ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
210
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11,393
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182
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PEACE OFFERING
CHAPTER 91 – PEACE OFFERING
Once they got home, Buffy insisted on William sleeping it off.
William was being drunkenly sentimental, going on about Clem and her, and all their friends, and how wonderful everything was. He also tried several attempts to to get her to go to bed with him, but she refused.
"Why?" he pouted, attempting yet another grab at her, "don't you love me anymore?"
"Of course I do, but I don't go to bed with drunks," she'd told him.
"I'm not a drunk, I'm just drunk," William said, followed by more idiotic laughing.
"Look, I'll stay with you for a few minutes until you fall asleep, but I'm not doing anything with you, understand?"
He nodded, "Okay, I promish I won't compromish you in any way in my inebriated state. Or shouldn't that be I won't compromish you in your inebriated state? If you're not inebriated, you could compromish me, I don't mind."
"No, they'll be no compromise. It's either this or you can just go to sleep on your own, got it?"
"Got it," he said, contritely.
She sat up in the bed and he lay down with his head in her lap. She stroked his hair as he tried to get comfortable.
"The room ish spinning," he told her.
"I'm not surprised."
"Why'sh it spinning?"
"It's not spinning, your alcohol laden head is."
"Oh. Uh-oh," he said, struggling to sit up.
"What?"
"I think I'm going to be sick!" he said, as he started to get up.
Buffy was around the bed in a flash, guiding him to the bathroom. She held his head as he threw up into the toilet over the next 15 minutes, wiping his face and lips with a damp washcloth, as he sat on the bathroom floor waiting for the next round, until at last, all he was retchin up was bile.
"Stay here," she said and went to the kichen to get something for him to stop the throwing up.
"Take this, it'll stop you from throwing up anymore."
"Why didn't you give me this before?" he croaked, his throat raw from the acid that had washed up from his stomach.
"Because you needed to get that alcohol out of your stomach, now you've nothing left to throw up except stomach lining. Here, take it," she said, handing him a small pill.
"Think I'm going to throw this up, if I swallow anything down right now."
"Well, I'm willing to take that chance," she said.
"But it's my stomach,\ whi whined.
"Take the pill," she said sternly.
He gave her a dark look, then swallowed it with some 7-Up she'd poured.
"Let's get you back to bed, okay?"
He nodded, standing up unsteadily and leaning on her for support.
She tucked him into bed and pulled up the covers, "I don't think you need me in here right now. You'll be able to sleep now, but I'll check on you in about an hour."
"You're not going to sleep in here with me tonight?" he asked, surprise and sadness in his eyes.
"Of course I am," she said softly, stroking his forehead, "but it's way too early for me to go to bed right now, is all."
He nodded, relieved. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Nevermind that, you just get some rest, okay?"
"Okay," he said, closing his eyes. She could see him wince from the pain of having thrown up so much. She remembered a few times she'd tipped back too much with him at his crypt. Rather, with Spike, and how that felt after the drunkeness had worn off and she'd been riding the porcelain bus.
Buffy spent the next few hours restlessly trying to watch the television or read, but she couldn't get into anything she was seeing. She kept listening for William to make sure he was alright, between checking up on him every half hour.
Finally, she went out to the kitchen to see if there was anything in her cabinets that would be hangover-lite food for tomorrow. She was grateful when she found a couple of old boxes of jello in the back of one cabinet and some boullion in another. Jello, check. Instant boullion cubes, check. Aspirin, check. Alka-Seltzer, one free package that came in a magazine, check. She made the two kinds of Jellos and put them in the refrigerator to set.
She finally crawled into bed with a loudly snoring William about midnight. He’d been asleep for about 6 hours already.
Sometime around 3:00am, she woke up to him crying out from some nightmare he seemed to be having about being back in the hospital.
“William, William, wake up! It’s okay, you’re here, you’re home. I got you,” she told him, shaking him awake.
He woke up, wild eyed and scared, then started to cry when he realized where he was. Buffy held him, murng sng softly to him, until he fell asleep, nestled between her breasts.
She wasn’t able to go back to sleep until it was almost light out.
She smelled coffee before she opened her eyes. When she did, she saw William standing there at the side of the bed.
“You’re up,” she said, startled.
He nodded, sitting down on the side of the bed and handing her the mug, “Peace offering?”
She smiled at him and sat up, accepting the cup, “How are you?”
“Got a headache the size of The Rockies, mouth tastes like something died in it, stomach feels like it’s been turned inside out, other than that…just fine,” he said, smiling sheepishly.
“Did you find the Jello I left for you?”
“Thanks, I figured you’d made that last night after I unceremoniously passed out. Found the aspirin, too, though it was sort of a toss up if I’d rather have a headache or my stomach hurt from taking aspirin without any food in it.”
“Take the Alka-Seltzer then, it’s probably easier on the stomach.”
“Too late, already took the aspirin, with some 7-Up.”
“How long ago?”
“About an hour.”
“Is it better?”
“The headache? On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst, I’d say it’s down to about a 7.”
“I see. What was it before?”
“About a 12.”
She giggled, “I’m sorry.”
He looked hurt; “It’s not funny. You’re laughing at my pain!” he said indignantly, but with a grin.
William took her hand, “I’m really sorry about getting drunk like that. It was totally inexcusable.”
Buffy put her coffee cup down, and put her other hand on top of his, tracing it’s shape, “Not too healthy either, what with all the staggering, throwing up, liver damage, etc.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you into my caregiver. Again.”
She looked up at him, “Just don’t make getting drunk a habit, okay?”
He shook his head vehemently, “No habit, absolutely no habit! Don’t even want to drink again anytime in the near or distant future!”
