk, young lady.”
my mom, so you can drop the act.”
“No. But if
you keep this up, you’ll have a new mom. A foster mom. And you’ll be living
with her. Is that what you want?”
silent, but her expression clearly revealed her horror at the thought. Then her
face hardened. “I’m sure it would make you a lot happier.”
you think that?”
“I know you
don’t love me. I’m just a problem you have to deal with. One of many. Just one
more thing to fit into your ‘Why the hell did my friends drag me back to life?’
true, Dawnie.” Pain clutched at Buffy’s chest. Is that really how Dawn felt?
She’s a teenager, Buffy reminded herself. She was displaying a typical teenage
reaction, and was also striking where it hurt most, a teenage strength.
lie to me!”
you’re upset about Spike...”
“Can we talk
about this calmly?” Buffy asked. Her head was beginning to throb.
“I doubt it,”
back her angry retort, forcing her tone to remain calm. She could at least try
to act rationally. After all, she was supposed to be the adult. And how come
she hadn’t gotten a say in that? She didn’t think she was anywhere near ready.
“Can we try?
Dawn sat down
on the sofa. Her back was rigid, her arms were folded again, and her face, as
mutinous as ever, was turned away from Buffy. They might just as well be back
in the principal’s office. But at least Dawn was still in the same room, and
sitting. Buffy considered it a step forward.
“Why don’t we
start with Spike? I think he’s the biggest part of our problem.”
“That night –
that last night before he left – when we had that fight...”
“He hit me.”
you?” Dawn’s eyes went wide. “He loves you! Why would he hit you?”
arguing and, um...”
Understanding dawned, and Dawn’s expression hardened again. “You hit him, and
he hit you back.”
But...” Buffy drew a deep breath. “The chip didn’t fire, Dawnie.”
“I guess it’s
okay,” she reassured her sister. “It’s working alright, and he didn’t try to feed
on anyone or anything. He wanted you to know that.”
talked to him?”
went to see him in L.A. They had the chip tested and stuff, ‘cause there was
some confusion… They weren’t sure why it didn’t fire on me.”
told me he was in L.A. He said Spike wanted me to know he was okay. And the
chip – it’s okay, too? It works?”
why would Giles not tell Dawn about the chip? Spike
specifically asked him to.
sent a message for her, she thought with a mental pout. Of course, she
hadn’t expected him to, and it was completely unreasonable for her to feel
hurt. She still did, though.
“So, um, why
didn’t it work on you?”
dragged me to the hospital for a complete physical – and you know how I love
hospitals – and then he and Tara topped off that lovely experience with this
whole big buncha other – experiences. Tests. They didn’t tell me why, of
course, until after they were done. Just told me they wanted to make sure I’d
come through getting resurrected alright. But they couldn’t find anything wrong
with me. And they said I’m still human. So I guess that’s good, right?”
at her in mutinous silence.
shrugged. “Well, I thought it was good. Tara thinks the ‘cosmic forces’ just
scrambled me around a little, and got Spike’s chip all confused.”
that explanation was a little non-specific, that it didn’t feel right, but
since she had no idea what had happened, it was as good an explanation as any.
“So why’d you
have to hit Spike this time? We went to the movie, had ice cream.
Everything was going pretty good it seemed to me. I suppose you just decided –
Hey! I haven’t hit Spike since I got back! I better take care of that! That’d
be about your speed, right? After all, he’s just a thing, right?” Like me, Dawn added to herself. She remembered Buffy
telling her Spike was ‘a thing’. It wasn’t so very long after their mother had
called her ‘a thing’. Maybe she and Spike
were just destined to be ‘things’
“I found out
he drank blood from my dead body,” Buffy stated baldly, tensing up at Dawn’s
Dawn’s mouth fell open.
“It’s just so
– I don’t know how he could do that.”
Dawn angrily defended her friend.
