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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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4,527
Reviews:
10
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Chapter 13
Summary: What happens to Spike (and Angel) after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I was making any money off of this, I would own a much better laptop!!!
Chapter 13
Dawn stared dazedly at Spike’s huddled form for a moment, then jumped to her feet and ran out of the room in tears. She tripped over nothing and fell to her knees, sobbing quietly. For a moment or two, she simply knelt there, helpless to stop crying out all her guilt, fear and frustration. When she realized the others would probably come after her soon, she finally forced herself to her feet. Staggering blindly toward some undecided destination, where hopefully the earth would open up and swallow her whole, she ran into a tall, blurry figure about halfway down the hallway and muttered, “Sorry, Xander.” Stepping to the side to go around him, she was surprised when he reached out and grabbed her arm, stubbornly preventing her from walking away.
“I don’t think you should be alone if you’re just going to blame yourself for what just happened,” Angel said firmly. “It wasn’t your fault Dawn. And don’t call me Xander!” He added with a chuckle.
Dawn looked up at him in surprise, then looked back at her room and back at Angel. “Huh? But you were…how…” She wiped at her eyes, trying uselessly to hide the fact that she’d been crying, and he seemed willing to play along with her pretense.
“Hello? Vampire? Why can’t you people ever remember that?” He teased gently. Then, he frowned thoughtfully and studied her face for a moment. “You look exhausted, Dawn.” Wrapping his arm around her, he began leading her toward Xander’s room.
“Angel…” She protested weakly. “I really don’t want to talk right now.”
“We’re just going to go lay down for a little while, so you can rest.” He stated firmly, grabbing her arm and holding her hand in front of her face. “You’re shaking. I don’t think you should be alone right now.”
Dawn stared numbly at her undeniably shaky hand. “But…Spike…” She half-turned back toward her room, but Angel tightened his arm around her waist and continued dragging her down the hall, completely oblivious to her pathetic attempts to escape.
“He’s sound asleep. The others will let us know as soon as they come up with anything,” Angel promised. “You can’t help him if you run yourself ragged. I mean, look what happened to him when he did that for me.”
Dawn opened her mouth to protest some more, and let out a huge yawn. Covering her mouth in embarrassment, she sneaked a reluctant peek at Angel.
“Ha! See?” He smirked knowingly and opened the door of his temporary bedroom, pushing her inside. “I think using that energy had more of an effect on you than Willow expected. I should have known…” When she looked up at him anxiously, he shrugged sheepishly. “I bet you just need a little nap.” He smiled weakly, then lowered his voice and leaned toward her slightly. “To tell you the truth, I’m a little worn out myself. This is more walking around than I’ve done in…sheesh, I don’t even know how long. What day is this?” He rubbed his face wearily, and she noticed for the first time that he did look pretty run down.
“June 12th. Uh, or 13th,” Dawn frowned. “I think it’s the 13th.”
“It’s June?!” He gaped at her disbelievingly.
“Yeah, Spike was surprised by that, too.” She snorted, trying one last time to pull away from him.
“I guess time flies when you’re nearly dead. Er…deader than usual,” Angel grinned, pulling back the covers on the bed with his free hand as he easily held her in place. Looking at her sternly, he gestured for her to lay down. “Come on, I’m not letting you make yourself sick. I told Giles to come get us if anything happens.”
Dawn glared defiantly at him for a moment, then yawned again. Rolling her eyes at his triumphant smile, she stepped closer to the bed in defeat. “Uh, weren’t you all peely, gross, naked guy in this bed a little while ago?” She asked suddenly, hesitant to look too closely at the sheets.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Angel made a face and flipped the covers back up. “Extra blankets?”
“Hall closet,” Dawn nodded her head toward the door with a smirk. There was a quick blur of movement, and before she could make a move toward the door to try to escape, Angel was back with two of Buffy’s favorite fluffy chenille blankets. He spread them out on top of the bedspread, and once again motioned for Dawn to lay down. Sighing loudly, she obeyed, sinking into the pillows and accidentally letting out a soft moan of contentment. “I didn’t realize I was so tired.” She mumbled sleepily, rolling onto her stomach and burrowing into the pillows. If she’d known Xander had such a comfortable bed she would have pushed him and Buffy together ages ago…maybe he’d let her move in here now.
Angel cautiously eased himself down onto the bed, laying on his side with his head propped on his hand. Dawn noticed with relief that he stayed on top of the blankets. “You’ll feel much better after a little sleep.” He began stroking Dawn’s hair, and her eyes began drifting shut. “He didn’t mean anything by it, you know.” He whispered. “The demon was in charge, and it felt threatened. It wasn’t Spike talking. He asked me to make sure you know that.” The soft caress of Angel’s hand on her head was quickly lulling her to sleep. She suspected that was intentional, and a quick look at Angel confirmed it. He winked at her and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Just go to sleep, kiddo. It’s okay.”
“Kay,” Dawn murmured, too far gone to remind him that she wasn’t a kid anymore. She unconsciously snuggled closer to him as she drifted off to sleep, finding his cooler skin oddly comforting. Just as she fell asleep, she felt him shift and wrap his arm around her shoulders protectively, pulling her even closer. Too tired to fight it any longer, she slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I was making any money off of this, I would own a much better laptop!!!
