Title: Last Days
Setting: S7, Chosen
Word count: 765
Prompt: The Long, Long, Long, Etc. Goodbye
A/N: Something goes a little differently.
“Last two days.”
“Well, not that your plan isn’t bloody genius, but…”
“You’re making it, okay?” She touched his face, turning him towards her. “You’ll make it.”
“That so?” He tilted his head. “Then we’ll make it.”
She gave him a slight smile but didn’t respond in kind.
“That’s the plan, then. The scythe, the spell, and then just the fight.”
“Pretty much. We don’t exactly have many options. Or fail safes. Or backups. Or...” she trailed off, and something tugged at her lips.
The day was spent in preparation, of course. They stuck together for the most part, exchanging glances and touches.
Does it have to mean something?
No. Not right now.
No. Let’s just leave it.
But everything seemed so hopeful now, what with the plan and the scythe, and he seemed always to be thinking of the future. With her. And those warm smiles she shot at him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention (he was always paying attention). And the way she’d look at him. And the way it felt when she was in his arms.
He seemed always to be thinking of her, but that was no change. Hope—now, that was new and dangerous.
She seemed different in these last days. Smiling more. Talking more. Maybe she was thinking on the future as he was—maybe, a future with him. Each touch seemed like a burst of light, a beginning, a welcoming.
And he marshalled up his hope and turned it to courage. “So, after the big battle…”
There was something about her expression… “Yeah.” A brilliant, hopeful smile began to form.
She gave him Mr Pointy that night.
“Hm. Strikes fear in my heart, it does.” He twirled the stake in his hand, then withdrew his lighter. “Here. Take this.”
She shook her head and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t smoke, Spike. Whereas you do stake vamps.”
He argued a bit more on this, but gave up. Didn’t matter; he’d slip it into her pocket sometime, and besides, they’d survive. (The hope had grown.)
It might’ve been odd that he thought the stake felt like the key to her heart, but they’d never been typical anyway.
“See you on the flip side, luv.”
She was wearing some kind of fancy trinket, and it was—was lit up with the glow of a thousand suns, blinding and pure. And it was pinning her to the wall in its power. He rushed towards her, dread rising up in his chest, but had to duck down as a beam of brilliant sunlight blasted from the amulet. The ubervamps dusted immediately. The entire cavern was shaking, breaking with the force of the sunbeam. He sprinted towards her, heedless of the rays.
“What… what is this thing? What’s happening?”
“Got it from Angel. It was supposed to—to help us with this. And it is.”
“You didn’t say…”
“Couldn’t. You would’ve taken it, and…”
“And this? I bloody should’ve taken it!” he shouted.
“Because vamps and sunlight go so well together.”
“Then come on. Let’s go!”
“I’m cleaning up this mess.”
“No!” he yelled, eyes moist. “No, we’re gettin’ out of here. Or I’m gettin’ you out, no matter what!” His voice shook.
She didn’t answer him. “You know I love you, right?”
His stomach twisted. “Not like this. Don’t say it like that!” He gripped her hand; flames engulfed their fists. “If not for yourself, if not for me, get out for Dawn.”
“I’m giving her a world to get back to.”
“No, you’re takin’ part of it away.”
“Only if you don’t go now. You have to be back for Dawn.”
“Wouldn’t last two minutes out in the sun.”
“Run fast, duster and blanket. Now go!”
“You said we’d make it out.”
“One’s better than none.”
“And two’s better than one.”
“Stop wasting time here arguing! It’s my last moments, and you’re still arguing with me.”
“It’s not, it’s not your last moments, get out, come on,” he whispered. His face was wet.
“Go! For Dawn. For me. For yourself.”
“And these past two days? You knew you’d…”
“You promised. Promised to take care of her.”
Their hands released shakily. “I thought it was a beginning,” he said hoarsely.
“It is for you.”
He ran blindly back up to the world, barely paying any mind to the sting and slash of the sun, consumed with Buffy and driven by Dawn and promises.
The smiles, the looks, the touches… I thought it was a beginning.
It had been a goodbye.