The Light Of Life
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,317
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,317
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: N/a
Current rating: C for cheerful
Stepping into the airport after arriving, Buffy took a real quick look around. Nothing. Well then again what had she been expecting? Streamers? Balloons? Cake? Well then again, cake would be a rather nice touch. With those little rosettes…Before Buffy’s imagination could create the perfect cake however, the image of her very last cake flashed through her mind. The vanilla frosted piece of delight, falling to her feet, violently slashed with her mother’s blood.
…maybe cake wouldn’t be so nice.
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Wesley watched the wide range of emotions float over Buffy’s face as she peered around the British airport. Hunger. Delight. Terror. Sadness. Quietly he shook his head. Wesley had seen the files, and had the barest idea of what Buffy was going through. She had lived through one of the most gruesome murders in recent American history. The things Hank Summers had done to those people… it was almost unexplainable. Of course the FBI had theories. They had sent St. Julian’s a file on it, which was passed out to almost any personnel that would come in contact with Buffy. He hadn’t had a chance to read it yet, he thought to on the plane, but it wasn’t until he had boarded that he realized even mentioning the murder was out of the question. Let alone reading the file with all those lovely pictures, right beside the possibly violent psychotic.
Breaking away from his thoughts, Wesley almost smiled down at the petite blonde who was bouncing on the balls of her feat, waiting for his attention.
“Yes Miss Summers?” He asked in his clipped British tone.
“Pudding.” She stated simply, looking him in the eye. Voicelessly she translated everything Wesley needed to know about how and why this pudding was so very important to her.
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As soon as she said it Buffy saw Wesley visually soften towards her.
“Why, yes, yes of course just hold on a second.” He stuttered looking around the busy lobby.
For a second, Buffy was confused, the man he had called Gunn was standing behind her, so who else could he possibly be looking for? After a moment, Buffy mentally did a “Der der der.” And realized that someone like her wasn’t going to just travel light with Gunn and Wesley. And at the same time no one wanted to startle her, so there were secret-y agents. Buffy smirked. Looking around a second time she noticed a man in a very blatant tropical shirt following them as they started to move toward the gift shop. Stopping, she turned around and walked towards him. Holding out her hand.
“Hello,” She tried to smile. “I’m Buffy.”
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Riley Finn was most definitely shocked, err delighted to meet her. Reaching out his hand, he grasped hers and shook it.
“You must be one of the body guards who are under cover so not to like… spook me or anything.” She continued almost cheerily.
“Umm…” Looking into her eyes Riley saw there was no point in denying it, chuckling he responded. “Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Lets see, Hawaiian print, very nice and very duh for secret under cover dudes. It would have almost worked if you say, looked British, but sadly you look just about as American as apple pie. And secondly, even if you got the Brit part right, that briefcase? With that shirt? Common now… seriously.” She ticked off the points on her fingers.
“Umm yeah.” Riley blushed.
Buffy noticed he looked upset. “Oh don’t worry, its not you, I’m just a sharp cookie.” Turning she started to walk back towards the laughing Wesley and confused Gunn. Riley trailing behind her. “Well, I don’t think I’m a cookie so much as cookie batter, or perhaps just a cookie baking bowl right now, ya know? Like as you grow up you slowly turn into cookies. You have to have people come and influence you, adding ingredients, like flour and sugar, and chocolate chips. Which personally I think stand for love, cause you know, mmmm candy right?” She babbled as she walked out of the building with the three men, waving at other very obvious agents, and looping her arm through Riley’s arm. Looking up at him she smiled. Then reached for his top shirt button. Popping it open she slipped her arm down his shirt and started fishing around. Finally she pulled it back out with a cord. Speaking into the obvious walkie-talkie equipment she asked politely. “Hey there, can someone please grab my bags. We’re on a tight schedule here I’m told, and we still need to stop by the store for pudding ingredients. Thanks!”
Wesley and now Gunn laughed as they slid into the waiting car, with Buffy and Riley behind them.
A/N: Buffy is cheering up yayyyyy right? Yeah. Totally. Well some of you kids want spikey boy back in the mix. Well gimme a few, I'll write as fast as i can, but he won't come in for a few mor chapters i think... we'll see.
