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Spike is not bloody Casper (notbloodycasper) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-10-10 10:49:00

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Spike & Buffy
After finding her among the rubble, he has to deliver some really bad news. :|
Thursday, October 10, 2013; around the complex explosion site
I'm gonna go with a HIGH rating for talk of death and tons of feels;In Progress

Spike would be lying if he said he wasn't worried, he was, but at the same time he knew just how resilient Slayers were.

Spike had seen a lot of death and destruction in his time. Hell, he'd been the cause of a lot of it, honestly. But somehow, despite all that he had seen, there was still a certain level of shock that came with things like this. They had all become so complacent, so comfortable in how protected they assumed they were. Until suddenly they weren't. Then there was panic and disarray, worry about others, fear for what was to come, and where they would go from here. A few things had been set up to help with housing, med teams had managed to for a triage of sorts, but still people were missing or turning up dead. Like Buffy, who he nor anyone else had heard from yet, who when he found her he had to tell her that Dawn, the sister she hadn't yet met back home but had come to know while stick in this world, was dead. He had no idea how he would tell her, how to predict her reacting, but he knew it wouldn't be easy.

Spike had arived to help with thesearch and rescue efforts at the complex last night and so far had yet to take a break. He didn't need it, really, needed to help, needed to get people out of there. He had to know Buffy was okay. And then he'd found her, buried amongst the rubble. "No, not you, not like this," he muttered, moving debris off of her, but then he heard it. Faint, softer than he'd have liked because she was unconscious, but he heard her heartbeat and that was more than enough motivation to get to her quicker.

Finally free of all the wreckage that had been holding her hostage, Spike sat her up, propped against a pile of rubble for the moment, "Hey," her face in his hands as he tried to bring her back around. "Buffy, come on. Wake up, love." Spike would be lying if he said he wasn't worried, he was, but at the same time he knew just how resilient Slayers were. Just a matter of time, he kept telling himself.

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justbeepme
2013-10-10 07:33 pm UTC (link)

Her luck hadn't been so hot since she'd arrived in Kansas, so why not pile on a building collapsing ontop of her. Slayer luck was often awful. This had been no different. She'd freed Addie from her room, and went back in to help with the rescue efforts only to be trapped herself searching for the little girl who'd gone missing. Bo her name was, but the complex was too unstable. The Jedi, or whatever he was could only hold it up so long.

The rubble was making it difficult for her to breathe, but when she finally did her blond brows furrowed at the sound of a voice. It was vaguely familiar, but it wasn't one she was expecting. British but not Giles. One she hadn't heard enough yet to place on first thought. Especially while possibly concussed. There was a large bruise on her forehead where something had struck her unconscious.

It seemed like only moments after Spike pulled the wreckage off her the injuries started to heal. The open cut on her cheek slid shut in an instant, and he began to breathe properly again. Coughing from the dust that had clogged her airways. Blue eyes slid open and focused on the blond haired vampire infront of her. Her first thought was to punch him, but her second was that her arm was way too sore to move much yet. So she chose the second option of wincing and simply staring in disbelief. "..Spike?" Her voice was scratchy at first.

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notbloodycasper
2013-10-10 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Spike couldn't have stopped the sigh of relief when she finally came to if he'd wanted to and he nodded, "Yeah, hey. Welcome back to the land of the conscious, Slayer." His tone was more nonchalant than his body language, but he was keeping ninety percent of his reaction in check because he still wasn't sure where she was, consciously.

"Stupid question, but...you all right?" he asked, looking expectantly up at her. He wondered if she would even mention it if anything was wrong. She was still so young, but even then she'd been strong. Stronger than she knew. But she was also stubborn, and always put others before herself and had a terrible habit of running herself into the ground before she evaluated her own problems.

He pushed himself up, offering a hand to her, "Can ya stand up?"

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justbeepme
2013-10-10 10:43 pm UTC (link)

That tone he used made her slayer senses tingle. It really didn't help with her desperate attempt not to punch him in the face. God help her she was really trying. She'd been told he was different, with her eyes she could see it. But with her heart she wasn't so sure. Where she came from he was still trying to kill her and everything was so fresh. She really didn't have time to process Kansas before it all went to hell. That wasn't helping her any either. If she was totally honest with herself she felt alone. But she wasn't about to say that.

