Spike (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-13 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, spike |
WHO: Spike and Buffy Summers
WHAT: Buffy and Spike have gone back to normal and now have quite a bit to talk about
WHEN: May 13th; Early morning
WHERE: Spike's apartment
RATING: PG probably
STATUS: In Progress
The first thing Spike was aware of as he woke up, besides the fact that it was still dark out, was that he was not alone in his bed; not that this was all that new, considering Buffy had spent the night a few times since she'd been brought back to Colligo, but what made this time different was the fact that he didn't actually remember going to sleep. Sitting up, he reached over and turned on the lamp beside the bed despite the fact that he had no trouble seeing in the dark and picked up his PDA, blue eyes widening slightly as he noted the date. May thirteenth? It wasn't until he glanced over at the sleeping Buffy that the last two weeks finally came rushing back to him as his grogginess instantly vanished. They'd been their future selves. They'd been married. And he'd been human. Exactly how he'd become human, he couldn't remember; there were bits and pieces of things, but as soon as he tried to focus on something it slipped away and he was left with only the last two weeks. There was something else that had happened at some point during those two weeks, but Spike couldn't quite remember what it was. What he did remember, however was that his future self had apparently stopped bleaching his hair at some point. The memory of seeing himself in the mirror with dark hair caused him to glance at the mirror over the dresser, which had been Buffy's only a few months earlier; the whole room had originally been Buffy's and having her there next to him just felt right.
Realizing that he should probably wake her up, Spike reached over, placing his hand on the Slayer's shoulder and shook her gently, "Wakey, wakey, Slayer." He knew the dangers of waking a Slayer in the middle of the night, but he was more than prepared to defend himself if she suddenly attacked him, not that he thought that would happen; after all, she wasn't Faith.