Reviews are the tums to my heartburn.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: N/a
Current rating: C for cheerful
Stepping into the airport after arriving, Buffy took a real quick look around. Nothing. Well then again what had she been expecting? Streamers? Balloons? Cake? Well then again, cake would be a rather nice touch. With those little rosettes…Before Buffy’s imagination could create the perfect cake however, the image of her very last cake flashed through her mind. The vanilla frosted piece of delight, falling to her feet, violently slashed with her mother’s blood.
…maybe cake wouldn’t be so nice.
******************************
Wesley watched the wide range of emotions float over Buffy’s face as she peered around the British airport. Hunger. Delight. Terror. Sadness. Quietly he shook his head. Wesley had seen the files, and had the barest idea of what Buffy was going through. She had lived through one of the most gruesome murders in recent American history. The things Hank Summers had done to those people… it was almost unexplainable. Of course the FBI had theories. They had sent St. Julian’s a file on it, which was passed out to almost any personnel that would come in contact with Buffy. He hadn’t had a chance to read it yet, he thought to on the plane, but it wasn’t until he had boarded that he realized even mentioning the murder was out of the question. Let alone reading the file with all those lovely pictures, right beside the possibly violent psychotic.
Breaking away from his thoughts, Wesley almost smiled down at the petite blonde who was bouncing on the balls of her feat, waiting for his attention.
“Yes Miss Summers?” He asked in his clipped British tone.
“Pudding.” She stated simply, looking him in the eye. Voicelessly she translated everything Wesley needed to know about how and why this pudding was so very important to her.
******************************
As soon as she said it Buffy saw Wesley visually soften towards her.
“Why, yes, yes of course just hold on a second.” He stuttered looking around the busy lobby.
For a second, Buffy was confused, the man he had called Gunn was standing behind her, so who else could he possibly be looking for? After a moment, Buffy mentally did a “Der der der.” And realized that someone like her wasn’t going to just travel light with Gunn and Wesley. And at the same time no one wanted to startle her, so there were secret-y agents. Buffy smirked. Looking around a second time she noticed a man in a very blatant tropical shirt following them as they started to move toward the gift shop. Stopping, she turned around and walked towards him. Holding out her hand.
“Hello,” She tried to smile. “I’m Buffy.”
******************************
Riley Finn was most definitely shocked, err delighted to meet her. Reaching out his hand, he grasped hers and shook it.
“You must be one of the body guards who are under cover so not to like… spook me or anything.” She continued almost cheerily.
“Umm…” Looking into her eyes Riley saw there was no point in denying it, chuckling he responded. “Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Lets see, Hawaiian print, very nice and very duh for secret under cover dudes. It would have almost worked if you say, looked British, but sadly you look just about as American as apple pie. And secondly, even if you got the Brit part right, that briefcase? With that shirt? Common now… seriously.” She ticked off the points on her fingers.
“Umm yeah.” Riley blushed.
Buffy noticed he looked upset. “Oh don’t worry, its not you, I’m just a sharp cookie.” Turning she started to walk back towards the laughing Wesley and confused Gunn. Riley trailing behind her. “Well, I don’t think I’m a cookie so much as cookie batter, or perhaps just a cookie baking bowl right now, ya know? Like as you grow up you slowly turn into cookies. You have to have people come and influence you, adding ingredients, like flour and sugar, and chocolate chips. Which personally I think stand for love, cause you know, mmmm candy right?” She babbled as she walked out of the building with the three men, waving at other very obvious agents, and looping her arm through Riley’s arm. Looking up at him she smiled. Then reached for his top shirt button. Popping it open she slipped her arm down his shirt and started fishing around. Finally she pulled it back out with a cord. Speaking into the obvious walkie-talkie equipment she asked politely. “Hey there, can someone please grab my bags. We’re on a tight schedule here I’m told, and we still need to stop by the store for pudding ingredients. Thanks!”
Wesley and now Gunn laughed as they slid into the waiting car, with Buffy and Riley behind them.
A/N: Buffy is cheering up yayyyyy right? Yeah. Totally. Well some of you kids want spikey boy back in the mix. Well gimme a few, I'll write as fast as i can, but he won't come in for a few mor chapters i think... we'll see.
Reviews are the tums to my heartburn.