What is this MiSS I speak of? Well, it's a shortening I've so *cough* wittily devised referring to Missing Scene Series: a bunch of standalone ficlets/short fiction that resulted from the need to see more of something, or feeling that there was a scene missing on the show that could use some elaberation. Generally, MiSS will follow the canon of the show and would stick to characterization as best as possible. And if the scene required slash, pre-slash or indication of such, then... who are we to argue? ;)
MiSS usually pop up when me and my friends talk - a handy outlet when WB (that's Writers Block not that the other isn't as bad) strikes hard.
The only rule to MiSS is that they stick to canon as best as they can, character and story wise, in a way that doesn't diverge much from the show, or at best, at all. If there are any pairings within the MiSS it is a canon not fanon pairing, hints and innuendo are exceluded, for reference see the works of Joss Whedon.
To read the stories in the order they were written in (old to the new ones) check here
Now. What follows is a chronological list (canon wise) and short discriptions/summaries, characters and timelines of the MiSS I've written so far:
Disclaimer: If I hold any claim over this Verse I would shout it off the rooftops. Seeing that I’ve yet to do that should indicate without contest that I own nothing but inane words that I incessantly spout.
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Characters: Dawn, Willow.
Summary/TimeLine: Between seasons 5-6 after Buffy's death. Might pose a spoiler to Season 7, why? Because I know I am not the only one who was baffled at Dawn's hair jumping from straight to full of curls.
2. Check out the photos at the end of the fic for demonstration… there might be more but these two episodes are the ones that stuck in my head.
For other Missing Scenes go here.
Thanks to lusciousxander for the quick read!
Characters in order of appearance: Buffy, Dawn, Xander, Spike, Giles, Willow, Tara.
Pairing: Spike/Xander... sort've... pre-slash.. kinda... slash? *sigh* labeling is so confusing. You tell me when you read!
Summary: Fun ficlet. It’s Dawn’s birthday party. She makes everyone play 'I Never'.
Disclaimer: Nothing, I own nothing I say! Except this silly plot bunny and the craziness that ensued. Don’t blame JossW, ME, WB (no wait blame them! Just for something else *g*)… I merely borrowed the strings to the puppets that they own *sob*.
Notes: 1/ This is set somewhere in season 5 BtVS. Riley left coz Buffy didn't love him. Anya is no more. She gets in the way of Spander… so she must go. How? Well, there’s the school of thought says that when Xander professed his love, she freaked and skipped town.
2/ Joyce is still alive. It’s just that after the surgery was a success she needed to catch up on her work, left for a convention in… I dunno… New York and was held up for some reason or another. Let’s say, the flight was delayed. So she missed Dawn’s b-day and Buffy wanting to make it up to her sister, fell under the pressure and invited Spike. For no more reason than to stop her younger sis from whining about how crappy her life is, and better than Dawn sneaking off to Spike’s crypt like she usually did when she was upset, Buffy twisted Spike’s arm into showing up at a kiddy party. Literally!
I Never… I didn’t make the game… but I sure converted it to my wicked pleasure here *smirk*
Thanks to Farah for the quick read!! *smooch*
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize
~ = thoughts
It was Dawn’s birthday party, and everyone wanted to make the young girl happy.
The Summers women had planned on a night just for them then a big party at the Bronze for Dawn and her friends the day after. Joyce couldn’t return in time from her business trip and the Bronze was closed for renovation. Therefore, the teenager, backed up by her lack of luck in life and of quote ‘too girly presents’ minus of course Spike's ‘cool Sex Pistols CD’, demanded that the gang fall to her requests.
Dawn wanted to play ‘I Never’.
Dawn puffed her cheeks. “It’s my birthday wish, Buffy.”
Buffy shrugged. “Well, it’s a stupid one. I’ll light the candles again and this time when you blow them out, wish something impossible- without saying ‘I wish’, 'cause there only lies demony badness--- oooh, like a pony!” She pasted on an eager smile.
Dawn crossed her arms. “If you make me do-over a wish, I’ll say I wish, and you’ll get stuck with a demonic pony.” She narrowed her eyes. “That eats ALL your shoes… except flip-flops.”
Buffy’s face turned indignant but before she could retaliate, a mediator from the observing group intercepted.
“Buff. Deep breath!” Xander stepped between the girls. He turned to Dawn. “You know better than to attack your sister's shoes, Dawnster,” he chastised her, only to have Dawn turn her glare at him.
“You’re taking her side!” she said in a huff, nearly stomping her foot. “Like usual, it’s all about Buffy.”
