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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,698
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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CROSSROADS
DISCLAMER: (sorry forgot about that earlier...) Original BtVS characters belong to all mighty Joss all the other stuff is mine. Anyway no money is made by this story. I'm just having fun with it.
A/N
I discovered I really did think about why they were living in a Sunnydale after all. It's all here, in the 4th chptr!! :) I just forgot!
The name Grengetown is made up purely because I couldn't find good maps of US online. Sry. But the town does not matter I hope. It's supposed to be near California somewhere but no too close.
BTW, today, I'm going to make Spike do something he does not like! What will it be? Can you guess?? So if you detest song fictions, you have been warned. lol
Another warning. Some of my chapters will be childishly romantic, so beware!! But not this one yet..
Chapter 4
CROSSROADS
“Hey, give me that!” Willow was sitting on a couch fighting over popcorn bowl with Xander.
“Oh no you don’t! I made it and it’s mine.” Xander jumped up with a bowl in his hands but Willow managed to catch his sleeve at the last moment. It was a mistake – she was instantly covered with bowl’s content.
“Look what you did, guys!” Dawn whined, “Now I must go and do some for myself!” She was sitting on the carpet in front of TV making her usual puppy dog eyes when she wanted something.
“Oh come on kids! I’ll do it.” Buffy sighed and headed to the kitchen table of the motel room. Xander followed her with an empty bowl.
It was a morning movie fest for them. Later they were going shopping and then in the town's best club The Demon Lair. The local famous rock band was performing that evening.
It was their fifth week on the road. At one point slowly rebuilt Sunnydale started to feel like a prison for all of them so they decided for a long vacation. It was Dawn’s idea originally. She saw that her sister and friends were on the edge of giving up. She needed to do something about it and finally came up with an idea of a longer trip. She knew that they would have to return eventually and that the trip would help only if her friends wanted to be healed. But she contemplated that getting away from Sunnyhell which had been their mutual battlefield for years would do more good than bad anyway. Dawn still regretted leaving Rome. But the city didn't really suit Buffy and Willow was miserable in England. They both thought that coming back was a right thing to do. They were wrong. Or were they? Dawn thought that the place didn't really matter. They weren't moving on mentally and the same scenery didn't help. Staying put seemed to just making them sink deeper into the swamp of their past.
They had all lost something that was reminded to them constantly even by “new and better” Sunnydale. Buffy mourned her lost love and peaceful future as a family person. The news about Spike choosing a life without her made her lose all resolve about what she wanted. She had stopped searching meaning in her life, she just ticked on. Transformation from an old cob-webbed grandfather's clock into a practical watch on some traveler's wrist made a difference though. Different places kept her entertained enough and every day she said to herself: “I will think about it tomorrow.”
Willow had been broken since Tara’s death but it wasn’t the only reason she felt lost. Constant fight with her addiction was tiring her out. Kennedy hadn’t helped the matters either. With manipulative self-confidence Kennedy seemed to think that she was the only one who knew exactly what Willow needed. She wanted to make every decision for her starting with her breakfast and which classes to choose to more important issues like future job and even sometimes she even tried to tell her whom she should hang out more with. Willow had to escape Sunnydale.
It didn’t strike at first but Xander was the one who had changed the most. He had lost one of his beautiful eyes and he had lost Anya to the Hellmouth. He was still good looking brunette who talked a lot. His constant need of attention that made him babble and joke endlessly often with lack of deeper meaning had ceased some. But most of the change was inner. The loss he experienced made him think differently about himself and life around him. He had seen his selfishness in his relations with Anya and ignorance toward Spike. He would do a lot of things differently now given a second chance. Sometimes he stood looking for sun to set and played some scenarios through in his head. What if he wouldn’t do this or that? What if he did the third thing instead...
But nothing helped to ease the sorrow. Often when he went home from work in the evening he would see a girl ahead of him looking just like Anya from behind. He would increase his pace, catch her hand and look at her. But it was never her. He knew it couldn’t be but he had to look anyway. He missed her so, so much!
