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SNOWMAN SPIKE, REVISTED
CHAPTER 119 - SNOWMAN SPIKE, REVISTED
FEBRUARY 15, 2009
SATURDAY
9:00AM
“You sure you don’t mind if I go to the restaurant this morning?” William asked over breakfast.
Buffy shook her head, “Of course not, you should go help her.”
“Because I don’t think she’d mind at all if I didn’t come today, considering...” he said, winking at her.
“No, go. It’s fine.”
“Trying to get rid of me, already then?”
“Only if you keep asking me if it’s alright,” she said, throwing her napkin at him across the table.
He laughed.
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
“When?”
“Huh?”
He motioned between him and her, “Um...when do you want to get married?”
“Uh...I...I don’t know, I haven’t really had a chance...”
“I know. Nevermind. We’ll talk about it some other time; I’m not trying to rush you, Elizabeth. You know that, right?”
She looked up at him, “I know. Thanks.”
“Well, guess I’ll be going then,” William said, reluctantly, as he was putting his coffee cup and plate in the sink. He slipped on his jacket, then came over to where she was sitting and bent over to give her a kiss.
“I won’t be gone too long today, luv.”
“Good,” she said, touching his face.
Leaning into her touch for a moment, he closed his eyes, then groaned as he opened them and looked at her adoringly, shaking his head.
“Bye.”
“Bye William, drive carefully, okay? Watch for any snowy patches.”
“I will,” he said, as the door closed behind him.
She walked over to the door just in time to see him driving off.
Buffy sighed in relief, then hurried to put her clothes on.
Five minutes later, she was running up the trail behind the house.
“Well, Buffy, this’ll teach you what not training for five years will do to you,” she said to herself, as she tried to catch her breath, when she arrived at the clearing beyond ‘their’ tree.
She had kept it together all morning, but as soon as William had left, she felt the uncontrollable urge to get up here to think. It had always been a place she’d come to over the years when she wanted to talk to Spike.
“Is that what this is?” she wondered, her missing Spike?
Buffy bent over and cleared some snow off of an area of the rock, pulled her coat around her legs and sat down. She would meditate like she used to do, and hope that she could still find him to talk to. Closing her eyes, she tried to envision his face, the way he had looked before. It was hard now that she’d been living with, and looking at William for so long. The same face, yet different. But it was him that she needed to talk to now.
She closed her eyes and cleared her mind of everything. After about fifteen minutes, she finally began to see an image of him. He was sitting on a bench, not far from where his crypt had been in Sunnydale. As she stood staring at him, he turned to her.
“Hello, Buffy,” he said, softly.
“Hello, Spike,” she said, sitting down next to him.
Spike looked at her, an unreadable expression on his face, “Come to tell me the news, then?”
“The news?”
He cocked his eyebrow at her.
“Oh...oh.” She laughed, “Yeah, it is pretty crazy me coming to tell you, isn’t it.”
“You said it, luv, not me,” he chuckled.
“Yeah,” she said quietly, looking down.
“Hey, look at me,” he said, reaching over and taking her chin in his hand. She shivered at the cool touch as she looked into his knowing eyes, “what’s wrong?”
“I...I don’t know. I’m happy, really happy, ecstatic even.”
“Liar,” he said, softly.
She shook her head, “No, Spike. I’m not, it’s just...”
“He’s not enough for you, is he?” Spike said, a hurt look on his face.
“No, no, no! That’s not it, he, I mean, William is wonderful, you’re wonderful. You know how much I love you, er...him,” she said, rolling her eyes. “God, this is really an insane troll-logic crsatrsation, isn’t it?”
“And a Kewpie Doll goes to the girl who states the obs,” s,” he said, with a slight smirk.
She gave him a look, then continued, “I just feel in order for William and I to move forward, I have to let you go, because sometimes I still miss that part of you. Does that make sense?”
“Still need a little monster in your man, pet?” Spike teased, cutting to the chase.
“No, it’s not that. I mean, I wouldn’t want to see William turned into you again. Oh, shit! That came out all wrong,” she said hurriedly, seeing his pained expression.
“Bloody hell, Slayer! What do you mean then; and be very specific.”
Buffy took a deep breath, “I miss the man that you’d become Spike,” she shook her head in wonder, “all the changes that you made to be a better man, to become a man. Sometimes I miss sharing our past with you. We have so much you know, and it’s a part of me that I can’t share with him, er...William. But I love him, as much as I love you, I mean, he is you, he always was a part of you and that part of you saw me, knew me, called to me...you were him, but he’s not you.”
“I’ll still always be inside you, luv,” Spike said, “you know that, so the question is, is William enough for you?”
She turned on the bench and reached over entwining her fingers with his, while her other hand came up to caress his face. It was cool under her palm and she ran her fingers gently over his lips before leaning in and giving him a tender kiss, “Thank you.”