Buffy pushed Xander out of the way. “Dawn, stop acting like a kid. I’m not letting you play this 'cause it’s an adult game.”
“Better she does it here than out on the streets.”
Emerald eyes turned in a fierce look. Spike acted like he didn’t care as he played with his lighter.
“Don’t you dare light that thing in here. Oh. And yeah, who asked your opinion?”
Spike flicked his zippo closed and replaced it in his duster. He looked at Buffy like she was missing something. “Niblet wants to try something she saw on TV.” He ignored Buffy’s darkened expression stating ‘What the hell were you having my kid-sis watch when she went mental and snuck out to hang out with the undead!’. Buffy’s looks were very expressive. “You rather she experiences it first hand with a bunch of one-track-mind whelps, or here under your slayer powered thumb?”
Buffy opened her mouth, closed it then scrunched her nose trying to rebut that.
Giles, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, “You have no idea how it pains me to say this, Buffy, but I have to agree with Spike.”
Buffy sighed reluctantly. “I guess.”
“Excuse me.” Xander raised a finger, turned, walked to the window, moved the living room curtains to look out, then returned to the group surrounding the cake. At everyone’s look he explained, “Just checking the world still exists.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Okay, guys, dig in, the sooner we eat Dawn’s face---” She grinned innocently when she saw Dawn twisted her lips at the hideous face on the childlike cake. “---the sooner we start the game and the sooner Dawn gets bored.”
Dawn squealed but she quickly held it back as soon as it was uttered. She bit her lip to stop a smile that wanted to emerge full blow in response to Spike’s conspiring wink.
After Willow and Tara helped Buffy clear out the cake and the presents to the kitchen and dining room, the three girls came back laden with drinks and glasses, placing them on the living room table. Dawn pouted when all the alcohol was placed as far away from her as possible seeing as Buffy’s unwavering condition was changing the rules so that Dawn would drink soda instead.
The group took places on the ground surrounding the table.
“Let’s keep it easy and light …” Buffy started only to end with an exaggerated ‘ow’ when Dawn’s elbow rammed into her rib.
“Buffy, you promised, everything goes.” Dawn grinned widely. “You were outnumbered in the vote. Everyone agreed that it’s not real ‘I Never’ otherwise.”
Willow giggled when she heard Buffy mumble, “Traitors,” in stage whisper. The redhead caught everyone’s attention with a small wave. “Okay, I think the birthday girl should start.”
Dawn picked the soda bottle and frowned trying to remember how the people on that late night movie acted. “Uh, I never… smoked.”
Giles and Spike took a drink.
Dawn frowned. “I meant … you know, ‘I never smoked pot’,” she explained on Giles’ behalf. “Not smoke smoke.”
Giles shrugged, and again both he and Spike raised their glasses. A gasp to the right turned their attention to Tara’s eyes bugging as Willow took a drink as well.
“Willow?” Tara placed a boat load of questions in one word.
Willow blushed. “Um, Oz… well…” she trailed off.
“Here’s for dog boy, showing his gal the ropes!” Spike toasted, but an inch before the glass reached his mouth, Xander’s hand shot out to grab him.
“No toasts.” He wiggled his finger at the vampire. “Evil vamp wants to mooch on free drinks, he does it playing by the rules.”
“On this cheap drink that can’t fuzz out a pup?” Spike snorted and placed down his glass. “I’ll win this hands down, Scrappy.” He titled his head. “No real competition here… except maybe Ripper.” Spike chuckled at the competitive gleam that appeared in Xander’s eyes.
To the left, Giles had taken off his glasses and placed them in his shirt pocket. He made himself more comfortable.
“Okay, going clock wise, I guess I’m next,” Buffy said. She seemed to be getting into the mood of things. “I never … skinny dipped.”
Again, Spike and Giles took a drink. Several grinned and held back loud hoots at a blushing Tara who took a sip as well. Willow bumped shoulders with her girlfriend and gave her a meaningful ‘complete details later’ and they both giggled.
It was all silent for a while until Spike nudged Giles with his docs. “Oi, mate. Don’t tell me that little sip made you conk out already.”
Giles blinked noticing that everyone was looking at him expectantly. He hadn’t realized it was his turn. Suddenly, what Spike had said registered and he turned to look at the smirking vampire. “I’ll have you know, William, that I could drink you under the table.”
It was Giles’ turn to smirk at how the reference darkened Spike’s expression. The watcher had been apprehensive of this game. He had intended to try and sway Dawn from playing this, or at the very least excuse himself for some odd reason. However, the sad look that would have befallen the teenager’s face put a stop to that all too soon.
