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Through a Glass, Brightly (PG)

Title Through a Glass, Brightly
Author Brutti ma buoni
Pairing Spike/Buffy
Rating PG
Setting future fic
Words 1000
Prompt What if Spike were confronted by a demon masquerading as his future self

Buffy's voice is wary as she says, "Spike?" He looks up. Then leaps up. "Fuck, not you again."

"Why not," says The First Evil (presumably), using Spike's face again.

"Because we took down the Hellmouth for you. I burned up from the inside to defeat your sorry arse!" (Spike takes that personally.)

Buffy puts a hand on Spike's shoulder. "Wait, I don't think it is the First. Or- Lemme try something."

The 'something' is a huge sweeping roundhouse kick that connects with the satisfactorily corporeal self of the thing that definitely isn't the First Evil - but is nonetheless using Spike's face. Violence is pleasant, but leaves unanswered the who and what and why. Spike says, mildly, "Maybe kick him again? Bound to be evil. Look at him."

(What he reckons is, either it's a demon or it's another himself, and he always did get off on being kicked into next week by the Slayer. She won't do it now, except in practice, and he misses it. Getting soft with him. He rubs contentedly at the soup-dish sized bruise on his ribs from yesterday's training session. Not that soft, obviously.)

Buffy gives him a slantwise look that reminds Spike the reason she won't kick him now in earnest is only partly due to their changed relationship status, and partly because she thinks he's an utter perv for enjoying it. Damn.

Then she hauls off and punches the evil thing (whatever it is, so much is a given). "Hey, you, whatcha want?"

"I want to save you," says not!Spike, anxiously. "You're making a terrible mistake. Let me show you your future, so you never become me."

"Whazzat now," says Spike, grumpily. "Bit busy." He carefully doesn't look at the shrouded dress in the corner, nor at the adjacent penguin suit. No fuss, no muss was the plan, they're without any friends and family, and he's damned if he'll get into a slanging match instead with some numbnuts who doesn't even have the guts to wear his own face.

"I know! I came as soon as I could, but it was nearly too late. You must see-"

The scene shifts. There isn’t a feeling of teleport, and when Spike warily prods at a nearby chair, his finger passes right through. So, he's been very quickly ghosted, or this is just an illusion. He tries to punch his un-self. Nothing happens. Bugger. Slayer's with him though, so he supposes if they have been ghosted they can spend eternity moaning together. On the whole he can think of many thousand worse alternatives.

Buffy has her arms crossed, fingers tapping. If not!Spike knows what's good for him, he'll cut to the chase, pronto, before the Slayer works out a way to make him hurt.

At which point, things get more complicated, because another Spike walks into the room. He seems pretty solid, judging by the chair he shifts, the fridge he opens, and the bottle of blood he gets out and swigs. Less normal is the sight of a small, wriggling child in his arms. Not!not!Spike sighs, and pops the kid into a high chair. "Right, kid. Mama's busy just now, and it's just you and me, but I want a fag. You won't tell, will you?" He walks over to the kitchen door, opens it, and flicks his lighter. The baby giggles.

"William the Bloody!" It's a voice that's familiar, yet blurred and changed. Buffy, so different. She enters, lithe and recognisable, but also greying, wrinkling, spread around the hips. She's clearly not the baby's mother. She looks a hell of a lot older than Spike. There's a suspicion of elasticated waistband in her pastel slacks. "How many times have I told you about smoking indoors? In front of the grandkids, too. Out! I'll watch Izzy while you stink up the porch."

Not!Not!Spike nods sheepishly, heads outside. Buffy plays peekaboo with the toddler.

The scene dissolves, and they're back in the Vegas hotel room with their wedding gear.

"You see?" shouts original!not!Spike. "You see what you will become if you marry? A shell of yourself, a fragment of your greatness. Chained to an old woman who disrespects your demon nature."

Spike's brow wrinkles. "She still spars with me, yeah?"

Not!Spike spits (Buffy punches him, absently). "Sure. If you can call it that. She has knee trouble on cold mornings."

Buffy looks a little rueful. A little anxious. "It's true," she says. "We never really talked about it, how you won't age."

He's thought about it, though. It means he has the answer to hand. "Not like there's another way. Gonna get a lot of good years, looks like. Nice arse even when you're sixty-odd, hope it lasts another couple of decades after. Pretty sweet deal."

Not!Spike looks aghast. "But you- I mean, me, I'm neutered. William the Bloody not allowed to smoke in the house! What hell you must- I mean, I do go through."

"Okay," says Spike. "I want to respect that you're trying. But mate? Do your research." He punches his not-self, not even slightly absently. "You think she lets me smoke in the house now? You think I don't know she'll age and die ahead of me if we're lucky enough to live so long? You thought you'd scare me with fat grandchildren? Mate, I'm bloody thrilled at that future. Don't believe for a moment it's reality. But lead me to it."

Not!Spike dissolves into a small G'hark demon with a sulky look. "You still owe me, Spike." Oh, yeah. Him. Matter of some kittens, way back. Spike vamps out to the utmost. "Me not killing you now? Consider that payment. With interest."

Demon flees silently, wise fellow. Spike turns back to his fiancée. His heart sinks at her expression. "You know," says Buffy. "We could get married properly. So no one thinks we're ashamed. In front of our friends and-"

Spike shuts her up with a kiss. Such things are still permitted, and he's presuming they always will be. "Wedding now. Celebrate how we want when we get home. No more bloody demons getting in the way, yeah?"

She nods. Victory is Spike's.

The future can, and will, take care of itself.



( 32 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 22nd, 2013 06:27 pm (UTC)
Love it! Spike is so very besotted with Buffy.

Apr. 22nd, 2013 07:10 pm (UTC)
*g* Really didn't do the research, this demon adversary.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 06:41 pm (UTC)
Oh, how I loved this. Great story! Good job!
Apr. 22nd, 2013 07:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks! So glad you enjoyed it.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 06:48 pm (UTC)
Hee!! This is very fun indeed. :D
Apr. 22nd, 2013 07:14 pm (UTC)
*g* Frivolous but I'm glad to be writing. And demons should know better than to freak Spike out with family.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 07:10 pm (UTC)
I like!
Apr. 22nd, 2013 07:16 pm (UTC)
Icon jinx!

And good, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
Apr. 22nd, 2013 08:13 pm (UTC)
Tee! Silly demon has no idea what terrifies Spike, masochist that he is. I guess Spike should count that as a win, since he's managed to bamboozle somebody with his whole "big bad evil" ruse. Not us, though. Nor the grandkids, apparently.

Apr. 22nd, 2013 09:35 pm (UTC)
*g* Exactly! Bravo, Spike, you blustering evil marshmallow. I don't know what post-series life this is, but it's a happy one.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 09:10 pm (UTC)

Stupid demon, thinking it could split them up like that.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 09:35 pm (UTC)
*g* I know. Just didn't put in the background research. Tch.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 10:08 pm (UTC)
Aw adorable. :) Smiling so hard right now.
Apr. 23rd, 2013 06:57 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thanks for letting me know.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 11:15 pm (UTC)
Mmm, very nice. How to arrange for fat grandchildren is an exercise left to the reader. Or the reader's very lurid and pr0nographic imagination at least. I loved Spike cherishing the bruise!
Apr. 23rd, 2013 06:58 pm (UTC)
Indeed. This almost could be Rulesverse, though they didn't marry in Vegas but a UK register office. In which case, they may not even be Spike's biological kids. But, eh, I'm pretty sure this Spike would deal. After an appropriate level of sparring and persuasion.
Apr. 23rd, 2013 12:23 am (UTC)
Properly fluffy. Of course he would love every second of being allowed to grow old with Buffy. Don't believe for a moment it's reality. But lead me to it." Perfect response.
Apr. 23rd, 2013 07:18 pm (UTC)
*g* He can dream.
Apr. 23rd, 2013 02:57 am (UTC)
Oh geez, this makes me happy. Kinda love Spike pervily rubbing his bruised ribs, and his most pressing question about the so-called future being whether Buffy still spars with him.

But lead me to it.

There may have been tears.
Apr. 23rd, 2013 07:20 pm (UTC)
Heh. He does love to watch her move. Glad you enjoyed it!
Apr. 23rd, 2013 03:56 am (UTC)
Heh. Trying to scare Spike with domesticity is like throwing B'rer Rabbit in the briar patch. *g*
Apr. 23rd, 2013 07:26 pm (UTC)
Tut. This demon totes fails his preliminary evil research.
Apr. 23rd, 2013 01:05 pm (UTC)
What a happy thing to read with my morning coffee. Love it!
Apr. 23rd, 2013 07:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!
Apr. 23rd, 2013 06:37 pm (UTC)
daaaaaaaaaaaw. hee hee hee. Good answer, Spike. :)

Apr. 23rd, 2013 06:45 pm (UTC)
oh yay! How lovely and charming. Hee. Way to teach 'em, Spike! *clapclapclap*

*Swoons for domesticated vampires*
Apr. 23rd, 2013 07:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! Really glad you enjoyed it.
Apr. 23rd, 2013 11:02 pm (UTC)
Very amusing.
Apr. 24th, 2013 09:31 am (UTC)
This is the kind of sweetness that's never too much!
I especially liked "NotNotSpike" making a deal with the baby.
Apr. 24th, 2013 11:30 am (UTC)
Lovely. :D Very Spike, very Buffy.
Apr. 25th, 2013 05:48 am (UTC)
Apr. 26th, 2013 01:18 am (UTC)
Oh God! You made my day!!
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