It was as he expected. "I'm fine." She wasn't fine, she hadn't been fine for quite a while. She was isolating herself and she hadn't entirely meant to. She reached up to touch her face with a grimace as her fingers brushed over the bruise that remained. It took a lot to bruise her, whatever had fallen on her was heavy. Probably rock. She'd finally noticed all the rubble around.

'Yeah." She didn't take the hand, she stood on her own and wobbled slightly at first, but caught her balance. "Is everyone out?"

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notbloodycasper
2013-10-11 12:08 pm UTC (link)

Spike hadn't pressed her too much with trying to accept him. Not this version of her, not this time. Not after the giant disaster that had become that very attempt when she was here last time. He'd just kept on and eventually, well, of course she hadn't wanted anything to do with him. He hadn't done that with this Buffy though and he tried to just let her be. It was easier, he supposed, because she was so much further behind him in the timeline now, had no reason to believe it, to trust him. He gave her the space she wanted and tried to be there when he could. Like now. Even if she didn't trust him.

"Sure," he nodded a bit, not fully believing her, but deciding it was probably best not to argue at this point. Physically, maybe she was all right, that he could believe over anything else. Slayer's had an amazing ability to bounce back from the craziest of injuries.

He let his hand drop back down to his side when she stood up. He watched to make sure she got herself steady because her pride be damned, he'd help her if he thought she needed it. "Stubborn as ever." he muttered. Spike nodded a bit at her question, "Mostly, yeah. Or, here, anyway. I haven't heard much on Stark Tower." he admitted. He'd been here doing what he could, so he wasn't sure how things were there.

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justbeepme
2013-10-13 05:32 am UTC (link)

"Expect different? If so you really don't know me." She said with a hint of annoyance, though her tone was still a little slurred from having been knocked around. Rubbing the back of her neck, she coughed and took in a bit more air. Still trying to shake the dust from her lungs.

Since she'd arrived she'd basically been running on auto pilot. Ranging from everything from supernatural politics to mystery siblings she'd never heard of. She constantly had a lot on her mind. Asking her about her emotional state beyond the obvious physical injury would have been a can of worms. Honestly Spike wasn't the one who would get that sort of trust out of her anyway though. He still walked a fine line. Her slayer senses always did the twitchy when he was around, and not in a good way. She still practically expected him to jump out of the dark and try to snap her neck. She was always on guard with him and now was no different despite her fuzzy head.

"Haven't been there yet.." She was just one person, but Devil be damned she was going to do everything she could to help. She was tired, but she ignored it. Slayer stamina was great for that too.

"What are you doing here?" She brushed some dust off her favorite leather jacket that had come with her through the seal. Fortunately she'd been wearing it when it snatched her up and it had become like a comfort blanket.

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notbloodycasper
2013-10-13 12:38 pm UTC (link)

"Not in the least, love." he admitted with a slight shake of his head. He knew her better than that, at least. There was a part of him that still wished she would trust him, at least a bit, timelines made everything so screwy though and she had no reason to at this point and everthing else would just take time. Time that maybe they didn't have, who could know for sure at this point.

"Once things here are a bit more under control, more of us'll migrate over in that direction, I suppose." He shrugged slightly. They had to help each other where they could or they'd never get out of this war alive.

The question made him have to stifle a laugh. So used to the evil from him, she still couldn't even quite wrap her mind around all the changes that come in the future for him. Couldn't quite believe that he was here for anything as simple as helping. But who could blame her? "Helping." he said simply, "It's sort of a thing I do these days."

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justbeepme
2013-10-16 02:37 am UTC (link)

The only thing Buffy trusted about Spike was that he wasn't going to attack her n sight. He'd already proven that to her. So that was at least something, and the fact that he'd just now dug her out of the rubble..maybe he wasn't entirely all bad. She was just so beyond tired of vampires right now she could barely stand it. Between the drama causing Originals and her break up with Angel, she found it hard to trust them anymore. She was still trying, but her patience was thin.

"I thought this might happen.." She said with a small frown. Whenever baddies knew where you lived it only spelled more badness. Still she'd been told it was the safest place in Lawrence, and maybe it was-once. Buffy didn't think all of them living together was the best idea, but she was still the new kid on the block so who was going to listen? "Yeah, probably will too." She was doing the best she could, but in this world with no real guidance it was difficult for her and she was struggling more than anybody would know. More than her pride would allow them to know.