“As Spike’s haughty attitude suggested, I should say mine. Well, then…” He frowned thinking. “I had never… wait, no. That’s not right. Ah, right, I’d never worn black nail varnish.”
“Really??” Xander exclaimed. “'Cause in that picture I found with Will… ye-ouch!” He rubbed at his calf where long witch nail had dug in. “Never mind.”
Giles twisted his lips, but observed as Spike, Buffy, Willow picked up their drinks.
Spike made a loud burp as he leaned back. He blew a kiss at Buffy’s disgusted look. “My turn then. This one's a thinker.” He tilted his head back in what seemed like it would be deep thought, but that took no more than a second. “Right. I never dyed my hair.” And promptly took a drink himself.
He raised his eyebrow over the glass at everyone’s infuriated look. As he pulled down the half empty glass he snickered as everyone, minus Xander, took a drink.
“I vote that unless you honestly never did ‘I Never’ you are banned from the game. No, from the whole game area even! All in favor?” Xander shot a deadly glare at Spike.
Dawn exasperatedly rolled her eyes.
“Here here!” Buffy, however, agreed wholeheartedly as she unconsciously played with her hair. “Xander. It’s your turn.”
Xander opened his mouth and had to stop himself from grinding his teeth together when Spike whispered only for his ears, “Wish you hadn’t said that just now, don’t ya?”
With anger choked words, Xander said, “I never got so drunk that I got confused.”
Buffy was the first to drink, followed by Giles and Spike.
Dawn pouted. “I really hope you all don’t stick on saying grownup ‘I Never’s.”
Buffy patted her sister’s hair. “This is your choice, Dawnie, remember.” She grinned evilly. “This way if you drink to a grownup ‘I Never’ I’d know.”
Dawn’s eyes widened, she hadn’t thought of that. “I could like not drink and you’d never know,” she said defiantly.
Buffy shrugged. “Well, that’s against the rules, and you could get hexed or something.”
Dawn turned wide eyes at Willow, who shrugged. “This is the hellmouth, Dawnie. I wouldn’t try my luck,” she said, raising her shoulders apologetically.
“Keeping to the rules of truth games is a sacred bond.” Xander was physically set to pounce the minute that the next ‘I Never’ applied to him.
Spike snickered. “Easy to say for the boy who has yet to drink.”
Xander pretended that Spike didn’t exist anymore while he turned pleading eyes at Willow.
Willow gave a small smile. “I never ate a whole box of Twinkies by myself.”
With a whoop, Xander chugged down his glass as if drinking the entire glass would have him catch up to the others. He placed his glass down with a satisfied sigh.
Spike shook his head in mock sadness. “Pity play.”
Xander, still loopy from the quick drink, stuck his tongue out at Spike.
Spike looked at the childish act with half lidded eyes. “Better do something with that dangling meat, mate, or put it back where it belongs.”
Xander took a moment to process that before he felt his face heat up and he turned back to the table.
Spike was filled with satisfaction and when his eyes turned and caught Buffy’s, he stuck his tongue to the back of his teeth and leered.
“I-I never was attracted to s-someone I claimed to hate,” everyone snapped their attention to Tara’s whisper and watched her hair drop around her face, still not hiding the red tinged cheeks. The shy witch’s brand of bringing them back to the game shocked even her girlfriend.
Reluctantly, Xander, Spike and Buffy picked up their glasses. A second later, Giles did the same with a sigh.
Tara smiled when her girlfriend gave her a rolled eyed grin.
“I never made out with the same sex!” Dawn said trying to break the silent tension. She narrowed her eyes when all she got was shocked looks. She tapped his fingers. “We-ll? You really don’t want to enrage the ‘I never’ Gods, do you?” That showed them for ignoring the birthday girl.
Naturally, Willow and Tara sipped their drink, pretty blushes on their faces.
Buffy pushed around her glass with her fingers, before picking it up and taking a swallow. She had a firm look when she placed it down. “Beer bad.” That explained enough.
Spike picked up the open bottle, poured down more alcohol into his glass, then upon a moment of thought, he did the same for Giles who only let out a low snort. The two Englishmen gulped down the whole glass with nearly no wince to register.
Buffy’s eyes were as big as saucers. “I don’t want to know!” She looked on with fear at both men.
Xander was captivated with the table. It was the center of his being; no other reality existed but this. He even contemplated making a brand new living room table. One that didn’t hold bad memories.