“He so did
not! We were all right there. I think we would have noticed if he picked you up
and started gnawing away on your neck. Besides, your –” her voice broke. “—your
body was laying in the sunlight and Spike couldn’t…” Tears came into Dawn’s
eyes, and she angrily wiped them away. “Spike couldn’t…” The tears returned,
and started falling down her cheeks. “He was trying to get to you, and he…”
her face with her hands, as she forced back sobs. She was too angry to let go
and allow herself a good cry right now, but
sometimes it seemed like the horror of that night, of those early
morning hours would never leave her. Buffy’s body, so still. Willow and Tara
clinging to one another, sobbing, Xander, burying his face against Anya’s
throat, unable to look after the first shocked viewing of his friend’s body. Giles,
frozen, as if he would never move again, and then being forced into movement
when Spike’s sobs ended, and he rose from his knees to try to get to Buffy. Giles,
grabbing him, restraining him, the two of them struggling. The blood covering Spike’s
face, and his eyes screaming even though no sound was coming out of his mouth…
“Giles asked Spike
to go with me to the hospital,” she went on, fighting against the devastating
memories. She hadn’t had a nightmare about that night for more than a month
now. She didn’t want them to start again. They always made her feel like she
wanted to die.
Like she should have.
It was supposed to have been her. She was supposed to have jumped. Sometimes she
wondered if the whole future of the world was forever screwed up because she’d
let her sister persuade her to let her jump in her place.
“The sun was
already coming up, and Giles stayed with – with you until the ambulance came.
He met us later at the hospital.”
Dawn’s hand, stroking it softly. Even though Dawn was angry with her, she
accepted the offered comfort.
“I just don’t
understand why he would say he did, if he didn’t. That makes no sense.” It was
obvious Dawn was telling the truth, and Buffy was honestly confused.
“Are you sure
he said he drank from your dead body?” Dawn was far from ready to forgive her
sister. Sarcasm started to creep back into her voice as she pushed bad memories
away. She pulled her hand away from Buffy’s. “You probably just heard what you wanted
to hear. It’s always so easy for you to think the worst of him.”
exactly,” Buffy had to admit. “He said he tasted my blood after I –”
face flamed red. God, how dense am I? Dawn asked herself. I should have seen that one coming a mile
at her. “What – ? Dawn, what do you know about this?”
The lie was
obvious. “I wanna know. Now.”
Wow! Good mom
voice, Buffy congratulated herself, even in the midst of the serious
conversation. Dawn must have thought so too, because the words began tumbling
out of her mouth so quickly that Buffy could hardly keep up.
“It was me. I
gave it to him. He was dying, Buffy. If you could have seen him, maybe you’d
understand what it was like. They tried. They tried to get him to eat, and he
couldn’t – he couldn’t keep anything down. It was eeeww, hurling blood, not
that it was a lot because he could only take a sip or two before spewing, but,
God, Buffy. Geesh, even Xander tried for god’s sake, bringing him human blood from
Willie’s which wasn’t any better and, Giles... Giles offered to let him drink
from his own arm. But even that didn’t work, and Spike was withering away. He
looked like a skeleton, and if you could have seen him...
would you care anyway? Of course you wouldn’t.
“But I did.
He’s my best friend. And I wasn’t gonna lose anyone else. Cause, you know,
after mom dying, then you, I’d pretty much had enough of the whole people dying
and leaving me thing. And I wasn’t gonna lose Spike too. And there it was –
your blood, sitting in the freezer. You weren’t gonna need it – hello, dead?
And I thought maybe, ‘cause he loved you, and you were the Slayer – big blood
power for vamps, right? – and stuff, that maybe your blood would be different.
That he’d be able to drink it. That it might save him.
“And it did.
“And I’m not
sorry. I’m not, and nothing you say is gonna make me sorry I gave him your
blood to try to save his life, or that it worked. So now you can use that as
another reason to hate me, and him, too I suppose, but I still won’t be sorry.
I’ll never be sorry.”
Buffy felt as
though she couldn’t move, as shock rocked through her. When Dawn started to get
up, Buffy, being careful not to use her ‘I
save the world Slayer strength’, tugged her back down.
Dawn tried to
pull away, but Buffy’s voice soothed her. “Shhh. Just hold on a minute, okay?
