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The One	By : Dee12 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 1764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part: (2/3)

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She has a speech prepared and everything. Arms folded, stern look carefully in place, and she�s all ready to unload it until:

"You weren�t lookin to get this bed back anytime soon were you, B?"

Buffy�s arms relax, her hands settle down into her jean pockets, as she watches Faith yawn widely and snuggle under the covers.

She smiles. "No, I was just checking up on it. You know, making sure the covers were still � fluffy and cover-y."

So much for her �it�s the end of the world and I want my bed� speech.

"Oh," Faith says, stretching lazily. "For a minute, I thought you were gonna make me give up these plush digs."

Buffy quirks her lip. "Wouldn�t dream of it."

This might be her last night on earth she wasn�t delusional enough to ignore the possibility. The plan could go horribly wrong (wouldn't be the first time), all of these girls who entrusted their lives to her could die, fighting a war they never asked nor wanted to be a part of. Not to mention her friends and Dawn � the only real family she has left, unless she suddenly decides to count her shiftless, absentee father�

Another delusion she wasn�t willing to give in to.

Was it selfish to want more than anything to spend this, possible last night in her bed, surrounded by her New Kids on the Block posters?

"Yo, if you�re leaving, could you shut the light off on your way out?"

Buffy smiles and takes a moment to look around the room. The pictures on the corkboard, the window she spent countless nights sneaking in and out of, and the Jordan Knight picture collage she stealthily hid in the corner by her bed,

She sighs, her smile widening from the memories and shuts off the light.

"But what about my bag of illusions?!"

The sound of Giles� rather distraught voice causes Buffy to stop at the bottom of the stairs, and she curiously tilts her head to the side. �Bag of illusions?� If Giles had one of those, whatever the hell it is, why didn�t he say something about it earlier? He knows they need any weapon they can get their hands on to battle the First.

She shrugs and opens the front door, stepping outside,

"Guess a bag of whosawhatsit wouldn�t help anyway," she mutters.

There�s a slight chill in the air and she wraps her arms around her middle. It�s clear out, eerily peaceful, and for the first time, she realizes theirs is the only house left on the block with a burning porch light. Everyone�s gone, stuffed whatever the could of their lives into a car and just drove off towards a Sunnydale-less future � whatever that may hold.

She thinks about it lots of times, mostly lying in her bed where maybe she can feel a little less guilty, what a Sunnydale-less future would be like. In the past, the vision always consisted of Dawn, Willow, Xander, Giles, and herself all retiring from the life of violence somewhere tropical. Where Xander won�t stand out in his Hawaiian shirts and she can get a great tan. Giles would have an earring and Dawn would be dating a surfer; and of course she would come home from long days of lifeguarding at the beach, to Angel who would have dinner ready and waiting�

But lately, that vision keeps shifting. The gang�s all there, naturally, but instead of walkin thn the door and being greeted by a pair of soulful brown eyes, she�s met with the most electric blue she�s ever seen. The smell of coconut mysteriously transforms into the staleness of a cigarette; and the voice warmly saying �Honey, you�re home�, is decidedly Cockney.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Buffy sighs and wearily shakes her head. This is the last thing her mind should be on.

"I see you�re getting in a little quiet reflection too, huh?"

She turns, a warm smile immediately forming on her lips at the sound of her best friend�s voice,

"It�s the perfect night for it. Who could sleep?"

Willow grins, "Anya�s passed out, drooling on the kitchen table."

"Oh," Buffy shrugs. "Well, besides the crazy ones."

The redhead chuckles and takes her place at Buffy�s side. A comfortable silence builds between the two as they stare out into the darkness.

"Will," Buffy begins after a moment, "do you ever think about the future?"

"Sure. Actually, a few days ago, I was thinking about getting something pierced. You know, cause Kennedy�s got the tongue ring and that�s --," she blushes, "alotta fun. I was thinking future Willow would walk on the wild side�maybe pierce my ears again."

"Future Willow is unpredictable," Buffy grins.

"Damn straig Wil Willow nods proudly. "She even swears more, too."

Buffy pauses. "Angel was here�"

"Ohh."

"And seeing him � it just got me thinking about what I want for future Buffy. I had the �I Love Lucy� domestic vision of him and me together some day, and I held onto that for so long�" her voice trails off and she takes a deep breath.

"I had those too," Willow says, giving her a knowing smile.

Buffy raises an eyebrow,

"Uh, not about you and Angel � or uh, me and Angel," Willow shakes her head. "I used to see myself backstage at some big arena waiting for the Dingoes to finish their completely sold out concert to a packed house of thirty thousand screaming fans. I would have bottled water, oh, and a towel, waiting with ed bed breath for Oz to come running off that stage," she pauses. "And then that future changed to me coming home to find Miss Kitty Fantasico playing with one of those big balls of yarn and Tara sitting lazily on the couch, waiting on me so that we can watch a documentary on the Salem Witch Trials." A smile breaks out on Willow�s face and she dabs her now misty eyes with the sleeve of her PJ�s. "She would watch it just for me, just to keep me from getting upset."

She sighs heavily. "That vision can change for everyone, Buffy. I mean, Oz is gone, and Tara�"

Buffy slips her arm around Willow�s shoulder and offers her a tiny smile.

"And Miss Kitty�"

"Sorry about that," Buffy cringes, "Dawn didn�t know the string was slip-y."

"All I�m saying is, if the Angel in future Buffy�s life, isn�t so � Angel like it�s O.K. Things change. And hey! If we all die tomorrow, then you won�t have to worry about" Wi" Willow says, smirking wickedly.

Buffy laughs. "Yeah, there�s always that."

"I think there�s one last Hot Pocket left in the freezer. I�ll, spilt it with you. I�m pretty sure Andrew taped his name on the box again, but we can take it off and then tell him it was never there," Willow says with a devilish look in her eyes.

Buffy softly chuckles. "You are quite the evil genius, Will."

"Yeah," she grins. "Future Willow�s also going to be a criminal mastermind, in addition to having her cartilage pierced."

"I�ll pass on the Hot Pocket. There�s something I think I should take care of before the end of the world."

She has this speech prepared. All of it is formed out perfectly in her head as her hand glides down the banister on the basement stairs. Buffy knows exactly what she�s going to say, until she sees him. Spike�s standing directly across from her, silent, a ghost of a smile on his lips�

And suddenly she�s speechless.

TBC�
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