Spike and Giles caught the different young stares before wincing as they barely looked at each other. “Bloody hell, never,” they said in unison.
Buffy hummed in thought. It was her turn to play again, wanting to move from the topic as soon as possible, “I never made a spell that went wrong.”
“Thanks, Buff,” Xander said, though the tone of his voice claimed the opposite.
Everyone at the table -other than Buffy- took a drink, only Spike and Giles didn’t have guilty looks on their faces, it was more of faraway gaze of someone who was trying to remember exactly what had transpired in their past dealings.
Buffy gave her sister a pointed glare when she sipped her soda guiltily.
And the game continued for several more rounds, in which Xander only got in two more drinks, even less than Dawn. It didn’t matter that Buffy was upset at Dawn for stealing a fish for God knew what reason, or that her baby sister saw a porno, it mattered that in the ‘I Never’ record, little Dawn was cooler than Xander.
The only victory that Xander had was when Spike mentioned in bored tones as he had tried to look down Buffy’s blouse, that he had never worn any ‘chit undies’. It was a testament of everything he HAD done, also a clear effort from the vampire to counter Xander’s hopes in having a getting a drink sometime in the recent future, as the blond had done all night.
Xander would have giving him that round if Willow hadn’t thrown at him one of her disapproving looks. So everyone ended up drinking in that round- yes, even Giles, who would be sure to get the weirdest looks the other day- all but Spike.
Xander snickered when Spike looked shocked and not a little impressed at him when he loudly slurped his drink, then made a satisfied sound with his tongue. Luckily for Xander, there was nothing in the rules for him to explain the when and how of the events. He would never live down that fraternity embarrassment, but at least it would only be between him, Willow and his college tormentors.
Why had he told her about that humiliation again? Right. She hadn't stopped nagging about why Xander had lipstick on his lips, thinking that he had kissed a girl. To save his sanity, Xander had given up and told her everything, but only after he made a pact with his friend not to tell anyone. They had spit-sworn and everything!
What threw the young man though, was that he could have sworn that there was a moment where Spike was looking a little too intently at the ladies of the room. He wasn’t going to over-think that. There lied badness and a crazy vampire who would do anything to gain an upper hand, even if it were in a future game of ‘I Never’.
And, yeah, Spike was right in what he had proclaimed early on in the game, Xander thought hiding an unmanly pout. Spike was the first place in the number of drinks he had, and he still wasn’t the least bit fuzzy headed. Drinks sucked. This game sucked. There was a reason he only played ‘Spin the Bottle’.
“I never rode on a motorbike,” Willow said forlorn.
As always Spike and Giles refilled their drinks, but this time with the addition of Dawn.
Buffy smiled nicely at Spike. “Mr. Pointy has been asking about you.”
Tara giggled too intoned in the game, and a little lightheaded, “I never had sex with a guy.”
Xander, Dawn and Tara sat this round out.
Xander mumbled, “I’m gonna pretend that I saw Giles *not* drink. Heck, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see SPIKE drink. I’m young, and apparently too innocent, and I need my sleep.”
“Gonna stay awake all night thinking about me, Xander?” Spike said in a falsetto tone. He dodged Xander's punch. “That Ethan bloke seems like a fun loving guy, eh, Rupes?”
Giles gave Spike his best Ripper look, even the vampire had to admit he felt a knot in his throat at that dark look.
“La, la, la, it’s a happy place, full of red and purple flowers and none shoe eating ponies and Giles didn’t have sex with evil Ethan…” Buffy sighed blissfully. Beer was bad but cheap whiskey wasn’t.
“Oi,” Spike said interested. “In that paradise of yours, slayer, am I blissfully non-buggered by your ex-honey?”
“Riley?!” Dawn’s eyes widened.
Buffy suddenly noticed her sister, and clamped her hands over her ears. “No! Save what little innocence you have!” she cried out desperately.
Dawn slapped Buffy’s booze weakened grip away. She caught a sick look on Spike’s face.
“Does Captain Cardboard’s hair stand straight up?” Spike asked with a tilt.
“Angel?!” the squeak was from Xander who was looking frantically around. “Bleach, any kind. Even the kind that Buffy and Biteless use!” He scrubbed at his head as if to release the evil images.
Giles looked contemplative. “That’s quite understandable seeing as…”
“No.” Buffy actually held Giles’ lips together. Slayer swiftness seemed to be all in order. “I knew this was a bad, bad idea. It screamed to me ‘Buffy, I’m bad,’ so no more understandable seeing. I am blissfully drunk and will wake up of no memory of this night.” She nodded assertively then she sat back down. “Dawnie.”
