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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel.
This story is not for profit. "Daylight" is Alison Krauss and Union
Station, from the album New Favorite.
Usually, this is where I'd say something witty about not suing me or whatnot,
but I'm out of clever things to say at the moment�
Rating: NC-17 (all the usual reasons�which boils
down mainly to naked Spike.)
Summary: When the Powers that Be decide to
"reward" a vampire with a soul, Buffy finds herself forced to realize
that maybe things aren't what she always thought they were� (Spike/Buffy)
Spoilers: This picks up directly after "Not
Fade Away," so everything on both shows is fair game here.
Author's Note: First off, I'd like to make it clear that
I'm not one for character "bashing." Writing negative portrayals of a
character simply because I don't like them isn't my style, seeing as it tends
to lead to bad characterization and weak plots. However, in this fic I do make several
of what I feel to be justified points concerning the negative aspects of
Angel's character. While I respect that everyone has their own opinion and will
certainly listen to your point of view should you feel the need to write me an
email about how Buffy and Angel have the truest love ever, and I'm just a
deluded psycho who's been blinded by the shininess of Spike's hair, I'd prefer
not to. So, if you're a rabid B/A shipper (which if you're at most of the sites
where I post you're probably not, but I just want to cover my bases), or even
just such a big fan of Angel that you feel he can do no wrong, I suggest
navigating your browser away from this page.
Also, you may notice some
similarities to my earlier fic "After the End Has Come and Gone." The
two stories aren't identical by any means, but I deal with some of the same issues
in this fic as I did in that one. "After the End�" was the first
Buffy fic I began, and there were several key episodes I had not seen when I
started it. I feel that as my knowledge of the show and the characters
expanded, that fic sort of fell apart. I had a few things planned that I wanted
to do with it, but by then end it was such a mess that I just concluded and was
done with it. Now I feel like I can better accomplish what I really meant to do
with that story, and I'm attempting to try again from a different angle here.
So yes, some minor things are the same, but it will in no means be the same
story. It follows a different plot, and my approach to
many of these issues will be different.
I'd also like to thank Niamh for the opportunity to share rants and plot bunnies
with her. *wink* I don't think I ever would've had my thoughts sorted out
enough to write this fic otherwise.
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Daylight

By: Addie Logan

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Daylight falls

And I'm lost in the big parade

Hold my hand darling

I'm afraid of the daylight

Shade is dark

Cool and languid for life or long

Safe in shadow, it's never as dark as the daylight

As the daylight

When I was just knee high

My momma told me never try to be

Someone that I am not

Yet over time I had forgot

A wandering child, so lost at play

He's found himself, but he can't find his way

In the daylight, oh the daylight

Oh daylight, oh daylight

Life is short

And there's no turning back the time

Fragrant meadows and rocks to climb

In that daylight

In my mind

There's a corner I need to turn

Lessons left is a lesson learned

In the daylight

In the daylight

I miss the forest shade that took me there

The promise I made can never leave the dark so dear

Safe and soothing yet I fear

As I recall and I reflect

I see it's safer to connect to the daylight

Oh the daylight

Oh daylight, oh daylight

Daylight falls

And I'm lost in the big parade

Hold my hand darling, I'm afraid

Of the daylight, of the day ...

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"Let's go to work."
Spike stood as straight as he
could, Angel's answer to his question about a plan barely registering as Spike
prepared to fight what he suspected would be his last battle.
He wasn't afraid to dust. He'd been
prepared for it in the final battle on the Hellmouth, and in a lot of ways, he
still felt like that should've been his end. Everything since then hadn't felt
like much of anything real anyway.
Spike took a deep breath, ignoring
the fact that he didn't need it and the mixture of blood and rain on his face
that made the act difficult. This was the end, and he was ready for it.
"So you need a little help
with that dragon, or were you planning on going at it alone?"
Spike turned at the sound of the
all-too-familiar voice. As he saw Buffy step from the shadows, leaning casually
on the hilt of a sword, his emotions shifted from surprise to elation to fear.
He wasn't planning on making it out of this, and he didn't want the same ending
for her. He opened his mouth to speak, to urge her to sit this one out, but
Angel spoke first.
"Buffy? Why are you here? This
isn't�"
"If you finish that sentence
with 'your fight,' I swear I'm staking you. And I'm here because one of Giles's
seers said you had some trouble brewing in good ol'
LA."
"And you just decided to rush
down here on your own and take on the armies of Hell?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. It was a
gesture Spike had seen her do a thousand times, but this time he noticed
something different. She had a calm self-assuredness to her, one that she'd
grasped for in the past but had never quite achieved. He realized that some
time in the past year�away from him�she'd grown up.
"Not alone," Buffy
informed Angel. "I called in the cavalry."
It was then that Spike noticed the
demons weren't advancing on them at quite the speed they had been before. Many
of them had begun to scatter, some turning around to face an opponent behind
them.
"Brought my army," Buffy
said. "Think it might come in handy?"
"Will it ever," Gunn replied.
He winced, clutching his stomach wound.
"You," Buffy said,
pointing to Illyria, "take him back out this
alley here. There's a few healers not far. They can
help him."
Illyria stared at the Slayer for a
moment. "I wish to remain here and do violence."
"That's great. Help him first.
I'm sure there will be plenty of violence left for you when you get back."
Illyria looked back at the smaller band
of demons not distracted by the Slayers that had regrouped and were starting to
advance on them again. She then surprised Spike by doing as Buffy had said, helping Gunn down towards where Buffy had indicated
there would be someone to help him. Angel gaped as Buffy came to stand between
the two vampires, her sword now raised.
"What?" Buffy asked at
Angel's wary expression.
"She's a hellgod.
She normally doesn't so what people say like that."
"Yeah, well, a hellgod's nothing I haven't dealt with before," Buffy
replied. "Hi, Spike. Remind me to kick your ass when all this is
over." With that, Buffy leapt into battle.
Angel and Spike shared a brief
glance before joining her.