Her odd tone
gave Dawn pause, and she sat still, waiting.
“Tell me what
happened to Spike, Dawn.”
“I just did.
He was dying. The others wouldn’t let me see him. Gotta protect ‘the kid’,
right?” she scoffed. “None of them cared that I cared about him. I was
just supposed to sit in my room, I guess. But I saw enough when I found him,
and… I snuck in to see him a couple of times, so I knew a lot about what was going
on. Some of it, anyway.”
“But I don’t
– what was wrong with him?”
knows. Or at least nobody bothered to tell ‘the kid’. Maybe they thought it was
too scary or important for my delicate ‘kid’ ears. Anya told me they did all
kinds of research on it, trying to find out what might be wrong with him, but
that they couldn’t find anything. She just thought he was in mourning, but when
she tried to tell the others that, no one paid any attention to her. Like
usual. So she dropped it. And it’s not like she really knew for sure, anyway.”
at her sister. There were a whole truckload of issues they needed to talk
about. And they would. They had to. But…
kinda bugging me that he’s not out there. You know, on the roof, every night.”
went wide. Then, slowly, a very small smile curved her lips. She knew her
sister. This was a huge admission. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Me, too. When he first
started doing it, I thought it was kinda weird. But I, um, kinda liked it,
too.” Dawn looked at her hands. “He really does like me, you know. And not just
because I’m your sister.”
“I know,” Buffy
“And he sorta
likes all the parts of me. You know, even the parts that aren’t so – well,
nice, I guess. You know, when I get mad at someone, like, um, dad. He doesn’t
think that makes me bad, or, er, evil or anything.
doesn’t laugh at me when I talk about, um, stuff, with him. He just kinda
listens to me. And he doesn’t make fun of me like some of my friends do. You
know, when I read a lot, or um, write a little poem or something. He thinks
that’s totally not weird or anything. I told him some stuff one night about
being an artist so I could leave something personal behind after I die. Do you
know how my friends would look at me if I said something like that? Total
freakazoid, believe me.
he’s the only person I really feel comfortable with. I suppose you think that’s
really weird.” Dawn hunched her shoulders. “Sometimes, I think it’s kinda weird
too.” Dawn paused. “Have I used ‘weird’ enough times in the last minute?”
smiled. Should she tell her sister that since she’d come back Spike was the
only one she felt comfortable with?
“I mean, I
know he’s a vampire. And, er, stuff. But it doesn’t seem to matter. You know
how he was with me when I found out I was the key? When we, um, broke into the
Magic Box?” Dawn glanced up at Buffy, waiting for the angry words to start, but
Buffy just nodded. “I was, you know, kinda wigged.”
“And he tried
to tell me, that night even, that it didn’t matter…” Dawn squeezed her hands
tightly between her knees. “But I didn’t listen to him. Just like I didn’t
listen to you and mom. Then one day I was at his crypt, and he told me it
didn’t matter where you started out…I kinda liked that idea. I could make
myself be real you know. Maybe. A real girl, be, you know, me. A person.
Maybe even kinda – normal.” She paused. “Not just green glowy energy.” She
looked up at Buffy again. “Did you ever stop and think that maybe I’m not
exactly human? Or completely human? Maybe Spike could have killed me all along.
Even with the chip. He must have known that, too. I mean, he thinks about
stuff. It probably occurred to him. But he never tried to hurt me. To even,
sorta test it out. He always seemed to kind of – I don’t know, like me,
“I think he
loves you,” Buffy told her. The admission didn’t surprise her greatly. It was
quite obvious that Dawn and Spike had some real ties, odd and unexpected though
their friendship might seem.
Dawn was confident. She knew Spike loved her. “I can feel it all the
time. Like a little light glowing inside me. Even if…” she paused, then went on
in a rush. “Glory told me the key was totally evil.”
remember, exactly. I just remember her saying it. She didn’t know I was the key
yet. But I wonder what I did. The key, you know. In the past. How evil was I?
Totally evil to someone like Glory must be pretty evil. And those knight guys
said I was created to destroy the world.” Dawn was staring at her hands again.
They were still pressed between her knees, and she was picking at the dark
purple fingernail polish on one of her thumbnails with the other thumbnail.
“You really can’t get much more evil than that. And I like – know – that Spike loves me even if I am
totally evil. ‘Cause that wouldn’t matter to him.”
“And he told
me I wasn’t evil – Spike did. That he
knew evil and I wasn’t it.” She paused. “Even when he knows things about me… He
still tells me those things don’t make me evil.” She raised her eyes to her
sister’s. “When we, um, couldn’t find Spike, and he didn’t come to the funeral,
I was so pissed at him. I, um…”
“When I went
to his crypt to look for him, I, um, had a stake with me.” Her voice trailed
off in a horrified whisper. “I was gonna kill him. I wanted to kill him, ‘cause
he’d let me down!”
Buffy sympathized. “It was a horrible time for you. I’m sure Spike would have
Dawn told her. “I, um, told him about it later. I felt so guilty, and I just
had to tell him…”
“I think he
was kinda proud of me,” Dawn admitted, and as their eyes met, neither Summers
girl could prevent a quick smile. That sounded like Spike.
knows you’re not evil, and so do I. Because you’re not.” Buffy went back to the
subject. Her voice was emphatic.
“But I was
Glory’s key. I, um, must have done something. Lots of things. She was evil, and
she needed me to help her do evil things.”
biting at a fingernail now.
“It bugs me
sometimes. To not know what I did in the past.”
thought of that.” Had she had time? Had she been legitimately too wrapped up in
the problems of Glory and her mother’s illness? Or was she just Self Involved
Girl, blind to a lot of things going on around her? Things she should notice? Buffy
sighed. Maybe it was a mixture of both.
if you can’t remember it, you’re not responsible for it.”
totally lame, Buffy,” she told her. “Just because a person can’t remember
something they did, wouldn’t mean they didn’t do it. It’s like – it’s like
saying if Spike got amnesia, he was never really a vampire or something. Or
because you were all fuzzy when you got back, you weren’t the Slayer then.”
that, it did sound pretty lame.
think it’s part of why me and Spike get along. We both used to be evil. And
now, maybe, not so much.”
“The monk guy
told me you were innocent, Dawn.”
Summers girl looked shocked.
absolutely did. If I’d have known you were all worried about this, I would have
told you. We just never talked about a lot of this stuff.”
there was a lot going on,” Dawn was forced to admit.
“Maybe it was
when they reformed you, remade you with my blood. Maybe it was like a whole
Summers cleansing thing, washed all the evil away.” Buffy made a whooshing
gesture, and her tone was light. She wanted to reassure Dawn, make her feel
better. She also knew she needed to talk to Giles. It seemed they should spend
some time looking into Dawn’s history a little more deeply. Her sister
obviously had a lot of questions and fears about her past. What the Key was, or
“Maybe the whole Summers cleansing thing
worked on Spike too. You know, when he was remade with your blood.”
Buffy stared at her, stunned to hear
such a thought come from a fifteen year old girl. She had no idea how to reply
to that statement, so she said nothing.
“I’m gonna go start my homework,” Dawn
said, standing up. She hitched her schoolbag onto her shoulder. “Um, Buffy?” Dawn
waited until her sister looked up at her.
about getting in all that trouble,” she mumbled.
“I know,” Buffy
assured her. “Oh, just so you know?
The smoking stops now.”
unbelievably gross. And I wasn’t inhaling anyway, because – Gack! – so the
others kids were giving me major crap.”
“Glad to hear
it, President Clinton.” Buffy paused, then went on more seriously. “But, Dawn?”
“We need to
be really careful. I don’t want Social Services to have any more ammunition. I
don’t want them to take you away from me.”
“I don’t want
“I love you.”
widened, and Buffy could see the pleasure her words had given her.
“I love you,
grounded, you know.”
Dawn went up
the stairs, and Buffy stared after her. She loved her sister, deeply. She’d
always felt that Dawn was more than a sister, more than…
She needed to
get to know her a lot better.
perhaps Buffy should talk to Giles here
about looking into Dawn’s past a little more. She could be/should be thinking
about making things more normal for Dawn.