“I never had a tattoo.” Dawn grinned at Buffy.
“I’ll have you know it wasn’t consensual!” Buffy said as she took a drink. She mumbled in her drink, “It’s was all Giles’s boyfriend’s fault.”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the first one you mean.” She watched as Giles took a drink.
Spike titled his head. “I honestly dunno if I have any tats.” He swung his gaze around the table. “Anyone care to check? Harris?” When Xander pretended that he couldn’t hear Spike's questioning 'innocent' tone, the vampire sighed. “Ah, well, don't want to chance some game god takin' offence, so I’ll set this on out. Inking was more Angelus’ thing anyway.”
When Buffy replaced her glass with a content sigh, Spike continued as if he was having a conversation with her, “Remember that wicked beast on his right shoulder? How you could feel it if you close your eyes and lick…”
With a swift move to the right, Spike chuckled as he avoided the stake now emended in the couch cushions.
Xander didn’t move. He was frozen in his spot. His wide eyes though swerved as much as they could to his right and watched as the pencil thin stake pulsated with the impact.
“Buffy!” Dawn said in shock. “You actually tried to kill Spike!” She pointed. “And so telling mom the couch is totally your fault.” She huffed. “Who’s acting like a baby, if you read any of the books Giles told you to study…”
Buffy banged her head against the table top. “Short term memory, it’s really nice… alcohol bad, made my reflexes girly… Spike dust nice…”
Xander’s motor functions finally kicked in. “Spike, couch, what about, gosh, I dunno, ME?!” he spluttered pointing at the short distance separating him and the sharp projectile. Looking around, he searched for some kind of acknowledgment at the very least, he found none. Well, other than Spike snickers but those could have been due to Buffy’s hair soaking up the spilled liquid.
That was funny actually.
A loud groan was heard. Giles was stretching as he got ready to stand up. “I’m afraid this has to be the last one for me, as it is, I wonder how I will drive back.”
“Wait!” Dawn stood up to face him. “Just one more, and I’m the birthday girl, and I should say it!”
“Hurry up then, Bit, don’t want me to catch the morning light. I don’t freckle well.”
“Maybe you should try it,” Buffy said with venom, raising her head. If it weren’t for Spike, this night wouldn’t be as revealing as it was. It was all his fault.
“I never kissed a guy on the lips.”
Collective groaning at the reopening of that topic echoed in the room.
Buffy took a large gulp, somewhat unusual for her, but after the recent events no one faulted her. Willow took a sip finishing her glass, Tara right on her heels with a mumbled, “Prom,” as an explanation. Spike chugged down his glass, before standing up, and handing Giles his own. Giles placed his glasses on his face, but took the offering with a brief incensed shake of his head then finished it off.
“Great,” Xander whined as he and the others stood up. “Just me and Dawnie… w-w- what are you doing?!” the last was said in a horrified rush.
All eyes turned as one to look at Dawn who just finished wiping away the residue of gulping down the entire soda bottle.
She smiled sheepishly at them all.
Spike stalked over to her and took a sniff.
“Ew.” Dawn slapped at him. “Don’t smell me, Spike!”
“Just want to know who the bugger is so I can have… a nice talk with him.”
Buffy stood next to Spike in full slayer mood. “Dawn, let Spike sniff you.”
“What?! No. Guys. Listen. This is the only way I could tell you all, I have a boyfriend. And no, I’m not telling you his name, coz you all need to get used to that idea first, ok?” Dawn looked pleadingly at the protective group. “Please.”
Tara patted Dawn’s shoulder. “You know, Dawn, you could’ve told us this in a different way.”
Dawn shrugged sheepishly. “This was way more fun.”
Buffy groaned. “I can’t deal with this tonight. I’m too info-ed out.” She yawned. “Okay, people who don’t live here, leave. Dawn.” She caught his sister’s eyes. “Tomorrow we’re buying you a chastity-belt.”
Dawn took on an outraged appearance especially when she saw Spike nodding.
“Don’t think they sell those anymore, but I bet I can get a fine deal with a demon I know…”
“Good night, ladies!” Xander waved at Tara and Willow who were making their escape. “It was… interesting. I don’t think I know a group of people more, sadly.”
When Spike was about to write down his demon supplier’s name Xander grinned in goodbye at Buffy, wished a last happy birthday at Dawn then he dragged Spike out by the arm.
Behind them, they heard Giles say his goodnight before pulling the door closed behind him. The watcher stood next to the two men on the porch.
“I think I’m sober enough to drive now.”