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As it grew dark only moments after
the sun had begun to rise, Angel frowned, his trademark brooding becoming
almost palpable. Spike leaned against the wall of the alley they'd ducked into
to protect themselves from those few moments of sunlight. "What's the
matter this time, Peaches? Y'know, despite the fact that you
entered into an unholy pact that has brought Hell down on our heads?"
Spike wiped blood from his forehead, keeping it from running down into his
eyes. "Were you hoping to burst into flames?"
"The last time the sun
darkened like this, things got really ugly, really fast," Angel replied.
"Well, things are already
ugly. And it's just Willow working a little mojo so we're not stuck out in the
daylight. As long as she doesn't get all veiny we
should be fine. Well, aside from the fact that those hoards of demons still
want to kill us."
"Would you stop that? Don't
you think I know I screwed up this
time? One of my best friends is dead. I don't need your snide comments to remind
me what I've unleashed."
Spike blinked. "Not like you
to admit when you're wrong."
"Yeah, well, the mess outside
this alley is sort of rubbing it in my face." Angel stared down at the
small river of watery blood running in front of him. "I should've listened
to Cordelia. She got a reprieve from death to warn me, and I didn't listen. I
thought I did, but�"
"Yeah, well, coulda, shoulda,
woulda, mate. It's dark again now, and we have a battle to fight."
Angel nodded, raising his sword
again.

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Three dark days passed before the
battle was over. Spike stood, surveying the carnage. The demons had been
defeated, but Slayers had fallen as well. It was all a bloody mess.
In the one hundred and twenty four
years that he'd been a vampire, Spike had never seen anything quite like this. It
had gone beyond any fight he'd ever fought, more than he should've been able to
handle with just fists and fangs.
He was still surprised he hadn't
ended up as nothing more than dust washing into a gutter.
"You know, I really didn't
appreciate having to find out you weren't dead from some psychic predicting
doom in Los Angeles."
Spike didn't look at Buffy as she
walked up beside him. "Things have been complicated."
"Yeah, I bet. You know, I
thought maybe you were different than all the others, but then you go and
abandon me the first chance you get, too. I should've known all that stuff you
said before about me being 'the one' didn't really mean anything."
"Buffy, it meant�" Spike
sighed. "This really isn't the time. There's�well, there's
bodies everywhere for starters."
"Willow and some of the other
witches are taking care of the demon bodies."
"And the
girls?"
"The Slayers are being
identified so their bodies can be sent home." Spike heard her draw in a
shuddering breath. "You were planning on dying here, weren't you."
"Would've if
you hadn't showed up. No
way we could've taken all of them on by ourselves and lived to tell about it."
"You were going to die, and
you weren't going to say good-bye?"
Part of Spike wanted to turn
around, grab Buffy and beg her to forgive him. Another part of him didn't want
to go there again, was too tired to start over with her in something that he
knew could only end badly. It was the second part that won out. "We said
our good-byes, Buffy."
"Did we?"
"Yeah."
Buffy was keenly aware of the fact
that he hadn't looked at her once since she'd walked up. "Spike, I'm not
saying that you should've come back to me in a relationship sort of sense. I'm
not even saying you had to be where I was. If you wanted to stay in LA and help
Angel, fine. But I thought you were gone. As in permanently.
I mourned you, and you were here the
whole time, doing perfectly fine. You could've at least had the decency to let
me know that someone I care about wasn't dead."
"Yeah, mourning your way right
into the arms of the Immortal from what I've heard."
For a moment, Buffy was speechless.
Finally, she snapped, "That is not the issue�or any of your
business."
"I almost sought you out. I
was incorporeal for a while, but as soon as I was solid again, I was going to
find you. But what could I say after how we ended things? How could I top an
exit like that?"
"How could you�? Dammit,
Spike, you showing up on my doorstep and saying 'hi' would've topped that exit!
God, you can be so dense sometimes, you know that? Just seeing you, looking at
you and knowing you were real�that would've topped any exit." Buffy
laughed humorlessly. "You're all the same. You, Angel,
even Riley. All about the big gestures. Never
thinking about how those left behind will deal with the fallout of your grand fucking
exits."
"Don't compare me to them�"
"Then don't act like them! And
it wasn't just me, Spike. Other people missed you, too."
"Yeah, like who? None of your
bloody Scoobies ever gave a damn about me."
"Dawn did. Do you have any
idea how many tears she's cried for you? How guilty she feels for not patching
things up with you before you 'died?' Or how about just what losing someone
else she loved did to her?"
Spike looked at her for the first time
then. "Buffy, I didn't�"
"No, you didn't. I have a mess
to help clean up." Buffy turned, ignoring Spike as he called out her name.
But when she heard the thump of a body hitting the pavement, she turned. Spike
was lying in a heap.
Buffy ran over to him, shaking him.
"Spike! Come on, wake up. You're not all dusty,
so I know you're not any deader�" Buffy tried to pull him to his feet,
only to have him slump against her. She reached up to steady him, her hand
grazing over his chest.
Suddenly, Buffy froze. She moved
her hand back down slowly, stopping over his heart. Her eyes widened as her
suspicion was confirmed.
It was beating.

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