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I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this, but I changed my mind. There's also a small note at the end of the story.
Thanks to BuffyandSpikeForever, Spufette, and Lindsay for reviewing and to everyone who read, but didn't review.
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A fairytale unfolds
More true than stories I’ve been told
At last my chance to shine
And all in perfect time
A life I’d once dreamed of
Who’d have thought
If it wasn’t for your love

He’d been the only one to know all of her, the good, the bad, and the ugly—and boy had it been ugly there for awhile. He knew all of that and he still loved her; knew more about her than anyone else before or since and he still believed in her; believed in her more than she’d ever be able to believe in herself.

It was because of him that she’d finally begun to believe that she could have the suburban life with the husband, the 2.4 kids, and the dog. Not a white picket fence though, she hadn’t ever really wanted one of those. And she had all of that now, she’d been married for almost seventeen years, had Elizabeth, or Eliza, whose party was today, Joyce, her 6-year-old daughter, and the little baby boy that she was currently pregnant with. And they had two dogs, a German Shepherd and a Great Dane, something her husband had said about wanting to have big, scary dogs around for his wife and kids when he couldn’t be there.

Her marriage certainly wasn’t like all of those Disney movies she’s watched with Dawn and then again with her daughters, but it was true. And it was real, and that made it better than any story.

And oh the wonderful surprise
to have a light so bright It blinds my eyes

She thought she’d finally gone crazy when he’d shown up on her front porch that day. It had been a year and she’d bought—using the money from the council—this beautiful, big house in this beautiful, safe neighborhood. And she’d even dated a few times, but she’d just about given up hope that she’d ever get married. She’d already found her perfect guy, she’d found him and she’d lost him and there was never going to be another like him so what was the point. But she was doing everything else he’d said to do, she was going to get a puppy tomorrow, she’d seen an advert in the paper for German Shepherd puppies that morning and had made an appointment for the next afternoon. At least she was on the right track.

But obviously between that phone call and now, she’d either gone insane or died and gone to Heaven. There was no way this was real…Because standing not five feet in front of her was Spike.

In broad daylight.

And he wasn’t on fire.

She felt something catch her seconds before her head would have hit the porch, ‘Good job, Buffy,’ she’d thought in those few seconds, ‘hallucinate and faint.’

But finally I see how it feels to live a dream


Except she hadn’t been hallucinating.

Spike really was there. Or more accurately, William was there. Apparently the Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart had planned on Angel using the amulet that day, but the Powers That Be, had known all along it would be Spike who would save the world.

But the Senior Partners were more powerful than anyone thought, they’d set the amulet up to send Angel’s soul to Hell, but since Spike had used it, his soul had been sent to Hell. And there had been some powerful forces holding it there, it had taken the Powers That Be nearly the entire year to free him.

But they had and five days ago he’d woken up in the same alley where Drusilla had killed him, remembering everything from that day more than 100 years ago on, including his time in Hell. And he soon discovered why they had sent him here. Some sort of poetic justice, The place where he’d experienced his last moment of humanity was also the place where he experienced his first moment of humanity this time around. Spike was human again.

And he was going to find his girl.

So, five days later after using the plane ticket to Chicago in his coat, obviously a gift from the PTB, and making a few phone calls, here he was. In front of Buffy. His girl.

And for once he was hoping she’d been her stubborn self and hadn’t listened to what he said that last night. But apparently she had because she had the house, the good neighborhood, and this wasn’t a Hellmouth so she wasn’t the Slayer anymore.

‘Good job, Spike, tell her to move on then screw everything up when she does.’

He was about to leave when he noticed her falling. ‘Great make the girl pass out why don’t you? Bloody pillock!’ Not wasting any time he rushed up the stairs catching her just before she hit the ground. ‘Please don’t be married,’ he silently begged as he carried her into the house, ‘because this would be hell to explain to the jealous husband.’

Spike laid her on the sofa, overjoyed when there didn’t seem to be a man in the house and when he didn’t see any pictures of one either. Well he just couldn’t be happier. Just as he was about to try to find her kitchen to get her a glass of water, Buffy started to wake up, shaking her head is if trying to blink away her confusion and the fog that was clouding her mind. He was about to say something when she leaned up and kissed him. ‘So much for her being married’ he thought before surrendering himself to the feel of the love of his life kissing him as all thoughts were wiped away. Something he hadn’t thought would ever happen again.

A minute later when he pulled back drawing in deep breaths, she looked at him before putting her fingers against his throat and staring at him in astonishment.

“Where’ve you been?” “Marry me?” they said at the same time.

‘Okay, so she’s obviously gotten the whole you’ve been gone a year bit, mate.’ Spike thought. “I’ll explain first.” Spike started before explaining what he’d been through the last year.

“So, you’re human now?” Buffy stared at him, not quite believing her eyes. She knew that other parts of his story should be more important and receiving all of her concern, but they weren’t.

“Yeah, luv, I’m human now, so what do you say, marry me? I was going to make it into a nice elaborate event, get down on one knee and all that…still might, but I seem to not have the best experiences with waiting to do things.” He knew he should probably ask her out on a date first or see if she was seeing anyone or a million other more politically correct things, but he couldn’t wait.

Buffy still wasn’t sure all this was real, but she knew real or not her answer was the same, “Yes, I’ll marry you Spike.”

But would I have touched the sky
Ever flown so high
No, not I

So here they were, Mr. and Mrs. William Dickens (She wasn’t sure if he’d decided on that name because of his rather transparent sexually fuelled sense of humour or whether it was because the William part of him liked the literary association. It seemed, however to be more likely that it was a combination of the two) living his dream for her and, unknowingly, for himself as well. Because it was quite clear, to her at least, that any perfect life for her included him.

If it wasn’t for your love

THE END



(Lyrics: Chris Ballard/Andrew Murray/Gordon Chambers; performed by Heather Headley)

And I was thinking about expanding/continuing this story so it would help to know if anyone's interested.) I'm going to say that this story is complete and any continuation will be posted as a sequel.)



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