Xander raised his eyebrows in uncertainty.
"I am," Giles defended, offended. He stumbled towards his car, hearing Xander's unsure voice behind him calling, "Are you sure?"
Giles didn’t answer and Xander and Spike watched as he moved down the driveway drunkenly, getting into his car and driving away.
“You know he went back home to his ‘secret’ single malt stash.”
Spike grunted in response.
“What?” the vampire sighed after a couple minutes of silence only punctuated by the sounds of the girls inside the house getting ready for bed.
Xander smacked a hand on his face. “This got to be the cheap booze talking, but what’s the deal with everyone’s ‘gay experiences’. I mean, I know I never went to college, that doesn’t mean that experimenting is limited to people in collage! You never went to collage!”
Spike scoffed. “I graduated top of my literature class, Numchuck.” He shook his head. This sure was a night of honest revelations. Thankfully, Xander was too wrapped up in his current pitiful life to notice Spike’s previous one.
“It’s not fair! Giles!” Xander said the last word in an offended way.
“I’m sure he was headboy back in his day.” Spike sniggered.
Xander slapped his hands over his head, gripping his hair. “That’s just wrong! I mean Dawn’s way cooler than me,” his voice dropped and so did his shoulders.
Spike scratched the back of his ear. “Want a snog then?” he said promptly.
Xander could hear his neck snap from the quick moment, but he couldn’t care. “WHAT?”
“I’m your best choice if you want to get that off your closeted ‘must experience’ list. You prefer Rupert, then?”
“Thank you for noticing.”
Mop of hair shook in an effort to make sense of it all.
Xander finally turned contemplative eyes at the bored looking vampire. “When did you last drink blood?”
“Why? You offering?”
“Fine. Uh, ‘round sunset.”
Xander did quick calculations in his mind.
Xander might be less tolerant to drink than he gave himself credit for.
Spike raised his eyebrow. “Well, no wonder you’re sweepin’ them bints left and right.”
Xander beamed cheekily. “Just trying to catch up with you, Matcho-man.”
“Let’s do this and be over with.”
“How…” Xander didn’t get to finish, because his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Xander had a moment of hesitation, the urge to pull back and pound at the cool alien feeling of another man’s lips on him, but that was fleeting. He felt Spike respond to him giving in without hesitation, lips softening against his, less forceful than at first. It was kissing, nothing new in that. Except everything. It was different, from the feel of the body against him, to the strong hand gripping his face into place, the firm shoulders he was leaving his nails imprint in, the feel of the hand sliding down his back, and the cool tongue dominating his. It was overwhelming his senses.
It could have been only a ten seconds or ten minutes for all Xander knew. He just knew that he wasn’t the one who moaned when it ended at the loss. He would swear on his parents’ life if it came to it. He also didn’t feel lightheaded nor experienced what the teenage girls call ‘jelly knees’.
“That ‘nuff experiencing for ya?”
Xander blinked. “Uh huh.”
Spike smirked. “Still have it.” He nodded as if speaking to someone else. “That’s nice to know.” He stuck his hands into his duster and walked away.
Xander nodded to himself after several moments standing there alone. He walked down the path to the driveway, and stood next to his car, a distant look in his eyes. He shook his head as he searched his pockets for his car keys. A frown marred his face. He could have sworn that the keys were in his jeans pockets. He even patted them to make sure right before…
Right before he dragged Spike outside, a second prior to Buffy declaring the vampire Guardian of Dawn’s Virtue which in her intoxicated mind might have seemed the best course of action. Xander didn't know if he should take up that position himself as he thought about Dawn having a teenage admirer, God he hoped he was a teenager, you didn't know with those Summers girls. However, something kept his thoughts of tearing the anonymous – for now - *boy* a new one at bay, enough for him to focus ...
Spike had his keys, which were attached to his wallet.
And Xander could care less.
He had supplied the party with drinks and his wallet was empty save for an expired library card he had kept because it made him look cool. And he had forgotten his license like usual right next to his spare car keys.
With a shrug, Xander started to whistle as he walked down the street to his apartment.
He didn’t need to look cool. He was. Being pick-pocketed, groped and French kissed by a guy, a dead guy, put him three points over Dawn in the game.
He was now tied with Tara!
The End… See, this was suppose to be a funny ficlet, heck I fooled myself enough to believe that a drabble was possible. Naïve thy is my name. Anyway, I wonder if there is potential for more in this? It kinda out grew my first contemplation of it. Should be studying for my last exam when I'd first written this. But as Xander so eloquently thought, I could care less! *pokes fic to see if something else comes out*
Thanks to lusciousxander for the quick beta!