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An hour later, walking back down from the ridge at a much more leisurely pace, Buffy felt at peace with herself. She could do this.
“Just a bit of buyer’s remorse,” she said, smiling at the metaphor.
It had snowed while she’d been walking; big, fluffy flakes floated down from the skies.
She was glad to see William’s car already back.
“Hey,” he said, waving to her from the doorway, “was just about to go out looking for you.”
“Here I am,” she said, smiling as she walked up to him, “just went for a walk.”
He pulled herhim,him, and brushed the snow out of her hair, then kissed her, “Missed you,” he said in a low voice.
“I missed you, too,” she said, and she had.
“Let’s go in, I’ll make us some something warm.”
“You go ahead, I want to do something first,” Buffy said.
“What’s that? Need some help with something?”
“Nope. It’s a surprise. Go on, go in, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” he said, giving her a benevolent grin.
She watched as he walked to the house and waved to him as he closed the door. As soon as she was sure he wasn’t looking at her through the windows she got busy.
“Ta da!” Buffy said, about 10 minutes later, setting the smallest part of the snowman she’d just made on top of the other two sections for the head.
She went to the back door and called insi“Wil“William, come look!”
William put down the book of poetry he’d been looking at, and got up from the couch, “Coming!” he said, as he walked through the kitchen to the back door.
“What is it?”
“Look,” she said, pointing.
“A snowman! You made a snowman!”
“Yeah, you showed me how the first time I ever came up here with you. I’ve been making them about this time of year ever since,” Buffy said. “But you have to help me make his face, okay?”
William nodded, “What do we use?”
“Um...carrots for his nose. Some burnt wood pieces for his eyes and mouth. Oh, and I need a hat and a scarf, too.”
“Be right back,” William said, hurrying to get the things she’d wanted.
He was back in 5 minutes with all that they needed. She took them from him as he put on his coat and boots.
Once outside, she let him put on the finishing touches.
“Would’ve helped you with all of it,” he said, pouting a bit.
“Just wanted to surprise you. Don’t worry, he’ll probably melt in a couple of days, then we can build another one.”
Finished with the snowman’s face, William put on its hat and tied the scarf around his neck. He also gave him some buttons going down his front.
“There!” he said, proudly. “Now, what shall we call him?”
“Um...well, he already has a name.”
“He does?”
“Yeah,” Buffy said, smiling, “kinda like Frosty the Snowman. He comes back every year.”
William wouldn’t have known from Frosty, except it had been on the television over the Christmas season, and he’d watched it. That, Rudolph, and lots of the holiday specials. It’s a Wonderful Life was his favorite, followed by A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.
“What’s his name then?” William asked, grinning.
Buffy picked up a handful of soft snow and sprinkled it over the snowman’s head, “I hearby christen thee, Snowman Spike.”
“Snowman Spike?” William asked, rolling his eyes.
“The seventh, to be exact. Or would you rather I christen him, Winter Wonderland William?” she asked, laughing as she tossed some snow at him, “because I can do that. I can sooo do that!”
His eyes widened at her, then narrowed, “Winter Wonderland...oh God! That’s just...God awful. How about...? Darn, nothing goes with your name!” he said, frustrated.
“Doesn’t mean you’re not going to get it still!” he said, lunging at her. She quickly dodged away and William wound up falling into the snow, sans Elizabeth.
“Hoo-hoo!” she cried, laughing, “that’ll teach you.”
He quickly got up and reclaimed his dignity, by whooping loudly and running at her full speed. Before she could turn around and run, he tackled her and they both fell into a heap in the snow.
They laughed, throwing snow at each other, him succeeding in getting some down the back of her jacket and top, making her scream from its iciness.
“Surrender! Say you surrender!” he said at her, threatening to do more of the same.
“I surrender, I surrender!” she giggled.
He rolled them over in the snow a few times, her winding up on top of him. Laughing still, she kissed him, “Umm...” she said, “my very own snowman!”
Finally she got up, extending her hand to him. One last time, he pulled her back down and he pinned her and kissed her hard, then looking satisfied, got up and pulled her with him.
As they walked into the house, she felt inside her pocket jacket to the two burnt wooden fangs that she’d always used to make the snowman into her lover's namesake.
She took one last look before closing the door, “Sorry Snowman Spike, you'll have to make due with regular teeth this year,” she whispered.
END CHAPTER 119
A/N Hope this last chapter isn't too confusing. Or the last 3 for that matter. If when I'm referring to something that's a fact of his past from my story, those of you who already read One Normal Day, will know the whole backstory of Edna, Lawrence, etc. And also of Snowman Spike.
Next chapter will definitely have the return of a certain tweed-suited character.
