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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
4,534
Reviews:
10
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Chapter 20
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.
Chapter 20
“What happened to Willow?” Dawn asked nervously, sitting up straighter.
“We’re not sure, exactly,” Angel admitted quietly. “She just kind of…disappeared… after she and Giles did the spell to teleport Faith here with the Mohra.”
“So that’s how she got here so fast!” Dawn exclaimed triumphantly. “I knew something didn’t add up there!” When both vampires looked at her with thinly veiled amusement, she blushed and mumbled. “So, continue…did she disappear like ‘puff of smoke’ disappear or ‘run off into the night’ disappear?”
“Well, they finished the spell, and they were both pretty wiped out, so they went to lie down for a while in my room. When Giles woke up a few hours later, she was gone.” Angel shrugged. “We were all pretty distracted, getting the demon out of the building, making sure Spike was okay, and cleaning up your room. No one saw her leave, but that doesn’t really mean she didn’t just walk out.”
“Nobody’s heard from her? What if something…took her?” Dawn asked worriedly.
“Giles has been looking for weeks, but there’s no sign of her anywhere. None of our contacts in the demon world have heard a thing. She’s just gone.” Spike shrugged helplessly. “Althenea doesn’t know where she is, but the psychics in the coven agree that she’s not sick, injured, or dead. She’s just nowhere to be found.” He sighed frustratedly.
“She feels guilty because we made you so much sicker,” Dawn groaned, remembering her last conversation, or rather, confrontation with Willow. “She’s slipped dimensions again to avoid us.”
Angel buried his face in his hands, rubbing his face wearily and mumbling, “I still can’t believe she can do that.” He sighed. “How can someone block out everyone in the world just to avoid dealing with their mistakes?” He asked earnestly when he looked back up at them.
“Hey, maybe when she comes back she can teach you how, Peaches.” Spike joked weakly. No one laughed.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable, heavy silence, Dawn asked curiously, “Uh, not to sound ungrateful, but why aren’t I in the hospital? Isn’t that where all the good little coma patients usually go?”
“Who said you were a good little coma patient?” Spike winked playfully, then ducked when she balled up a fist and waved it threateningly at him. Grabbing her hand, he kissed her knuckles and murmured. “You were the perfect patient, baby. I just meant you weren’t exactly in a coma.”
“You were asleep,” Angel explained patiently, smiling slightly over the younger vampires antics. “Buffy brought in one of the Council’s doctors when it became pretty obvious that you weren’t going to wake up after the first day or so. We didn’t know how to explain to an…uh, unenlightened doctor why a healthy, uninjured teenage girl had gone into hibernation.”
“Hibernation?” Dawn giggled. “I thought I was a Key, not a bear.”
“It’s the closest explanation he could give for what was wrong with you. You put so much of yourself into saving me…” Spike’s voice cracked and Dawn saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “You almost killed yourself, Dawn. Your body had to shut down so it could recharge.” His arms tightened around her for a moment and he buried his face in the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. “Another few seconds…if Buffy hadn’t pulled you away from me…I’d have lost you.”
“I almost died?” Dawn asked quietly, leaning heavily into Spike’s embrace as a chill swept through her.
“Very nearly,” Angel answered uncomfortably. “Your heart nearly stopped for a moment after Buffy pulled you away, and your breathing slowed way down. Your vitals came back to normal after a minute or two, but everyone was beginning to think you would never come out of it, except Spike, Buffy and Althenea.” He admitted sheepishly.
“I guess that’s why I feel like I was frozen in liquid carbonite,” Dawn muttered, to break another long, awkward silence which followed this confession, then looked up in horror. “You guys didn’t let Andrew in here, by any chance?”
Spike winced and looked up guiltily. “Only for a little while. Just to shut him the hell up.” He added irritably, rolling his eyes. “Sorry, luv. He was driving me crazy!”
“So you sacrificed my sanity to save your own? If I end up building my own light saber, I’m totally using it on you,” Dawn pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Oh, come on…you know Spike’s sanity is a lot more fragile then yours, Dawn.” Angel observed, winking at Spike, who snorted scornfully, but then nodded sheepishly, making it very difficult for Dawn to maintain her angry demeanor.
Just then, they heard a loud commotion in the living room. Spike’s eyes widened comically and he instantly grew serious. “Uh, it looks like Xan and the little…um…Dawn, there’s something you should know about your sis…” He spoke quickly as Buffy’s excited voice began quickly drawing nearer.
“Now what? Is she sick? Did she grow a second head?” Dawn grumbled. “I’m sick of surprises!”
“Uh, maybe you’d better just close your eyes for the next four months or so,” Angel snickered quietly, and Spike slapped him upside the head.
“Shut up, you! I’m trying to warn her before she sees Buffy so she won’t…” Spike hissed at his Sire ferociously.
Dawn paid attention to this exchange with only a small portion of her mind. The remainder of her mental functions seemed to shut down when her sister ran into the room, with Xander hot on her heels. “Buffy? You got fat?!” She exclaimed, bursting into helpless, slightly hysterical giggles. Spike had her really worried for a minute there, but the fact that her sister appeared to have majorly overindulged in the last few weeks was hardly seemed worth mentioning. She was so happy to see that there was nothing seriously wrong that she couldn’t help the giddy laughter that rose up in her chest.
“So she wouldn’t say something like that…” Spike sighed tiredly, throwing up his hands in disgust as Buffy burst into tears.
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I hate this chapter, because I don't like so much exposition all at once, but I just couldn't see Dawnie not wanting to be filled in...
