poly_chromatic | 54th Slay [Action

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buffy the vampire slayer - buffy summers

54th Slay [Action | Video]

[Buffy is sitting next to the window at Cafe Juliet, looking out to the crowds. It's probably pretty clear she's looking for someone(s) in particular. She smiles at the device]

Welcome to the City. Stay out of the Underground, don't feed the deities and have a nice probably temporary stay.

Any Sunnydale residents that want to say hi?

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[Buffy laughs a little and shakes her head.]

No. It's a snow globe dimension thing. We're all trapped here. Except you. You're probably just visiting for a while. And I'm not alive because of this place. They bring me back at home.

[She means it to be comforting really.]

They. [Spike's head is in danger of falling off.] You're dead, Buffy. I saw you. You telling me those children bring you back?

[She nods and then forces a smile.] It's okay, Spike. Really. I'm all energizer bunny and miles to go. Things are...things are good.

Yeah?

[His eyes search her face. He wants to believe her. But it's too much to hope, that she comes back, that she's happy. He smiles a little.]

Miss you, Buffy.

[Buffy sighs and then hugs him a little. She knows it's too familiar from his time but he seems to need it.]

I miss you too, Spike.

[And that much is true. Spike is one of those constant things in her life that she can count on regardless of how messy her life gets. She slides her arm around his waist.]

Come on. Let's get you somewhere less flammable.

[She's warm and real and as good as his memory is, he's not sure he could replicate that scent. But the hug isn't her, is too close to a dream. What can he do, though but go along with it?]

Yeah, all right. But now I know I'm hallucinating. Never missed me in your life, Slayer.

[Buffy smirks at his comment.] I learn to like you more later. Plus, if you fry while you're here, I'll feel bad.

[She's going to take him out the back door and stick to the shadows in the alley.]

That's what you get for having a conscience.

[Spike goes along with her, eyes squinting around at the City as best he can.]

So you come back to life, everything's hunky-dory, an' you don't hate me anymore. S'like I did die an' go to heaven. [He grimaces at the architecture.] Sort of.

[She goes a little quiet at the mention of heaven. That's still a sore spot and might always be. She wishes things had been that easy and that seamlessly. The truth is much uglier, but then it usually is.] Something like that.

[And then she's back to being forced flippant.] If it'll make you feel better I can stake you.

No thanks. No need to mix your messages any more. Just... prefer the real thing, I've found.

[To the 'bot, for instance. Or the dreams he's been having.]

[It takes her a second to realize what he's talking about. The bot has been a very long time ago for her.]

I'll try to keep my messages unmixy.

[She glances across the alley way.]

Okay. That ware house there is where I live. The windows should be covered. [She doesn't mention that he lived here once before and that's why the windows are covered up.] It's going to be a sunny short dash though. Give me a head start, I'll unlock the door and invite you in.

[Because he doesn't live there anymore and she's not sure how that works.]

You'll be safe inside.

[Spike peers over at the warehouse, and nods.]

Decent of you, Buffy. [Wasn't all that long ago she invited him in for the last time. He won't forget it anytime soon.] Not to mention, vamp-proofing ahead of time.

Habit. [She refuses to admit anything else, at least while he's just here for a weekend. She dashes across the street and opens the door, holding open as she gestures for Spike to make a run for it. When he does, she'll tell him to come on in just before he gets to the door.]

[The habit of someone who killed vampires for a living? Spike isn't able to push it, as Buffy's now running across the street. And then Spike's gearing up for his own sprint, huddling under a "borrowed" tablecloth and practically diving through the door as her invitation is made good.]

Quite the place you've got.

[She shuts the door behind him and walks up behind him, arms crossed over her chest. The warehouse actually probably looks rather scary. The center of the warehouse has been converted to a training room. There are weapons on the wall. One corner has a couch, tv and dvd player.]

Thanks. I wanted to have room when people showed up. Have a seat on the couch.

[Spike's still circling. Looks pretty homey, to him. He nods, impressed, and finally flops onto the couch.]

This happen a lot, then?

[She's on her device calling the blood delivery service in the City. She hangs up and shrugs]

Every few months people from home show up. Always temporarily. They stay for twenty four hours or so and then poof! Go back home.

But not you. [He's just confirming.] Huh. Pretty strange entertainment committee, got to say. [He's silent again, looking around, but his eyes keep darting back to her.]

So you're... you seem... You happy, love?

Nope. I've been here...a while now. [A year and a half but she figures he won't exactly understand how that happens. She's not even sure how it happens.]

Yeah...I'm [She shrugs a bit. Happy isn't exactly what she would call herself.] I'm okay. It's not so bad here.

[Spike nods, and smiles a little, still drinking her in.]

It's good to see you, pet.

[He's not expecting anything in return. It doesn't matter.]

[She's aware it's probably going to take him by surprise but he hops over the back of the couch and plops down beside him anyway.]

Thanks. It's good to be seen.

[She really does miss him whether he believes it or not.]

[He shifts to face her, the surprise on his face being reclaimed again by pleasure.]

Yeah? [He sounds hopeful, almost.] Look, Buffy, I... [He swallows.] Never thought I'd see you again, but I always knew what I'd want to say. I'm sorry. Sorry I wasn't faster, better... sorry I couldn't save her. [Save you.]

[Buffy takes a deep breath, holding it until her chest aches then lets it out slowly.]

I...you tried, Spike. I know that and it's okay. I was ready to go.

[She forces a smile.] Besides, it's the biggest break I've gotten since I was sixteen. Vacation-y even.

[He's not sure how she can joke about something like that. She'd been dead. There's something different about her, he realizes. Almost as though...]

You trying to make me feel better, Buffy? [He looks baffled. She doesn't even like him all that much, to his knowledge.]

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