Chapter 13
Dawn stared dazedly at Spike’s huddled form for a moment, then jumped to her feet and ran out of the room in tears. She tripped over nothing and fell to her knees, sobbing quietly. For a moment or two, she simply knelt there, helpless to stop crying out all her guilt, fear and frustration. When she realized the others would probably come after her soon, she finally forced herself to her feet. Staggering blindly toward some undecided destination, where hopefully the earth would open up and swallow her whole, she ran into a tall, blurry figure about halfway down the hallway and muttered, “Sorry, Xander.” Stepping to the side to go around him, she was surprised when he reached out and grabbed her arm, stubbornly preventing her from walking away.
“I don’t think you should be alone if you’re just going to blame yourself for what just happened,” Angel said firmly. “It wasn’t your fault Dawn. And don’t call me Xander!” He added with a chuckle.
Dawn looked up at him in surprise, then looked back at her room and back at Angel. “Huh? But you were…how…” She wiped at her eyes, trying uselessly to hide the fact that she’d been crying, and he seemed willing to play along with her pretense.
“Hello? Vampire? Why can’t you people ever remember that?” He teased gently. Then, he frowned thoughtfully and studied her face for a moment. “You look exhausted, Dawn.” Wrapping his arm around her, he began leading her toward Xander’s room.
“Angel…” She protested weakly. “I really don’t want to talk right now.”
“We’re just going to go lay down for a little while, so you can rest.” He stated firmly, grabbing her arm and holding her hand in front of her face. “You’re shaking. I don’t think you should be alone right now.”
Dawn stared numbly at her undeniably shaky hand. “But…Spike…” She half-turned back toward her room, but Angel tightened his arm around her waist and continued dragging her down the hall, completely oblivious to her pathetic attempts to escape.
“He’s sound asleep. The others will let us know as soon as they come up with anything,” Angel promised. “You can’t help him if you run yourself ragged. I mean, look what happened to him when he did that for me.”
Dawn opened her mouth to protest some more, and let out a huge yawn. Covering her mouth in embarrassment, she sneaked a reluctant peek at Angel.
“Ha! See?” He smirked knowingly and opened the door of his temporary bedroom, pushing her inside. “I think using that energy had more of an effect on you than Willow expected. I should have known…” When she looked up at him anxiously, he shrugged sheepishly. “I bet you just need a little nap.” He smiled weakly, then lowered his voice and leaned toward her slightly. “To tell you the truth, I’m a little worn out myself. This is more walking around than I’ve done in…sheesh, I don’t even know how long. What day is this?” He rubbed his face wearily, and she noticed for the first time that he did look pretty run down.
“June 12th. Uh, or 13th,” Dawn frowned. “I think it’s the 13th.”
“It’s June?!” He gaped at her disbelievingly.
“Yeah, Spike was surprised by that, too.” She snorted, trying one last time to pull away from him.
“I guess time flies when you’re nearly dead. Er…deader than usual,” Angel grinned, pulling back the covers on the bed with his free hand as he easily held her in place. Looking at her sternly, he gestured for her to lay down. “Come on, I’m not letting you make yourself sick. I told Giles to come get us if anything happens.”
Dawn glared defiantly at him for a moment, then yawned again. Rolling her eyes at his triumphant smile, she stepped closer to the bed in defeat. “Uh, weren’t you all peely, gross, naked guy in this bed a little while ago?” She asked suddenly, hesitant to look too closely at the sheets.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Angel made a face and flipped the covers back up. “Extra blankets?”
“Hall closet,” Dawn nodded her head toward the door with a smirk. There was a quick blur of movement, and before she could make a move toward the door to try to escape, Angel was back with two of Buffy’s favorite fluffy chenille blankets. He spread them out on top of the bedspread, and once again motioned for Dawn to lay down. Sighing loudly, she obeyed, sinking into the pillows and accidentally letting out a soft moan of contentment. “I didn’t realize I was so tired.” She mumbled sleepily, rolling onto her stomach and burrowing into the pillows. If she’d known Xander had such a comfortable bed she would have pushed him and Buffy together ages ago…maybe he’d let her move in here now.
Angel cautiously eased himself down onto the bed, laying on his side with his head propped on his hand. Dawn noticed with relief that he stayed on top of the blankets. “You’ll feel much better after a little sleep.” He began stroking Dawn’s hair, and her eyes began drifting shut. “He didn’t mean anything by it, you know.” He whispered. “The demon was in charge, and it felt threatened. It wasn’t Spike talking. He asked me to make sure you know that.” The soft caress of Angel’s hand on her head was quickly lulling her to sleep. She suspected that was intentional, and a quick look at Angel confirmed it. He winked at her and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Just go to sleep, kiddo. It’s okay.”
“Kay,” Dawn murmured, too far gone to remind him that she wasn’t a kid anymore. She unconsciously snuggled closer to him as she drifted off to sleep, finding his cooler skin oddly comforting. Just as she fell asleep, she felt him shift and wrap his arm around her shoulders protectively, pulling her even closer. Too tired to fight it any longer, she slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep.