Title: Mine

Author: Gillian Silverlight

Distribution: My site at www.homestead.com/gilliansspikelair/ others please ask.

Disclaimer: They belong to Josh and the WB. I just play with them

Rating: G

Summary: What if Darla called Buffy about her night with Angel?

Lyrics By Savage Garden

Mine

It was 3am. Something had awakened Buffy. She lay in the darkness listening.

The phone was ringing. That must have been it.

She rolled over to answer it.

"Is this Buffy?" A soft female voice asked her.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Oh, I don't think you need to worry about who this is." The woman laughed, a liquid rippling sound.

"But I do know something you might be interested in knowing..." the voice taunted through the phone.

"And that would be what?" Buffy was getting irritated. She didn't want to play games at 3am. She wanted to sleep.

"Your lover-boy spent last night in the arms of someone else."

"I think you'd even know her name."

Panic set into Buffy.

"Who are you talking about? Who do you think is lover-boy?"

"Oh, have you forgotten your Angel so quickly?" The voice laughed again, a sultry bedroom sound.

"A-Angel?"

"Oh yes, Angel.... He spent the night in the arms of an old lover."

"Who are you talking about?" Buffy's head was spinning. Angel had been in bed with someone else? Who? Did he still have his soul? What old lover? He had said she was the first woman he had ever loved....

"You know the name... Darla.." the voice said the name slowly.

"Wrong! Darla is dead. I saw her die myself!"

"Funny what a little magick can do isn't it?"

"Bring back someone who had died... give a soul back to a vampire... or maybe take it away again...." the voice laughed again.

The phone clicked. They were gone.

Buffy sat up in bed. Her head was spinning.

* Angel? My Angel? Except he isn't my Angel anymore... but in bed with someone else? Was his soul gone? And Darla? She's dead, I saw Angel kill her years ago *

Buffy thought she was going to be sick. She couldn't even call anybody, not at this time of night.

She got up and went to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on her face, Buffy woke up a bit more. It helped to calm her just a tiny bit.. Didn't it?

* Oh god! How could this all be? Why am I so upset? He's not mine any more.. And I was sleeping with Riley for months. How can I expect him to not be with someone? *

* Because he said that was the reason he was leaving me. Because we couldn't be together like that. *

The nausea of feeling betrayed slowly went away. The anger was pushing it aside. How could he? Knowing he might lose his soul? Having said that was his reason for leaving?

An icy rage was replacing the hurt.

There was no going back to sleep. Not now. Not tonight.

Buffy got dressed to go out. She'd go patrol. Maybe she could find a few vampires to kill after she beat them half alive again!

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Buffy stalked through the cemetery. She'd only found one vampire so far. A fledgling. She'd killed him in seconds. He'd been no fun to fight at all...Her anger grew as she stalked on.

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Spike sat in the cemetery, leaning back against a headstone. He had his bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, a cigarette in the other.

* Damn her! I can't sleep for dreaming of her. I can't keep her out of my head at all. If I was alive, this would be killing me! *

‘I wait in the darkness.

Frozen winds surround my face.

In the cover of darkness I can make believe it's you.

I feel you like the rain,

I feel you like a storm cloud building in my heart.

I wonder if you know the pain, to want the one thing you haven't got.’

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The Slayer stalked through the dark like the predator she was. She tread on silent killing feet, like a storm cloud growing behind your back. She watched the night with eyes looking to kill like the flash of lightening in a darkened sky.

The storm that raged in her heart and mind, oozed out through her pores into the night air.

She felt the telltale aura of a vampire near by.

* Good something else to kill! *

In the dark recesses of her mind where no one was allowed, it was Darla she was beating to death; it was Angel she kicked into a bloody pulp. They were the source of her anger.

And in that dark place, it was her own heart she ripped out, a bleeding wounded thing.

She rounded a monument and there was the vampire she'd felt.

She'd know that white blonde hair anywhere.

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‘Just a twist in time ...and you could be mine

Just a sip of wine ...and you could be mine

Just a kiss divine’

He'd give anything to just kiss her. If he could just reason with her… He was certain she felt something for him other than hate.

* Damned chit. She's always on my mind, in my thoughts. She's bloody haunting me! *

Spike heard a slight sound. Looking up he saw the slayer bearing down on him like a slow moving locomotive, a storm creeping along the ground.

He suddenly realized that's just what she was. The anger was thick in the air, coming off her in waves. He could taste it!

And she was heading straight for him with murder in her eyes.

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She would go kick Spike's ass but good! And if she thought it would help, maybe she'd just kill him too. Too bad she could only kill him once!

She saw him look up at her. He just sat there.

* How DARE he just sit there! *

He got to his feet.

"What the hell are you doing here, Spike!"

Her voice was low, tight, strained; thunder rumbling under the sound.

"I bleedin' live here!"

"What the 'ell is wrong with you, Slayer? I was sitting here minding my own business leaving you alone."

"Right! I'm SURE you weren't even thinking about me, were you?"

"What?! You gonna tell me what I can bleedin' think now too?!" He was getting angry.

"YES!" she screamed at him.

"Well you bloody well can't!"

"Yes, I damn sure can!"

She charged him.

He twisted around, dodging her, his duster flaring out around him.

Buffy charged him again, leaping to kick him in the face.

He reached out and knocked her foot aside. She fell on her side, rolling and jumping back to her feet.

"Slayer, I don't want to fight with you. What the 'ell is wrong with you?"

"You better fight! If you don't, I'll beat you to life!"

"Huh?" He quickly dodged another blow, from a forearm this time.