Thanks for reading. R&R please.:)
I want you to know that I appreciate each and everyone of you on AFF.NET who are reading the story! You guys rock!
spikealicious
FEBRUARY 15, 2009
SATURDAY
9:00AM
“You sure you don’t mind if I go to the restaurant this morning?” William asked over breakfast.
Buffy shook her head, “Of course not, you should go help her.”
“Because I don’t think she’d mind at all if I didn’t come today, considering...” he said, winking at her.
“No, go. It’s fine.”
“Trying to get rid of me, already then?”
“Only if you keep asking me if it’s alright,” she said, throwing her napkin at him across the table.
He laughed.
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
“When?”
“Huh?”
He motioned between him and her, “Um...when do you want to get married?”
“Uh...I...I don’t know, I haven’t really had a chance...”
“I know. Nevermind. We’ll talk about it some other time; I’m not trying to rush you, Elizabeth. You know that, right?”
She looked up at him, “I know. Thanks.”
“Well, guess I’ll be going then,” William said, reluctantly, as he was putting his coffee cup and plate in the sink. He slipped on his jacket, then came over to where she was sitting and bent over to give her a kiss.
“I won’t be gone too long today, luv.”
“Good,” she said, touching his face.
Leaning into her touch for a moment, he closed his eyes, then groaned as he opened them and looked at her adoringly, shaking his head.
“Bye.”
“Bye William, drive carefully, okay? Watch for any snowy patches.”
“I will,” he said, as the door closed behind him.
She walked over to the door just in time to see him driving off.
Buffy sighed in relief, then hurried to put her clothes on.
Five minutes later, she was running up the trail behind the house.
“Well, Buffy, this’ll teach you what not training for five years will do to you,” she said to herself, as she tried to catch her breath, when she arrived at the clearing beyond ‘their’ tree.
She had kept it together all morning, but as soon as William had left, she felt the uncontrollable urge to get up here to think. It had always been a place she’d come to over the years when she wanted to talk to Spike.
“Is that what this is?” she wondered, her missing Spike?
Buffy bent over and cleared some snow off of an area of the rock, pulled her coat around her legs and sat down. She would meditate like she used to do, and hope that she could still find him to talk to. Closing her eyes, she tried to envision his face, the way he had looked before. It was hard now that she’d been living with, and looking at William for so long. The same face, yet different. But it was him that she needed to talk to now.
She closed her eyes and cleared her mind of everything. After about fifteen minutes, she finally began to see an image of him. He was sitting on a bench, not far from where his crypt had been in Sunnydale. As she stood staring at him, he turned to her.
“Hello, Buffy,” he said, softly.
“Hello, Spike,” she said, sitting down next to him.
Spike looked at her, an unreadable expression on his face, “Come to tell me the news, then?”
“The news?”
He cocked his eyebrow at her.
“Oh...oh.” She laughed, “Yeah, it is pretty crazy me coming to tell you, isn’t it.”
“You said it, luv, not me,” he chuckled.
“Yeah,” she said quietly, looking down.
“Hey, look at me,” he said, reaching over and taking her chin in his hand. She shivered at the cool touch as she looked into his knowing eyes, “what’s wrong?”
“I...I don’t know. I’m happy, really happy, ecstatic even.”
“Liar,” he said, softly.
She shook her head, “No, Spike. I’m not, it’s just...”
“He’s not enough for you, is he?” Spike said, a hurt look on his face.
“No, no, no! That’s not it, he, I mean, William is wonderful, you’re wonderful. You know how much I love you, er...him,” she said, rolling her eyes. “God, this is really an insane troll-logic crsatrsation, isn’t it?”
“And a Kewpie Doll goes to the girl who states the obs,” s,” he said, with a slight smirk.
She gave him a look, then continued, “I just feel in order for William and I to move forward, I have to let you go, because sometimes I still miss that part of you. Does that make sense?”
“Still need a little monster in your man, pet?” Spike teased, cutting to the chase.
“No, it’s not that. I mean, I wouldn’t want to see William turned into you again. Oh, shit! That came out all wrong,” she said hurriedly, seeing his pained expression.
“Bloody hell, Slayer! What do you mean then; and be very specific.”
Buffy took a deep breath, “I miss the man that you’d become Spike,” she shook her head in wonder, “all the changes that you made to be a better man, to become a man. Sometimes I miss sharing our past with you. We have so much you know, and it’s a part of me that I can’t share with him, er...William. But I love him, as much as I love you, I mean, he is you, he always was a part of you and that part of you saw me, knew me, called to me...you were him, but he’s not you.”
“I’ll still always be inside you, luv,” Spike said, “you know that, so the question is, is William enough for you?”
She turned on the bench and reached over entwining her fingers with his, while her other hand came up to caress his face. It was cool under her palm and she ran her fingers gently over his lips before leaning in and giving him a tender kiss, “Thank you.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later, walking back down from the ridge at a much more leisurely pace, Buffy felt at peace with herself. She could do this.