His companions were thinking that he was mostly over her because he never talked about her and lead pretty normal life. He even dated when he got a chance. It turned out there were girls who actually thought of Xander as romantic hero with his eye patch.
“So, you guys ready to go?” Xander was in his best dark blue shirt, “Do I look great or what? With this new eye of mine, I could finally have a chance to get a date!” He had gotten glass eye purely because it was more convenient than wearing a band that messed up his hair.
Girls giggled as they got into a car to drive to the club.
* * *
After leaving Italy and more importantly Sue, Spike travelled from place to place. Somehow he never got to be too long away from California. Never crossed state’s border though. Finally he ended up in a neighbouring state in a small town called Grengetown. It's nightlife suspiciously reminded him of Sunnydale. In three nights his fears (or hopes?) were confirmed – the town had it's hellmouth.
For the first time in a while he knew what was he for! He started patrolling. As he knew he would never be Buffy's ally again he found comfort in fighting her fight elsewhere This was a town for him, so he sticked around. After disaster with Sue – he actually let her to grow attached to him – he tried not to engage himself in anything. Never talked to same person twice, never went to same bar again too often. No strings, no problems. Other people got into troubles because of him. He tended to cause bad things. Spike didn't want that to happen again. And he didn't deserve to be loved. He couldn't let anyone to do that.
But now he got himself into another mess! The last was a particularly nasty night for him. He’s soul was nagging at him again – all these people he killed to feed or for fun. And her. He had hurt her and made her feel filthy. And then... the bathroom! Oh how could he forget the incident in the bathroom? Spike got more drunk than he usually did that evening. Stalked few bars, the third song in some second class karaoke bar was the last thing he remembered. Well he drank to forget, didn’t he? But in the morning he found a strange piece of paper in his pocket. Did he make some kind of a promise?
Wednesday, 11am
345 St Martin Street 86
Metal Glare
He was really curious, the time made it highly unlikely it was a love affair he had started in the bar. And what the hell was The Metal Glare?? He studied the city map and decided that it was pretty safe to go there through the sewers. If the place was more glass than walls then... He shrugged.
That's how it begun. He didn't really know why he agreed to help them out. Maybe he had deprived himself from any human relations for far too long? He sensed he was needed and he couldn't bring himself to say no.
Spike was nervous as he quickly walked to his Harley. It was his debut night. At some level in his mind he knew he could do it but nicotine in his lungs wasn't helping to sooth his nerves anymore. He needed a drink. A stonge one!
* * *
The bassist was getting more nervous every minute. The show was supposed to start in 15 minutes, club was crowded and they had their lead singer missing.
“Where the hell is he?” he yelled.
The keyboard player – Ray he was called - was massaging his wrist he injured the day before while bowling. He hoped it wouldn't be too painful to play. “Calm down, Jeb” he said, “he said he will be here and he will.”
“It's easy for you to say,” Jeb snarled, “I'm the one who will have to ravage my voice if he lets us down.”
It was true that he was great guitarist but a poor singer. He was forced to sing for some months while they searched a new singer 'cause just anyone wouldn't do. They found him by accident really. It was when they were celebrating Ray's birthday raiding from bar to bar. By the morning they entered a small place where karaoke was sang. There was only few patrons left and an old rock ballade was on. When they heard the voice they all felt sober a little bit. Guy wasn't too shy and was willing to come to their rehearsal. Ray thought he agreed 'cause he was bored nuts. Or just pissed. They actually gave him a piece of paper with address and the date, so he couldn't say he forgot. Now they had been rehearsing for two weeks to get everything perfect for The Metal Glare to appear in The Demon's Lair.
The door opened. Jeb’s head jerked up hopefully, “Oh, it’s you, Alex,” he looked disappointed. Drummer snorted but said nothing. He usually talked only if he really had to. Then the door opened the second time.
“God, man, where have you been!” the relief was evident on Jeb's face. Newcomer only grinned evilly and showed a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Hey, are you drunk?” Now it was Ray's turn to get worried. How the fuck is he supposed to sing if he's drunk? Little did he know about Spike's drinking ability.
