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G-DRABBLE Buffy/Spike: Of Needs and Fools
Title: Of Needs and Fools
Personal fic community: dfasgbaf (Everything I write posts here.)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Relationship: Buffy/Spike friendship
Rating: G-DRABBLE
Genre: Character development
Word Count: 116
Spoilers: Up to and including "End of Days," Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7. Read no further in these headers if you do not want to be spoiled for that episode.
Summary: Spike can't understand why Buffy wants to give her traitorous people the time of day after what happened. She puts it in terms she hopes he can understand.
Disclaimer: The characters Buffy and Spike belong to Joss Whedon and all his industry affiliates. I receive no profit from this. I am doing this for guilty pleasure only and to perpetuate two wonderful series' fan base, an activity Joss himself has encouraged on more than one occasion.
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Author's note: This fic is in response to the btvsats_love prompt choices "in your memory," "fly on the wall," and "fools." Come join catvampcrazines's BTVS/ATS/Firefly/Bones prompt community! It's fun!
Distribution: Archive sites, etc., of which I am a member. Anyone else, please ask. If you're willing to share the archive info with me, I will probably say yes. Thanks for your interest!
When Buffy found Spike he was sitting on his cot, curled into a tight little ball, rocking himself, glaring at the center of the basement floor of the Summers' home.
"Fools. Bloody lot of 'em."
Buffy crossed the floor and sat gently beside him. "Spike."
"They don't know you. Don't deserve you."
She smiled slightly and touched his shoulder. "Don't you think that's kinda my decision?"
He spared her a surprised glance, then returned a renewed glare to the floor. "No."
She ran a soothing hand over his back, then stood up. "Well, I do...and I've made it. They need me, and I'm staying. And...Spike?" She lifted his chin with a finger. "I-I...need you."
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