“Just a bit of buyer’s remorse,” she said, smiling at the metaphor.
It had snowed while she’d been walking; big, fluffy flakes floated down from the skies.
She was glad to see William’s car already back.
“Hey,” he said, waving to her from the doorway, “was just about to go out looking for you.”
“Here I am,” she said, smiling as she walked up to him, “just went for a walk.”
He pulled herhim,him, and brushed the snow out of her hair, then kissed her, “Missed you,” he said in a low voice.
“I missed you, too,” she said, and she had.
“Let’s go in, I’ll make us some something warm.”
“You go ahead, I want to do something first,” Buffy said.
“What’s that? Need some help with something?”
“Nope. It’s a surprise. Go on, go in, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” he said, giving her a benevolent grin.
She watched as he walked to the house and waved to him as he closed the door. As soon as she was sure he wasn’t looking at her through the windows she got busy.
“Ta da!” Buffy said, about 10 minutes later, setting the smallest part of the snowman she’d just made on top of the other two sections for the head.
She went to the back door and called insi“Wil“William, come look!”
William put down the book of poetry he’d been looking at, and got up from the couch, “Coming!” he said, as he walked through the kitchen to the back door.
“What is it?”
“Look,” she said, pointing.
“A snowman! You made a snowman!”
“Yeah, you showed me how the first time I ever came up here with you. I’ve been making them about this time of year ever since,” Buffy said. “But you have to help me make his face, okay?”
William nodded, “What do we use?”
“Um...carrots for his nose. Some burnt wood pieces for his eyes and mouth. Oh, and I need a hat and a scarf, too.”
“Be right back,” William said, hurrying to get the things she’d wanted.
He was back in 5 minutes with all that they needed. She took them from him as he put on his coat and boots.
Once outside, she let him put on the finishing touches.
“Would’ve helped you with all of it,” he said, pouting a bit.
“Just wanted to surprise you. Don’t worry, he’ll probably melt in a couple of days, then we can build another one.”
Finished with the snowman’s face, William put on its hat and tied the scarf around his neck. He also gave him some buttons going down his front.
“There!” he said, proudly. “Now, what shall we call him?”
“Um...well, he already has a name.”
“He does?”
“Yeah,” Buffy said, smiling, “kinda like Frosty the Snowman. He comes back every year.”
William wouldn’t have known from Frosty, except it had been on the television over the Christmas season, and he’d watched it. That, Rudolph, and lots of the holiday specials. It’s a Wonderful Life was his favorite, followed by A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.
“What’s his name then?” William asked, grinning.
Buffy picked up a handful of soft snow and sprinkled it over the snowman’s head, “I hearby christen thee, Snowman Spike.”
“Snowman Spike?” William asked, rolling his eyes.
“The seventh, to be exact. Or would you rather I christen him, Winter Wonderland William?” she asked, laughing as she tossed some snow at him, “because I can do that. I can sooo do that!”
His eyes widened at her, then narrowed, “Winter Wonderland...oh God! That’s just...God awful. How about...? Darn, nothing goes with your name!” he said, frustrated.
“Doesn’t mean you’re not going to get it still!” he said, lunging at her. She quickly dodged away and William wound up falling into the snow, sans Elizabeth.
“Hoo-hoo!” she cried, laughing, “that’ll teach you.”
He quickly got up and reclaimed his dignity, by whooping loudly and running at her full speed. Before she could turn around and run, he tackled her and they both fell into a heap in the snow.
They laughed, throwing snow at each other, him succeeding in getting some down the back of her jacket and top, making her scream from its iciness.
“Surrender! Say you surrender!” he said at her, threatening to do more of the same.
“I surrender, I surrender!” she giggled.
He rolled them over in the snow a few times, her winding up on top of him. Laughing still, she kissed him, “Umm...” she said, “my very own snowman!”
Finally she got up, extending her hand to him. One last time, he pulled her back down and he pinned her and kissed her hard, then looking satisfied, got up and pulled her with him.
As they walked into the house, she felt inside her pocket jacket to the two burnt wooden fangs that she’d always used to make the snowman into her lover's namesake.
She took one last look before closing the door, “Sorry Snowman Spike, you'll have to make due with regular teeth this year,” she whispered.
END CHAPTER 119
A/N Hope this last chapter isn't too confusing. Or the last 3 for that matter. If when I'm referring to something that's a fact of his past from my story, those of you who already read One Normal Day, will know the whole backstory of Edna, Lawrence, etc. And also of Snowman Spike.
Next chapter will definitely have the return of a certain tweed-suited character.
Thanks for reading. R&R please.:)
I want you to know that I appreciate each and everyone of you on AFF.NET who are reading the story! You guys rock!
spikealicious