"Still hard to believe. Last I met you, you were still trying to kill me." She said simply with a half shrug and nudged away a bit of rubble as she picked up a broken tea cup from it. "Safest place in Kansas huh.."

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notbloodycasper
2013-10-18 12:49 pm UTC (link)

"This... the infiltration and the wreckage?" He nodded a bit, "It's impossible to be completely safe in these situations." Of course, she hadn't gone through quite as many of these Apocalyptic situations as he had at this point, but she had certainly done her fair share of it by now. "Figured as much," he said when she agreed she'd be helping, it was sort of what she did.

"I know," And he did, he truly understood why it was so hard for her to trust that, to trust him. But he'd built that up before, he could do it again, right? And this was maybe a good starting point anyway. "And yet, it was easiest target."

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justbeepme
2013-10-25 04:54 am UTC (link)

"Yep. Both basically. All of us living in one central location pretty much screamed target practice." She shrugged as though she didn't care, but it was obvious she did. Stubborn as all hell but she did care about people and their homes. And their belongings even. She knew people got attached to things, she was too and most of her things weren't even with her in this place. "War. Slayer, kind of my job." It was a lot of weight on a young girls shoulders. And on top of it all she was trying to figure out how to fight this war with her recently made former love of her life living in the same city. So hell yes she was a little more than stubborn. Put up all kinds of walls not wanting to let in anyone else or get hurt again.

She lifted a large bit of rubble up to move it off someone's chipped tea cup thats glittering rim caught her eye. It was one she didn't recognize, but she felt for. It had survived with only a couple broken pieces, had a gold rim and a broken handle but it survived. People had been living in that building for ages to have that many things..Ages and now the war for the first time really seemed like a war. And they'd lost round one.

"There has to be something we can do. Something more to keep this from happening again." She didn't like seeing people hurt. She knew this had hurt many, not just physically but mentally too. "I should be doing more."

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notbloodycasper
2013-10-27 09:33 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, it was simultaneously the safest and stupidest move anyone could've made." He knew she understood the logic behind it. Everyone needed a place to land because not everyone was so lucky as to find someone they knew from home here when they arrived, but she was right, it had made them perfect targets. Spike didn't miss the oh-so-nonchalant shrug that hid more than it showed. She was trying to play it off like she didn't care, but he knew better. Whether she admitted it or not, this was digging at her.

He watched her lift the rubble up and pick up a chipped tea cup, staring at it as if it held the key to the meaning of life. He didn't say anything, though, let her have her moment of contemplation.

"Hey, it's not your fault," he pointed out, "It's not any one person's fault." He shook his head, "We'll figure it out, though, the lot of us. We'll find a way...we'll win this war." Although not without a few casualties. He decided to keep that part locked away, though, because it wasn't what anyone needed to be voicing at the time.

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justbeepme
2013-10-31 01:52 am UTC (link)

She shrugged at that. Then tucked away the small tea cup in her pocket, someone might want it back. She couldn't figure out who off the top of her head, or if it would even survive very long there-but damnit she would try to reunite it with someone. Why the hell it meant so much to her all the sudden she didn't comprehend. She'd barely been there long enough to appreciate life at the complex, but others had. She supposed maybe if it meant bringing someone some bit of comfort in the hell they were about to face then they deserved it. Buffy herself didn't own many things in this world. Most of them were back home in Sunnydale, so the things she found while they sifted, she would hold until the rightful owners claimed them.

"Yeah..I know that." Mentally she did, but she had felt as though she hadn't done enough lately all the same. She looked over at Spike and shrugged. "That's not the bit I'm worried about. I know we'll win, but at what cost to them? They have lives..families." Things she missed from home the most. People who believed in her. She lacked that here. At least she felt like she did. The ones around her from home were so much older it was hard to get in their heads, especially Cordelia. Though that was the weirdest friendship of all, she felt closer to her than anyone else. In High School they hadn't exactly been close or anything...

She'd been running basically on auto pilot since she'd arrived. This was no different. She'd lost friends to that thing called the seal, and didn't say a word. She'd been bombarded with information since day one, and she'd yet to make a single complaint against it. It was a lot of weight to put on a teenager, even on a teenage slayer. But she still moved forward. Lifting rubble here and there and picking up what she could carry of peoples lives to return to them.

Looking back at Spike for a long moment as she watched him, her typically stern look in his direction seemed to soften-though just a fraction. He actually seemed to care about people. It was a side of him she'd never seen.

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