376. Ask - BtVS - Joyce, Spike - Stirring
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anythingdrabbleTitle: Stirring
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Joyce, Spike
Rating: G/K
Challenge: Drabble Zone 436. Mud and Anything Drabble 376. Ask
Warnings: Spoilers, (alludes to) Cannon Character Death
Spoilers: (alludes to) Cannon Character Death
Summary: There's something different about her.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon (sadly) and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
"What is that?" Spike asked, making a face. "Mud?"
She would have likely jumped had it been anyone else whose voice suddenly sounded behind her, but she knew she was safe with him and had learned how silent he always moved. Joyce smiled, feeling safer and more confident as he drew near. "I'm making brownies," she said, "Dawn's favorite. Go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be in in a minute."
Spike gazed at her for a long moment, reading, through her facade, how weary she truly was. He could usually make her feel younger, but there was something different about her recently. There was the scent of death lingering with her perfume. He knew what it meant without asking, and how weary she truly was. He also knew how crushed both Buffy and Dawn would be. His heart -- or something in its stead as, of course, as he was always reminded, Vampires couldn't love or feel -- hurt for them all. And more. He was going to miss this woman!
"Can I help?" he asked gently.
"Would you like to?"
"Of course!" He pulled out a chair, then took the mixing bowl from her hands. "Let me help." It was in that moment they both decided that he would learn her daughters' favorite recipes. When she was gone, they would still be able to eat her cooking and savor the treats she'd always made for them.
She was still standing. He could feel weakness wafting off of her. "Sit," he almost growled, but she knew his intentions were good. They were always good, had always been good for almost as long as she'd known him. There'd been that one night, of course, but he'd always worked hard to make up for those mistakes.
Her daughters would be okay, because of him.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Joyce, Spike
Rating: G/K
Challenge: Drabble Zone 436. Mud and Anything Drabble 376. Ask
Warnings: Spoilers, (alludes to) Cannon Character Death
Spoilers: (alludes to) Cannon Character Death
Summary: There's something different about her.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon (sadly) and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
"What is that?" Spike asked, making a face. "Mud?"
She would have likely jumped had it been anyone else whose voice suddenly sounded behind her, but she knew she was safe with him and had learned how silent he always moved. Joyce smiled, feeling safer and more confident as he drew near. "I'm making brownies," she said, "Dawn's favorite. Go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be in in a minute."
Spike gazed at her for a long moment, reading, through her facade, how weary she truly was. He could usually make her feel younger, but there was something different about her recently. There was the scent of death lingering with her perfume. He knew what it meant without asking, and how weary she truly was. He also knew how crushed both Buffy and Dawn would be. His heart -- or something in its stead as, of course, as he was always reminded, Vampires couldn't love or feel -- hurt for them all. And more. He was going to miss this woman!
"Can I help?" he asked gently.
"Would you like to?"
"Of course!" He pulled out a chair, then took the mixing bowl from her hands. "Let me help." It was in that moment they both decided that he would learn her daughters' favorite recipes. When she was gone, they would still be able to eat her cooking and savor the treats she'd always made for them.
She was still standing. He could feel weakness wafting off of her. "Sit," he almost growled, but she knew his intentions were good. They were always good, had always been good for almost as long as she'd known him. There'd been that one night, of course, but he'd always worked hard to make up for those mistakes.
Her daughters would be okay, because of him.
The End
