Remembering you, running soft through the night [open]

[blytheandbonnie]

WHO Bonnie (as Buffy) and YOU

WHAT Bonnie tries to figure out why her body feels funny today. And, oh yes, her name.

WHERE Out and about Bete Noire, could be anywhere. Just mark the location in your subject.

WHEN Throughout Saturday

WARNINGS None foreseen, will update if necessary.

Comments

That evening...

[idolstolemylook]

"Hey, Buffy."

Spike jogged a bit, catching up.

"Look, before you say anythin', I'm sorry about the other day. Was a bad time, and I want you to know I've turned over a new leaf. I'm a new man, here on out. Just hope you'll give me that chance."

[blytheandbonnie]

She watched him as he spoke, face registering a mix of emotions from annoyance to sadness to amusement. Mostly, though, there was just a lot of confusion sprinkled between.

He's tried to kill her? He was a vampire? But now he cared about her? This guy was nuts. Still, he seemed upset, and she felt a sudden urge to try and make him less sad.

"I'm sure you're capable of love," she insisted. "I mean, you obviously care enough to tell me all that and not try to take advantage or anything. And apparently, you helped my sister out when I--uh--"

Died? She'd died? That was weird too. Apparently she'd gotten better.

"Look," she said instead, "That's all a lot of information to process and it's a little overwhelming, but if it means anything, I obviously trust you. That Damon guy I met earlier, I definitely felt on edge around him, but I feel a lot more secure with you. That has to mean something, right?"

[idolstolemylook]

"Damon's a twat," Spike said. "Anyone'd feel on edge." He sighed. "Anyway, know you trust me--trust me to jump when you say, anyway, an' that's good enough."

He glanced over at her sharply.

"Believe me, not sure you feelin' 'secure' is a compliment. But... doesn't matter. Just need you well again. You're all kittenish an' vulnerable. Wouldn't want anyone but me takin' advantage."

[blytheandbonnie]

She grinned up at him, giving his arm another squeeze. She decided to skim over the kittenish and vulnerable comment, mostly because it seemed to be accurate enough.

"Well, lucky that I have you to keep me safe, then." Feeling very secure in this whole arrangement, she rested her head against his shoulder as they walked. [ possibly like a certain redhead did in the cemetery not too long ago. ]

[idolstolemylook]

Spike's step didn't falter this time, but he did stare down at her as they walked. What had come over her? Between Faith talking like Conrad and Buffy... Yeah, there was something here and it wasn't simple amnesia.

"Always," he said quietly, wishing it had been true. But she didn't remember him failing her. Didn't remember him helping, either, but that seemed to matter less.

He looked up as they reached the mansion, which looked a bit more Angel than Buffy to him. "Here we are, then," he said. "Home creepy home."

[blytheandbonnie]

Oh, yes, that was it. The totally creeptastic house she'd woken up in. She stared at it for a moment, nose wrinkled, and turned back to him. Her expression softened a bit.

"Thanks."

A beat, and then "You know, I didn't catch your name."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike loved her nose, strange little thing that it was, and when she did that it made her look ten times younger and more innocent.

"Spike," he said. He tried not to be hurt, again, but... at least she was treating him decent.

[blytheandbonnie]

"Spike," she repeated.

It was, admittedly, a ridiculous name. A more appropriate name for an oversized dog than a handsome British man, but the guy seemed upset enough about the situation already. She wouldn't poke fun at his name, upset him any further.

"Thank you, Spike." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. Began walking toward the house but then paused, turning to look at him. "I'll see you around?"

[idolstolemylook]

The kiss stopped him for another few seconds. Either something was really wrong or Buffy was playing cruel tricks on him.

"Yeah," he said hoarsely. "Probably sooner than you'd like."