Edited a bit for continuity 1/21/06
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.
Chapter 20
“What happened to Willow?” Dawn asked nervously, sitting up straighter.
“We’re not sure, exactly,” Angel admitted quietly. “She just kind of…disappeared… after she and Giles did the spell to teleport Faith here with the Mohra.”
“So that’s how she got here so fast!” Dawn exclaimed triumphantly. “I knew something didn’t add up there!” When both vampires looked at her with thinly veiled amusement, she blushed and mumbled. “So, continue…did she disappear like ‘puff of smoke’ disappear or ‘run off into the night’ disappear?”
“Well, they finished the spell, and they were both pretty wiped out, so they went to lie down for a while in my room. When Giles woke up a few hours later, she was gone.” Angel shrugged. “We were all pretty distracted, getting the demon out of the building, making sure Spike was okay, and cleaning up your room. No one saw her leave, but that doesn’t really mean she didn’t just walk out.”
“Nobody’s heard from her? What if something…took her?” Dawn asked worriedly.
“Giles has been looking for weeks, but there’s no sign of her anywhere. None of our contacts in the demon world have heard a thing. She’s just gone.” Spike shrugged helplessly. “Althenea doesn’t know where she is, but the psychics in the coven agree that she’s not sick, injured, or dead. She’s just nowhere to be found.” He sighed frustratedly.
“She feels guilty because we made you so much sicker,” Dawn groaned, remembering her last conversation, or rather, confrontation with Willow. “She’s slipped dimensions again to avoid us.”
Angel buried his face in his hands, rubbing his face wearily and mumbling, “I still can’t believe she can do that.” He sighed. “How can someone block out everyone in the world just to avoid dealing with their mistakes?” He asked earnestly when he looked back up at them.
“Hey, maybe when she comes back she can teach you how, Peaches.” Spike joked weakly. No one laughed.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable, heavy silence, Dawn asked curiously, “Uh, not to sound ungrateful, but why aren’t I in the hospital? Isn’t that where all the good little coma patients usually go?”
“Who said you were a good little coma patient?” Spike winked playfully, then ducked when she balled up a fist and waved it threateningly at him. Grabbing her hand, he kissed her knuckles and murmured. “You were the perfect patient, baby. I just meant you weren’t exactly in a coma.”
“You were asleep,” Angel explained patiently, smiling slightly over the younger vampires antics. “Buffy brought in one of the Council’s doctors when it became pretty obvious that you weren’t going to wake up after the first day or so. We didn’t know how to explain to an…uh, unenlightened doctor why a healthy, uninjured teenage girl had gone into hibernation.”
“Hibernation?” Dawn giggled. “I thought I was a Key, not a bear.”
“It’s the closest explanation he could give for what was wrong with you. You put so much of yourself into saving me…” Spike’s voice cracked and Dawn saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “You almost killed yourself, Dawn. Your body had to shut down so it could recharge.” His arms tightened around her for a moment and he buried his face in the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. “Another few seconds…if Buffy hadn’t pulled you away from me…I’d have lost you.”
“I almost died?” Dawn asked quietly, leaning heavily into Spike’s embrace as a chill swept through her.
“Very nearly,” Angel answered uncomfortably. “Your heart nearly stopped for a moment after Buffy pulled you away, and your breathing slowed way down. Your vitals came back to normal after a minute or two, but everyone was beginning to think you would never come out of it, except Spike, Buffy and Althenea.” He admitted sheepishly.
“I guess that’s why I feel like I was frozen in liquid carbonite,” Dawn muttered, to break another long, awkward silence which followed this confession, then looked up in horror. “You guys didn’t let Andrew in here, by any chance?”
Spike winced and looked up guiltily. “Only for a little while. Just to shut him the hell up.” He added irritably, rolling his eyes. “Sorry, luv. He was driving me crazy!”
“So you sacrificed my sanity to save your own? If I end up building my own light saber, I’m totally using it on you,” Dawn pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Oh, come on…you know Spike’s sanity is a lot more fragile then yours, Dawn.” Angel observed, winking at Spike, who snorted scornfully, but then nodded sheepishly, making it very difficult for Dawn to maintain her angry demeanor.
Just then, they heard a loud commotion in the living room. Spike’s eyes widened comically and he instantly grew serious. “Uh, it looks like Xan and the little…um…Dawn, there’s something you should know about your sis…” He spoke quickly as Buffy’s excited voice began quickly drawing nearer.
“Now what? Is she sick? Did she grow a second head?” Dawn grumbled. “I’m sick of surprises!”
“Uh, maybe you’d better just close your eyes for the next four months or so,” Angel snickered quietly, and Spike slapped him upside the head.
“Shut up, you! I’m trying to warn her before she sees Buffy so she won’t…” Spike hissed at his Sire ferociously.
Dawn paid attention to this exchange with only a small portion of her mind. The remainder of her mental functions seemed to shut down when her sister ran into the room, with Xander hot on her heels. “Buffy? You got fat?!” She exclaimed, bursting into helpless, slightly hysterical giggles. Spike had her really worried for a minute there, but the fact that her sister appeared to have majorly overindulged in the last few weeks was hardly seemed worth mentioning. She was so happy to see that there was nothing seriously wrong that she couldn’t help the giddy laughter that rose up in her chest.
“So she wouldn’t say something like that…” Spike sighed tiredly, throwing up his hands in disgust as Buffy burst into tears.
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I hate this chapter, because I don't like so much exposition all at once, but I just couldn't see Dawnie not wanting to be filled in...
Edited a bit for continuity 1/21/06