Season 7 Spike
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Title: Just Dreaming
Rating: PG
Prompt: 118. Season 7 Spike
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Words: 394
Just Dreaming…
The salt laden breeze stung the cuts and grazes on her face but it also washed away some of the tension, some
of the dread and lurking fear of failure.
The sky was a dark blue, spattered with myriads of stars. If you looked up, you realised that their light had begun journeying before the first Slayer had been called. And the light that was leaving them now would arrive - well, she’d be long gone from the world, but would he?
She watched his thin strong hands dealing with ropes – he called them sheets, weird – and ducked her head as
the long wooden boom swung over as the little dinghy changed direction. “Where did you learn to sail?”
He shrugged. “No idea, pet. You pick up all sorts of skills in a century and more of living. I can ride a horse, play chess, bungee jump in the dark – hey, Slayer, I can sew. Some cuts and slashes need a few stitches!”
Buffy tried to think of any skills she‘d picked up recently. Hectoring, organizing, hoping – yes, but defeating the First was not on the list. She leant back and found his arm round her shoulders, like cold steel, but oddly comforting.
At last the black night sky faded to iron grey. Spike resisted the urge to move his arm, but he could sense the sun, just over the horizon - waiting. “Time to go home,” Buffy said wearily, sensing his unease. “But thank you for this, Spike. I needed the break.”
He watched the sail flapping gently, then filling again as the breeze caught it. He was worried that she seemed so tired. In all these years he'd never known her as exhausted as she was now and that scared him more than the First itself. “All that girlish chatter getting to you, Slayer?”
She didn‘t reply. Jeez, if only it was the noise the Potentials made that was the problem! She wondered what he would say if she told him the problem was sitting inches away from her? “We could always just sail on and on together,” she murmured at last. “Heading into the sunset.”
He turned, eyes sparkling in the last of the starlight and for one wonderful moment the choice was there - real, achievable. Then, in tandem, they smiled and shook their heads: the boom swung over again and the little boat arrowed in towards the sullen Californian shore.
Ends.
lilachighTitle: Just Dreaming
Rating: PG
Prompt: 118. Season 7 Spike
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Words: 394
Just Dreaming…
The salt laden breeze stung the cuts and grazes on her face but it also washed away some of the tension, some
of the dread and lurking fear of failure.
The sky was a dark blue, spattered with myriads of stars. If you looked up, you realised that their light had begun journeying before the first Slayer had been called. And the light that was leaving them now would arrive - well, she’d be long gone from the world, but would he?
She watched his thin strong hands dealing with ropes – he called them sheets, weird – and ducked her head as
the long wooden boom swung over as the little dinghy changed direction. “Where did you learn to sail?”
He shrugged. “No idea, pet. You pick up all sorts of skills in a century and more of living. I can ride a horse, play chess, bungee jump in the dark – hey, Slayer, I can sew. Some cuts and slashes need a few stitches!”
Buffy tried to think of any skills she‘d picked up recently. Hectoring, organizing, hoping – yes, but defeating the First was not on the list. She leant back and found his arm round her shoulders, like cold steel, but oddly comforting.
At last the black night sky faded to iron grey. Spike resisted the urge to move his arm, but he could sense the sun, just over the horizon - waiting. “Time to go home,” Buffy said wearily, sensing his unease. “But thank you for this, Spike. I needed the break.”
He watched the sail flapping gently, then filling again as the breeze caught it. He was worried that she seemed so tired. In all these years he'd never known her as exhausted as she was now and that scared him more than the First itself. “All that girlish chatter getting to you, Slayer?”
She didn‘t reply. Jeez, if only it was the noise the Potentials made that was the problem! She wondered what he would say if she told him the problem was sitting inches away from her? “We could always just sail on and on together,” she murmured at last. “Heading into the sunset.”
He turned, eyes sparkling in the last of the starlight and for one wonderful moment the choice was there - real, achievable. Then, in tandem, they smiled and shook their heads: the boom swung over again and the little boat arrowed in towards the sullen Californian shore.
Ends.
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Date: 2009-05-16 07:03 pm (UTC)Thank you for this!
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Date: 2009-05-16 10:26 pm (UTC)But they wouldn't.
They're heroes.
Poignant.
loved this piece
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