Chapter 33


A/N Credit for this chapter goes to Joss Whedon and Drew Z. Greenberg



Spike leaned against the wall, staring out the window into his backyard.
The sun was setting, and he could feel his heart breaking. Buffy left today.
Spike desperately needed a drink, but it was decided that Michael would
stay with him until she was set up in Chicago, and Spike would never drink
with his child in the same house.

He watched as the final rays of light fell from the sky, leaving the world
looking hazy and gray. Leaving Spike’s life hazy and gray. He’d never felt
so lost, not even when he found out Buffy was gone. Now she was gone again,
and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. She’s made her decision,
and he wasn’t what she wanted.

* * * * *

TWO HOURS EARLIER


“Are you sure about this?” Spike asked, cupping her face in his hand as they
both fought back tears.

“No,” she said with a soft smile as she shrugged. “That’s kind of the
point.”

Spike nodded, feeling the all-too-familiar lump in his throat.

“I’ll see you in a week, when you bring Michael,” she said softly.
“Everything will work itself out.”

“Even us?”

Buffy looked away, biting her lip. “Is there an ‘us’?” she asked, genuinely
uncertain about the answer. “Is that what you want?”

“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered, avoiding the question completely before
running his hands through her hair and holding her in place as he left a
tender kiss on her lips.

They pulled away after a moment, tears in both their eyes. “I love you,
too.”

Spike looked away, letting his hands fall away from her and immediately
feeling the loneliness set in. He couldn’t ask her to stay. He couldn’t ask her
to give up what she wanted, just for his own selfish needs. But it still
didn’t tell him why things ended up the way they were.

* * * * *

“Why’d you have to leave?” he whispered, staring into the backyard but not
seeing anything.

“Because things fall apart.”

Spike froze when he heard her voice. He wanted to spin around and look at
her. He wanted to run to her, but he couldn’t. He was so afraid she wasn’t
real that he closed his eyes, frozen in place, before slowly turning to see
her leaning against the doorframe to the living room. He was speechless as
she continued.

“They fall apart so hard. You can't ever…put them back the way they were.”

“Buffy?” he whispered, tilting his head as she slowly pushed away from the
doorframe to approach him. “Are you okay?”

“I'm sorry, it's just…you know, it takes time,” she whispered, approaching
him. “You can't just…tell me you want me to be happy and that you love me
and still expect-“

Spike looked down at the floor feeling guilty. “I know.”

He longed to go to her, closing the distance that was separating them,
but he knew he couldn’t. She was here for a reason, and he wasn’t about to
scare her away.

“There's just so much to work through,” she said softly. “Trust has to be
built again, on both sides…”

Spike looked away, feeling his throat closing at what she was implying. He
slowly raised his eyes to hers as she continued.

“You have to learn if…if we're even the same people we were, if you can fit
in each other's lives. It's a long…important process, and…can we just skip
it?”

Spike’s eyes widened she came to stand in front of him.

“Can you just be kissing me now?”

A brief smile flashed on Spike’s face before his hands threaded through her
hair, pulling her lips to his in a passionate kiss, each letting tears
stream down their cheeks as their lips gave each other what they were
needing.

Pulling away after a moment, Spike’s hands drifted down her arms to clasp
both of her hands in his. “What about the job?”

”Come with me,” Buffy whispered, looking deep into his eyes.

“What?”

“Come with me,” she repeated. “All three of us…we can be a family, Spike…the way we were meant to be.

“That’s why you’re back?” Spike asked, holding his breath as he waited for
her answer.

“You’re why I’m back…I couldn’t leave again without you. Let’s make a fresh start…if that’s what you want.”

Spike breathed a sigh of relief, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve never wanted anything more.

He slowly brought her hand up to his lips. He paused seconds before it reached his
lips, staring at the diamond band on her right hand.

“You still have it,” he murmured, looking at the eternity band.

“Of course I still have it,” she said with a smile.

“I just thought…since I didn’t keep that promise…”

“What promise?” Buffy asked, her brow furrowed as she looked at him.

Spike raised his eyes to hers. “Being with you for eternity.”

Buffy’s eyes widened. “You knew? You knew all this time what it meant?”

“Of course I knew,” Spike replied, his arms wrapping around her waist to
pull her closer. “You think I would get you something like that and not
know what it meant?”

Buffy stared at him in amazement. “You’re going to keep the promise now,
right?” she asked with a smile.

“As soon as we put it on the other hand and make it official.”

Buffy felt her heart flip in her chest as Spike pressed his lips to hers,
pulling her as close to him as possible.

Pulling away, Spike looked into her eyes. “Can we make this work?” he
whispered.

Buffy smiled, letting her hand trace along the strong muscles in his arms.
“What do you think, Mr. Bradley?”

“I think we’ve waited long enough, Miss Summers,” he whispered, a smile lighting up
his features, before their lips met in another kiss.

* * * * *

It didn’t start with lust. Contrary to what most people would expect, the passion
didn’t come until later, although the attraction was always there. The longing,
the excitement, the fixation- they were all side effects of what was really happening.
Of what was boiling below the surface…their love for each other.



THE END






A/N I have never been so sad to see a story end. I absolutely loved writing it and I want to thank everyone who reviewed ‘my baby.’ I’m so glad all of you were so open to such a controversial topic. Thank you to Allison, who continuously talks me into keeping things I’m not sure about and you guys were amazing reviewers!





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