Title: Someone Who Understands
Series: Part of Missing Scenes (MiSS) but as usual could be viewed as a standalone.
Pairing: None… well there is if you go for that and maybe stand on your head and squint.
Spoilers: Possible for S6 and S7
Setting: Anywhere in the mid S7… after one of the many times Spike was hurt.
Summary: Two people who needed a good talk with each other in Season 7… well, talk.
Author's note: If you haven't read Missing Scenes before you should know that when watching the show I felt that some characters needed to have certain scenes, so finally I stopped whining and decided to do something… write them as individual ficlets. As usual if you like the ficlet and want more to it, then you do so! *grin* but tell me before hand so I'll read it. 'Cause more than likely, no matter how much you beg (yes you know who you are… still love you, but it's still a no, sorry) I won't write more to it since I wrote it as a ficlet so it would stop bugging me as a storyline.
Thanks for lusciousxander for the quick beta!
"Can I come down?"
He looked up, his eyes lidded and did his best to shrug without jolting any of the numerous wounds on his body. "It's your home more than mine."
She bit her lip and shuffled on her feet. Her eyes unconsciously went from the man in front of her to the door at the top of the stairs, pondering her options. She took a deep breath and donned her resolve face, taking the last two steps into the basement. It was an easy path from there, another few steps and she was standing in front of him.
"S-spike?" she asked worriedly the vampire made no show of acknowledging her presence as she approached him.
After a lengthy silence, blue eyes looked up at her. Her chest tightened at the pain she saw in them as if he were expecting her to lay on him the blame and hurt. She wondered if she had the same look on her face, when she came back, cast at her friends.
After a few seconds, when no word came from either of them, Spike frowned. "Red, what are you doing down here?" he asked.
"I thought… I mean… would you like to talk?" she blurted in a stutter.
Spike raised an eyebrow, which was useless since
"Now that was impressive… care to elaborate the brooding?"
Spike pulled back surprised at the raw anguish he saw in those usually carefree green eyes.
"I reason I'm not the one that needs to talk here, hmm?"
Spike cut in. "Now, now, back up. The destroying world bit is your and Angelus' thing … I helped save the world when I was a fully on nasty. But the other things…" He smiled sadly.
"Does it help? I mean thinking about the good you did?"
His smile faded. "Only when you use it to think about… instead of the … other."
"Yeah, the other kinda sucks," she whispered.
Spike looked at her, really looked. The old
"Evil clearly rotted your brain, pet. Why me?"
She grinned. "You already asked me that."
He leaned back against the wall and tilted his head. The smile wasn't all gone after all. "And you rambled on in that cute way of yours and got nowhere fast."
"Oh." She blushed and looked down. She pulled at one of the loose strings sticking out of the cot's comforter. "Well, you've been there…" She looked up her eyes haunted once more. "You know?"
Spike nodded and smiled tightly. "Been there, visit regularly."
She bit her lip to stop herself from gasping when she saw the potent emotion shining from the vampire's azure eyes. They had always been expressive but this time there was something else there. She felt a jolt of something, it wouldn't be a far guess for her to assume that she was the only one to see that in him. Even Buffy wouldn't witness this. He wouldn't let her.
She knew there was the need to be loved there. Spike was a creature that sponged love and attention. He knew that he couldn't live without Drusilla and that was why he had kidnapped her and Xander and threatened her into 'make her love him again'.
She sometimes even felt her a tingle in her heart whenever she thought that she would one day meet Oz again. Yes, it didn't matter who you love. If you loved with all your heart you never stop. She still had the occasional dream about her and Xander… though she would never tell Xander that.
"You okay there, luv? Was talking about me pushing my way through them both… but you had this faraway look in your eyes."
Spike cocked his head and leaned back against the wall once more, his legs still spread relaxed, like they were talking about an everyday thing.
"You had the wistful look on you- the one about the past. Roads taken and what ifs… and the decisive wouldn't-have-done-it-any-other-way. Except the one where my choice was taken from me and I didn't like it so I did something I never even contemplated doing."
"Spooky." He smirked at her awed look. "Do you get that way sometimes?"
She felt her heart twist when as taken aback - as if he still couldn't believe that she was here to speak to him, with him. Not just to talk about her own problems.
But, he recovered fast. Spike does that, she noticed. He adapts. He was more human than most humans she knew. His eyes lost focus for a bit before refocusing on her once more.