**
that's all for today. want more?? review!
A/N
I discovered I really did think about why they were living in a Sunnydale after all. It's all here, in the 4th chptr!! :) I just forgot!
The name Grengetown is made up purely because I couldn't find good maps of US online. Sry. But the town does not matter I hope. It's supposed to be near California somewhere but no too close.
BTW, today, I'm going to make Spike do something he does not like! What will it be? Can you guess?? So if you detest song fictions, you have been warned. lol
Another warning. Some of my chapters will be childishly romantic, so beware!! But not this one yet..
Chapter 4
CROSSROADS
“Hey, give me that!” Willow was sitting on a couch fighting over popcorn bowl with Xander.
“Oh no you don’t! I made it and it’s mine.” Xander jumped up with a bowl in his hands but Willow managed to catch his sleeve at the last moment. It was a mistake – she was instantly covered with bowl’s content.
“Look what you did, guys!” Dawn whined, “Now I must go and do some for myself!” She was sitting on the carpet in front of TV making her usual puppy dog eyes when she wanted something.
“Oh come on kids! I’ll do it.” Buffy sighed and headed to the kitchen table of the motel room. Xander followed her with an empty bowl.
It was a morning movie fest for them. Later they were going shopping and then in the town's best club The Demon Lair. The local famous rock band was performing that evening.
It was their fifth week on the road. At one point slowly rebuilt Sunnydale started to feel like a prison for all of them so they decided for a long vacation. It was Dawn’s idea originally. She saw that her sister and friends were on the edge of giving up. She needed to do something about it and finally came up with an idea of a longer trip. She knew that they would have to return eventually and that the trip would help only if her friends wanted to be healed. But she contemplated that getting away from Sunnyhell which had been their mutual battlefield for years would do more good than bad anyway. Dawn still regretted leaving Rome. But the city didn't really suit Buffy and Willow was miserable in England. They both thought that coming back was a right thing to do. They were wrong. Or were they? Dawn thought that the place didn't really matter. They weren't moving on mentally and the same scenery didn't help. Staying put seemed to just making them sink deeper into the swamp of their past.
They had all lost something that was reminded to them constantly even by “new and better” Sunnydale. Buffy mourned her lost love and peaceful future as a family person. The news about Spike choosing a life without her made her lose all resolve about what she wanted. She had stopped searching meaning in her life, she just ticked on. Transformation from an old cob-webbed grandfather's clock into a practical watch on some traveler's wrist made a difference though. Different places kept her entertained enough and every day she said to herself: “I will think about it tomorrow.”
Willow had been broken since Tara’s death but it wasn’t the only reason she felt lost. Constant fight with her addiction was tiring her out. Kennedy hadn’t helped the matters either. With manipulative self-confidence Kennedy seemed to think that she was the only one who knew exactly what Willow needed. She wanted to make every decision for her starting with her breakfast and which classes to choose to more important issues like future job and even sometimes she even tried to tell her whom she should hang out more with. Willow had to escape Sunnydale.
It didn’t strike at first but Xander was the one who had changed the most. He had lost one of his beautiful eyes and he had lost Anya to the Hellmouth. He was still good looking brunette who talked a lot. His constant need of attention that made him babble and joke endlessly often with lack of deeper meaning had ceased some. But most of the change was inner. The loss he experienced made him think differently about himself and life around him. He had seen his selfishness in his relations with Anya and ignorance toward Spike. He would do a lot of things differently now given a second chance. Sometimes he stood looking for sun to set and played some scenarios through in his head. What if he wouldn’t do this or that? What if he did the third thing instead...
But nothing helped to ease the sorrow. Often when he went home from work in the evening he would see a girl ahead of him looking just like Anya from behind. He would increase his pace, catch her hand and look at her. But it was never her. He knew it couldn’t be but he had to look anyway. He missed her so, so much!
His companions were thinking that he was mostly over her because he never talked about her and lead pretty normal life. He even dated when he got a chance. It turned out there were girls who actually thought of Xander as romantic hero with his eye patch.