Has Buffy spoken to Xander???
Perhaps that can be something that Giles
imparts through inner observations. Her continuing hostility to everyone.
The little overhead bell jingled
happily, and Buffy was glad that Anya had removed the Christmas decorations
which had included numerous strands of jingle bells on the door of The Magic
Box. Whenever someone came in or left, they seemed to jangle endlessly. Not
feeling particularly ho-ho-ho, Buffy had found them really annoying.
She glanced up and froze.
“Hi,” Willow said quietly. Xander stood
beside her, his hand resting at the small of her back in a supportive gesture.
Buffy stood up, and took a step closer
to Giles, who was standing at one of the bookshelves. He came up behind her,
book in hand.
“Hi, Will,” she responded.
Willow never tanned much, but three
weeks cruising in the Caribbean had lent her skin a slightly golden sheen. Her
hair had been cut to just above shoulder length, and trimmed into a style that
suited her. Hair and skin-wise, she looked great, but she didn’t look rested or
happy. She looked stressed.
“Is it, um, alright if I come in?” she
“You weren’t studying Voodoo or
anything, were you?” Anya asked bluntly.
“No,” Willow replied, keeping her voice
even and calm.
“Ahn…” Xander warned.
“What?” Anya demanded, tired of his
constant defense of his old friend. “Voodoo is still big in the Caribbean, no
matter what some people might try to make you think. And she was seeing a
power-dealer. There are hundreds of them in that part of the world. She could
have been dealing her little heart out down there. You might trust Miss Big
Eyes to the end of the earth, but I don’t.”
Some Willow POV here? What is her mind
set at this point? Just sort of biding her time until she’s accepted back into
the circle? Still very angry inside?
Willow says something along the lines of
“I know you’re not ready for me to move back in, but I do want to.” And how the
hell would THAT work? Buffy wondered. TARA lived with her, and there was no way
she was going to ask the other girl to move out, nor was Tara in any way ready
or willing to take Willow back. Buffy is beginning to realize how much she
really likes Tara – her calming, soothing influence is almost – heavenly… Buffy’s
lips curved gently.
After being kicked out after the Rack
thing, she’s been furious with the lot of them, and she still felt that they
just wanted to hold her down, that they didn’t get it, that they were afraid of
her growing powers and resentful of her.
Does she actually talk to Buffy about
bringing her back and how she was so excited about it? That her growing powers
excited her? Maybe this would be better used when she’s feeling repentant…
Her parents weren’t a lot better. They’d
started to harp on her about the gang – Giles, that pervert who hung around
with kids half his age. Buffy the always in trouble Summers girl, who had led
their daughter into trouble herself, and Tara… Well, they were quite accepting
of alternative lifestyles, but what exactly had that young lady done to corrupt
her? And she was hardly the type that would be any help at all in getting on in
the world --- not exactly a social asset, was she?
If I want Buffy to have a chat with Giles
about Spike and stuff, this would be a good place.
This could begin in a Willow chat and
morph into a Spike chat. Decide if it should be here, or if it should be after
they run all the tests on her.
This spot may be more realistic, because
in Spike’s absence, she begins to rebuild her relationship with Giles and she
may then share with him.
Perhaps he admits that he knows that she
and Spike were lovers, or something…
I. She’s your bird. You tell her.” Oh god, he’d said that right in front of her, and she hadn’t
realized the implications. She’s your
“When I was with him, it was the only
time I felt…”
“Relaxed? At ease?” Giles suggested.
That had certainly been his impression.
“Yeah. But more. Warmth. Peace.
Comfort.” Her eyes met his steadily. “And, not that it was like it exactly, but
honestly? It was the closest thing…”
“Closest thing to what?” Giles asked,
his tone inviting confidences.
“To, um, heaven,” Buffy said very
softly. “To being back in heaven. Where I was…”
went still, his eyes revealing his shock. He sat down heavily in his chair, and
removed his glasses. He stared into her sad, old eyes, and his heart filled
with pain for her.
Continued in Chapter Four