He swung around and grabbed both of her arms, pulling them behind her.

He was too close to the tombstone.

She ran up it and leaped over his head, coming down behind him, shoving him face first into the stone.

"Dammit Slayer, You know I can't bleedin' fight you! "

"Tough! You'd better start!"

He didn't dare fight her. If he did, the chip would fry him. If he didn't, she was gonna beat him senseless if not kill him.

Maybe if he just let her beat him up.....

"Fine then! Hit an unarmed man."

"You'll be unarmed as soon as I rip them off of you!"

He let her catch him with an elbow to the jaw.

"I can't bleedin' fight you. I still have this chip! And I don't want to hurt you, you stupid chit!"

She swung at him again and his words finally registered. She stopped before she hit him. She stood motionless.

‘A hand brushes by my love.

A smile fuels a steel inferno

You don't have to die to leave my world.

Stand still and you've departed.’

She was gone. She was right there in front of him, still as a tombstone. As far away as the last sunrise he'd seen.

"Slayer.. Slayer!"

He walked closer to her.

"Buffy..."

Nothing, no movement. No sound.

He carefully laid a hand on her arm.

Lightning struck. She grabbed his arm, throwing him to the ground. He hung on to her arm pulling her down with him. When she hit the ground, he grabbed both wrists and rolled over her, pinning her under him.

"What is your bleedin' problem?" He looked down into her face.

Nothing. Not a word. But he saw tears running from her eyes, coursing down the sides of her face. The storm clouds had burst.

Softer now...

"Buffy, what's wrong, luv?"

"Talk to me."

So soft he could barely hear her..

"I got a phone call..."

"When? Who? What's wrong, Buffy?"

"He slept with her. He left me because we couldn't.. She's back somehow, and he slept with her. But he's not mine any more so why does it hurt?"

She looked into the blue eyes above her.

Spike didn't have a clue who 'she' was, but he knew immediately that 'he' was his sire.. Angel. This was because of Angel.

‘It seems I'm not on your mind and I'm just wasting my time.

I'm just a fool to believe.

In the death of the night can you feel me inside?

I wish that you could conceive..’

"This is about Angel? Buffy, tell me what you mean.."

Tears ran from her eyes, the sky wept still. Spike’s heart was weeping inside as the woman he loved cried for Angel.

"I got a phone call. It was a woman. She said Angel had spent the night in Darla's arms, that he had slept with her. That she'd been brought back by magick. He left me because we couldn't... he'd lose his soul. But he'd risk it with her.."

"Buffy, listen to me closely, luv."

"If Darla was brought back in some way. Angel might sleep with her at some point. They spent 150 years together. BUT.. Listen, Buffy... He would NOT be in any danger of losing his soul with her. He doesn't love her. It has to be a moment of perfect happiness."

"That can only happen for him with you. Only with you, Buffy."

‘Just a twist in time ...and you could be mine

Just a sip of wine ...and you could be mine

Just a kiss divine ...and you could be mine’

He saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes. This was killing him. He was reassuring her, but it was killing him. She still loved him; loved Angel.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I was with them too, remember?"

"And he killed her for you, because she tried to kill you. She’s his Sire. You don't kill your Sire. It's the worst thing in the world to do. You become a rogue, and outlaw with the other vampires. They’ll all try to kill you for killing your Sire." Spike tried to get Buffy to understand what that action meant, how significant it was to a vampire.

"He killed her for you. To keep you safe. Because he loved you. He still loves you."

* Just like I love you. Just like I was willing to kill someone I'd spent 100 years with for you. *

"Why would he go to bed with her if he loves me?"

"Buffy, do you still love him?"

"Yes."

"Yet you slept with your farm-boy for months. Why would it be different for Angel?"

"Vampires have needs too, Buffy. "

"Oh..."

"Yeah.. Oh."

Silence. His body covered her's, yet she was gone again. Now he knew where. She was two hours away. She was with him.

"Spike."

"Yes, luv?"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You were upset, luv."

"But why are you reassuring me about Angel? You said you love me."

‘Won't you leave me in the darkness.

Take away the pride, all the dignity that's burning inside.

Can't you see I'm standing naked.

I'll bear all the crosses and the crucifixes you can provide.

If you could decide.’

"Yes, Buffy. I do love you. And you are, you were in pain. So I'm reassuring you. Telling you the truth."

"Spike... Were you really going to stake Dru?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

He looked away. His heart wounded, sore, naked.

"Buffy, please."

"Spike, tell me. Please?"

He sighed.

"She would have killed you. I couldn't let her do that. I wanted to keep you safe as well as prove to you that I love you."

She looked at him, seeing him finally.

"You were going to do the same thing Angel did."

"Yeah. You know I'll protect you."

"Spike..."

"What?"

"Kiss me, please."

He stared at her.

"Please, Spike?"

He moved the few inches between their faces. He kissed her gently.

"Again?"

He kissed her again. Harder, deeper, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth..

She welcomed him in, seeking him with her mouth and tongue.

They broke the kiss finally. He was shaking. She was gasping.

"Let me up now?"

Spike turned her hands loose, and got up. He offered her his hand to help her up. She took it. Once she was standing, she didn't turn his hand lose.

"Walk me home?"

"Sure, luv. All kinds of bad things out at night. You're lucky though."

"Why?"

"I'm not one of them."

"No, you're not."

Holding hands, they turned toward her house, walking together.

Silently.

‘Just a twist in time ...and you could be mine

Just a sip of wine ...and you could be mine

Just a kiss divine ...and you could be mine’

Gillian Silverlight 2/28/01