“So, you guys ready to go?” Xander was in his best dark blue shirt, “Do I look great or what? With this new eye of mine, I could finally have a chance to get a date!” He had gotten glass eye purely because it was more convenient than wearing a band that messed up his hair.
Girls giggled as they got into a car to drive to the club.
* * *
After leaving Italy and more importantly Sue, Spike travelled from place to place. Somehow he never got to be too long away from California. Never crossed state’s border though. Finally he ended up in a neighbouring state in a small town called Grengetown. It's nightlife suspiciously reminded him of Sunnydale. In three nights his fears (or hopes?) were confirmed – the town had it's hellmouth.
For the first time in a while he knew what was he for! He started patrolling. As he knew he would never be Buffy's ally again he found comfort in fighting her fight elsewhere This was a town for him, so he sticked around. After disaster with Sue – he actually let her to grow attached to him – he tried not to engage himself in anything. Never talked to same person twice, never went to same bar again too often. No strings, no problems. Other people got into troubles because of him. He tended to cause bad things. Spike didn't want that to happen again. And he didn't deserve to be loved. He couldn't let anyone to do that.
But now he got himself into another mess! The last was a particularly nasty night for him. He’s soul was nagging at him again – all these people he killed to feed or for fun. And her. He had hurt her and made her feel filthy. And then... the bathroom! Oh how could he forget the incident in the bathroom? Spike got more drunk than he usually did that evening. Stalked few bars, the third song in some second class karaoke bar was the last thing he remembered. Well he drank to forget, didn’t he? But in the morning he found a strange piece of paper in his pocket. Did he make some kind of a promise?
Wednesday, 11am
345 St Martin Street 86
Metal Glare
He was really curious, the time made it highly unlikely it was a love affair he had started in the bar. And what the hell was The Metal Glare?? He studied the city map and decided that it was pretty safe to go there through the sewers. If the place was more glass than walls then... He shrugged.
That's how it begun. He didn't really know why he agreed to help them out. Maybe he had deprived himself from any human relations for far too long? He sensed he was needed and he couldn't bring himself to say no.
Spike was nervous as he quickly walked to his Harley. It was his debut night. At some level in his mind he knew he could do it but nicotine in his lungs wasn't helping to sooth his nerves anymore. He needed a drink. A stonge one!
* * *
The bassist was getting more nervous every minute. The show was supposed to start in 15 minutes, club was crowded and they had their lead singer missing.
“Where the hell is he?” he yelled.
The keyboard player – Ray he was called - was massaging his wrist he injured the day before while bowling. He hoped it wouldn't be too painful to play. “Calm down, Jeb” he said, “he said he will be here and he will.”
“It's easy for you to say,” Jeb snarled, “I'm the one who will have to ravage my voice if he lets us down.”
It was true that he was great guitarist but a poor singer. He was forced to sing for some months while they searched a new singer 'cause just anyone wouldn't do. They found him by accident really. It was when they were celebrating Ray's birthday raiding from bar to bar. By the morning they entered a small place where karaoke was sang. There was only few patrons left and an old rock ballade was on. When they heard the voice they all felt sober a little bit. Guy wasn't too shy and was willing to come to their rehearsal. Ray thought he agreed 'cause he was bored nuts. Or just pissed. They actually gave him a piece of paper with address and the date, so he couldn't say he forgot. Now they had been rehearsing for two weeks to get everything perfect for The Metal Glare to appear in The Demon's Lair.
The door opened. Jeb’s head jerked up hopefully, “Oh, it’s you, Alex,” he looked disappointed. Drummer snorted but said nothing. He usually talked only if he really had to. Then the door opened the second time.
“God, man, where have you been!” the relief was evident on Jeb's face. Newcomer only grinned evilly and showed a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Hey, are you drunk?” Now it was Ray's turn to get worried. How the fuck is he supposed to sing if he's drunk? Little did he know about Spike's drinking ability.
**
that's all for today. want more?? review!