“Come ‘ere you,” she said, holding open her arms to him.
END CHAPTER 91
Once they got home, Buffy insisted on William sleeping it off.
William was being drunkenly sentimental, going on about Clem and her, and all their friends, and how wonderful everything was. He also tried several attempts to to get her to go to bed with him, but she refused.
"Why?" he pouted, attempting yet another grab at her, "don't you love me anymore?"
"Of course I do, but I don't go to bed with drunks," she'd told him.
"I'm not a drunk, I'm just drunk," William said, followed by more idiotic laughing.
"Look, I'll stay with you for a few minutes until you fall asleep, but I'm not doing anything with you, understand?"
He nodded, "Okay, I promish I won't compromish you in any way in my inebriated state. Or shouldn't that be I won't compromish you in your inebriated state? If you're not inebriated, you could compromish me, I don't mind."
"No, they'll be no compromise. It's either this or you can just go to sleep on your own, got it?"
"Got it," he said, contritely.
She sat up in the bed and he lay down with his head in her lap. She stroked his hair as he tried to get comfortable.
"The room ish spinning," he told her.
"I'm not surprised."
"Why'sh it spinning?"
"It's not spinning, your alcohol laden head is."
"Oh. Uh-oh," he said, struggling to sit up.
"What?"
"I think I'm going to be sick!" he said, as he started to get up.
Buffy was around the bed in a flash, guiding him to the bathroom. She held his head as he threw up into the toilet over the next 15 minutes, wiping his face and lips with a damp washcloth, as he sat on the bathroom floor waiting for the next round, until at last, all he was retchin up was bile.
"Stay here," she said and went to the kichen to get something for him to stop the throwing up.
"Take this, it'll stop you from throwing up anymore."
"Why didn't you give me this before?" he croaked, his throat raw from the acid that had washed up from his stomach.
"Because you needed to get that alcohol out of your stomach, now you've nothing left to throw up except stomach lining. Here, take it," she said, handing him a small pill.
"Think I'm going to throw this up, if I swallow anything down right now."
"Well, I'm willing to take that chance," she said.
"But it's my stomach,\ whi whined.
"Take the pill," she said sternly.
He gave her a dark look, then swallowed it with some 7-Up she'd poured.
"Let's get you back to bed, okay?"
He nodded, standing up unsteadily and leaning on her for support.
She tucked him into bed and pulled up the covers, "I don't think you need me in here right now. You'll be able to sleep now, but I'll check on you in about an hour."
"You're not going to sleep in here with me tonight?" he asked, surprise and sadness in his eyes.
"Of course I am," she said softly, stroking his forehead, "but it's way too early for me to go to bed right now, is all."
He nodded, relieved. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Nevermind that, you just get some rest, okay?"
"Okay," he said, closing his eyes. She could see him wince from the pain of having thrown up so much. She remembered a few times she'd tipped back too much with him at his crypt. Rather, with Spike, and how that felt after the drunkeness had worn off and she'd been riding the porcelain bus.
Buffy spent the next few hours restlessly trying to watch the television or read, but she couldn't get into anything she was seeing. She kept listening for William to make sure he was alright, between checking up on him every half hour.
Finally, she went out to the kitchen to see if there was anything in her cabinets that would be hangover-lite food for tomorrow. She was grateful when she found a couple of old boxes of jello in the back of one cabinet and some boullion in another. Jello, check. Instant boullion cubes, check. Aspirin, check. Alka-Seltzer, one free package that came in a magazine, check. She made the two kinds of Jellos and put them in the refrigerator to set.
She finally crawled into bed with a loudly snoring William about midnight. He’d been asleep for about 6 hours already.
Sometime around 3:00am, she woke up to him crying out from some nightmare he seemed to be having about being back in the hospital.
“William, William, wake up! It’s okay, you’re here, you’re home. I got you,” she told him, shaking him awake.
He woke up, wild eyed and scared, then started to cry when he realized where he was. Buffy held him, murng sng softly to him, until he fell asleep, nestled between her breasts.
She wasn’t able to go back to sleep until it was almost light out.
She smelled coffee before she opened her eyes. When she did, she saw William standing there at the side of the bed.
“You’re up,” she said, startled.
He nodded, sitting down on the side of the bed and handing her the mug, “Peace offering?”
She smiled at him and sat up, accepting the cup, “How are you?”
“Got a headache the size of The Rockies, mouth tastes like something died in it, stomach feels like it’s been turned inside out, other than that…just fine,” he said, smiling sheepishly.
“Did you find the Jello I left for you?”
“Thanks, I figured you’d made that last night after I unceremoniously passed out. Found the aspirin, too, though it was sort of a toss up if I’d rather have a headache or my stomach hurt from taking aspirin without any food in it.”
“Take the Alka-Seltzer then, it’s probably easier on the stomach.”
“Too late, already took the aspirin, with some 7-Up.”
“How long ago?”
“About an hour.”
“Is it better?”
“The headache? On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst, I’d say it’s down to about a 7.”
“I see. What was it before?”
“About a 12.”
She giggled, “I’m sorry.”
He looked hurt; “It’s not funny. You’re laughing at my pain!” he said indignantly, but with a grin.
William took her hand, “I’m really sorry about getting drunk like that. It was totally inexcusable.”
Buffy put her coffee cup down, and put her other hand on top of his, tracing it’s shape, “Not too healthy either, what with all the staggering, throwing up, liver damage, etc.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you into my caregiver. Again.”
She looked up at him, “Just don’t make getting drunk a habit, okay?”
He shook his head vehemently, “No habit, absolutely no habit! Don’t even want to drink again anytime in the near or distant future!”
“Come ‘ere you,” she said, holding open her arms to him.
END CHAPTER 91