"Always," he said sadly. "But it's always the other way 'round with me. See the only thing I don’t regret was when my choice was taken from me."
This time she gasped. "But you hate the chip!"
He smiled somehow like he was speaking with a young child who did not understand. And perhaps that was true.
"I wasn't only talkin' about the chip, yeah I hated it at the time. Couldn't fathom living my nights collared like that. But, you see, in a way it stopped me from doing more things that I would regret."
"But to take away your will…"
He shook his head to interrupt her. "I always had will, we all do. It's the missing thing that causes us to feel bad about the wrong things we do that made our choices easier."
"How so?" She turned around and raised her legs to sit Indian style.
"It was fun," he shrugged saying simply. "No consequences, no attachments. No fear. It was a rush."
"You miss it," she accused however understandingly.
He nodded as if she discovered something worth the world.
"That's what makes me know that I've made the right choice. I don't regret the soul. It's the first thing I'm really proud of, my first 'real' choice that had nothing to do with the chip or anyone compelling me. I may've done it for love… but I kept it 'cause it was right."
This time Spike smirked as if he never changed, the same carefree vampire she had met six years ago. Was it so long ago?
"You could always forfeit a prize you know, if you REALLY wanted to. I know I…" He scrunched his face. "… whined and moped about it. But when all things come to pass… I'm glad my nails weren't deep enough to cut it out."
"But… you do miss it… the no consequence thing?"
"Don't you?" He raised his eyebrow at her.
She nodded her eyes filling up. "It blocked the pain."
He wiped a tear that went unnoticed by her but she didn't move.
She knew she should feel ashamed but this was why she came here. For someone to understand. Giles might have understood but… no. She knew he wouldn't have understood… not like this.
"Some part of me liked it. Even before…
Spike's eyes twinkled. "It's always the quiet ones."
He raised his hands in show of peace. "Hey, like I said - been there."
"Care to share with the class, Spike?"
"Not if you turn Angel's hair purple… wait a sec…" He thought about it. "Nope, not even that."
Spike turned serious. "Evil is fun, pet, there's no question about that. But in the end of the day… you're always empty."
"That's why you never killed Buffy?" She grinned good naturally.
"No, that's 'cause she's good at what she does." They shared a grin.
He sat up pulling his legs forward. He took a deep breath. "Focus on the pain… because sometimes it feels like the only thing that's real. I try to forget, to think of something else… but, I remember everything with perfect clarity."
"Then it never goes away?"
Spike looked at her sadly. "
"But you did help, Spike. Someone who understands and maybe someone who can share with me this new experience."
He looked at her understanding downing him. "That's why you didn't go to Rupes?"
"Giles helped me, I can't deny that. Yeah, I know that he's been where I am, but he knows. I need someone who's as confused about this as I am. Someone who gets it… not knowing their next step but going through with it nonetheless."
Spike grinned. "Then I'm your vamp, 'cause I have no idea what I'm doing."
Spike laughed out load and smirked widely. "And maybe the purple?"
He looked at her with child-like glee, she couldn't help but grin back. "Sure, if you promise not to annoy Angel too much."
Spike pursed his lips. "Evil." Then he nodded. "It's a deal then."
"We just have to make sure we live through this." She looked at him because she knew that Spike had felt it as well. This was their biggest fight yet. Its darkness and strength called out to both of them and wasn’t the least bit pleased when they didn't heed its calls.
Spike shrugged and sprawled once more. "We'll get through it. If it's the last thing I do."
They sat in comfortable silence - somehow sensing that this might be the first and last time they do this - with only the sound of girls screaming at whatever nonsense upstairs and their separate unspoken thoughts filling it.
To celebrate me being back I'm posting my first Spander ficlet. Enjoy!
Title: Peanut Butter and Chocolate
Feedback: firstname.lastname@example.org ...
Rating: What do you think? I don’t know . . . R to be safe.
Spoilers: Uhh none maybe BtVS S5 but mostly AU.
Summery: oh no this is my first short fic it's silly and I’m not gonna tell you what happens ::sticks tongue:: so there!
Disclaimer: they belong to Joss, ME and co. I borrowed Spike Xander and whoever else is in here and returning them when I’m bored (can anybody guess when that will be?! lol)
Author note: I got this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head! I couldn’t sleep until I wrote it… so you poor people have to suffer an insomniac’s writings.
Dedication: to my co-writer Farah, who is the best I couldn’t have asked for a better co-writer and friend, enjoy! And of course to the best beta ever, Janet!! (Who read this before any of you *g*)
* = emphasize
~ = thoughts
( PB & C )