FIC: The Scene 2 (B/W) NC-17

TITLE: The Scene
NAME: Ivy Gort
E-MAIL: Ivygort@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
RATING: NC-17 language and sexual description. (Better safe than sorry.)
SPOILERS: Sixth Season
PAIRING: B/Spike, B/W
SUMMARY: I finally saw The Scene at the Bronze.

Previous Parts: http://www.ikoly.com/fanfic/

DISCLAIMER: I don't own them.

ARCHIVING/DISTRIBUTION: Not yet. I'm posting it to this list only on the spur of the moment

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The Scene

Part Two

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?He stabbed you in the arm.? She says behind me. ?While you were not actually killing him, he stabbed you in the arm.?

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I stop walking.

Willow comes up to me and takes my arm into her warm hands. Nothing feels real and yet, at the same time, it feels too real. I see the sleeve of my coat has a long rip in it so Willow tears it open. The sound of the ripping fabric is so loud that I jerk away from her to cover my ears.

?Buffy? Buffy look at me ?.? I hear her voice as if she's speaking underwater. I can barely make sense of her words. ?We have to get home.? She tells me as her hot hand grips my chin making me face her?I don?t want to face her?because it?s the mugger?s eyes I see staring back at me.

I have to stop the mugger from screaming?I have to stop me from screaming?from breaking.

?Buffy!? She shouts and I see my bloody claw just a few inches from her neck. ?Buffy please, just let me take care of you.? She pleads as a single tears leaks from her eye and tracks slowly down her face. I watch as her lips keep moving as if she?s talking and yet there is no sound. I see a few strands of bright red hair get lifted up by a cold breeze and carried into her face. She angrily brushes them aside.

All I can feel is her need, her need for me to forgive her, her need to fix what she has broken.

Her need for me to love her.

Need, that's all she's made of up of at the moment.

Any gentle thoughts of love are drowned in the deluge of emotion.

Need, want, desire for forgiveness.

My needs for sanity, for space, for just the simple friendship that we once shared doesn't matter to her. She's the avalanche that rolls down the hill destroying everything in its path.

I hate her. I hate her selfishness.

I hate me for still loving her. I hate that all I want to do at night, when the nightmares attack, is to go to her and lose myself in her warmth. I hate that all I want to do right now is fall into her arms and let her take care of me.

I can't. I can't forgive her. I can't let myself be weak enough to love her. If I forgive her then I?ll break.

She reaches for my injured arm and uses her belt to tie the sleeve of my coat closed. It?s not meant to stop the bleeding, just keep the blood from falling onto the ground.

"Let's get home before some nasty comes looking for a meal." Willow says earnestly. The warmth of her hand is seeping through the layers of my clothing.

"You're warm." I tell her, looking down at her hand holding my arm up to keep the bleeding down.

"And you're going into shock." Willow says as she tugs on my injured arm to get me to start walking again. I just stand there. I don't want to go home. I don't want to let her feel better for taking care of me.

"No." I force the word through lips numb with cold.

I don't want to fall asleep with her hot hands bandaging my wound like we used to do ? before.

"Buffy, you're going into shock." She pleads with me as her warmth begins to seep into my arm. "We need to get you home before you pass out." She continues, trying to convince me to move with her.

Her need is changing flavor. She's becoming outwardly focused. I watch as her eyes glance around at all the dark shadows; I feel it as her need changes from selfish to selfless.

It?s such a relief not to be pounded with all her guilt that I feel like I can breathe for the first time since leaving the Bronze.

She?s afraid.

But her fear I can handle because she?s not forcing it on me.

Her fear is rising up and she squeezes the cut on my arm without knowing it.

The pain that shoots through me is ? refreshing.

?Buffy!? Willow yells again to get my attention focused back on her instead of on the physical pain. I look up at her big luminous eyes. They almost seem to be glowing in the darkness or are they glowing with darkness? There is something about them that draws me.

?Please start walking towards home.? She begs quietly. I know that she?s really getting frightened that some big bad is out here just waiting to pounce on the helpless Slayer.

Only I?m not helpless. Neither is Willow. She's just afraid. She is afraid to use her power, her magic. Afraid of making a mistake, like she did with me.

I am the constant reminder of her biggest mistake.

The mugger's face swim?s back into my mind's eye.

"I-I hurt him," I tell her, suddenly horrified at what I did. I turn and easily pull away from her. "I need to go back; I need to go fix my mistake." I take two steps and my spider sense flares up ? I go into Slayer mode.

I look around trying to find the vampire only to have him step in front of me.

"Slayer." Spike greets me. Then he makes a show of turning to Willow. "Red." Willow walks up to me and places her hand on my shoulder protectively. That nearly makes me laugh; now she wants to protect me?

"From the fine smell of Slayer blood I figured you could use some help." Spike says blocking my path back to the alley, where I left my victim.

I hear the relieved sigh from Willow.

"Yes, Buffy was ? hurt and I was trying to convince her to come home with me before any vamps ?." Willow starts talking again. I can tell by the way Spike is standing that he expects some kind of fight. Whether from me or from some nasty, I don?t know.

"Well Slayer, seems to me you can't do anything for the bugger in the alley, 'side Red there already dialed up help for him. So why don't we just move along back to Casa'de Summers?" Spike tells me, walking forward slowly, his arms out at his sides as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.

Now that Willow is no longer holding onto my arm both the warmth and the pain go away, leaving me?cold?again. A shiver works its way up my spine and I feel my teeth begin to chatter.

?Buffy,? I hear Willow next to me but the tunnel effect is back and I can barely understand her. She grabs my chin, turning me towards her. ?I said Buffy you are going into shock let me get you home.? Her warm fingers feel so good against my skin that I would follow her anywhere if she would just hold me.

Hold me without guilt or pain; just simply hold me. How can I tell her that? How can I ever make her understand that all I want is her warmth? That I don?t want her guilt over pulling me out of heaven; I don?t need for her to be in pain all the time, all I really want is my best friend back. The one I could say 'I love' to or tell her, 'you hurt me' or 'I don?t want to live in this world but I will just so I can be close to you'.

? Com?on luv, let me give you ?.? Spike?s arms go around me as Willow steps back. The spark of fire flares and I am so angry that it burns all the coldness, all the hate away. The mugger couldn?t handle my rage, Willow is even more fragile ? Spike is an acceptable target. Spike is my match ?.

The first punch knocks him on his ass ten feet away from me. Willow is horrified; Willow is upset at the violence.

Willow can go or stay, it doesn?t matter, in this one moment, with the rage burning a path through me, nothing matters. Not even Willow. Just the fire inside of me, warming me, waking me up.

??What?d do that for?? Spike says, rubbing his jaw, still lying on the ground. He?s the only one I can?t feel, he?s the only one who doesn?t overload me with their wants or wish to be forgiven. Right now he?s playing the martyr for Willow. I stalk over to him, giving him plenty of time to get up and fight, before I kick him in the ribs. I hear the crunch of three going ?.

?That?s going to hurt in the morning.? I tell him pulling my leg back for another kick. He grabs it and twists, making me fall. Then he?s sitting on top of me, on my stomach, trying to capture my arms so he can pin them down... It?s just a simple move to bring my legs up and wrap them around his shoulders and pull him off of me. I jump to my feet and something human wraps around me.

I look down and it?s Willow. She?s grabbed me from behind, her arms wrapped around me in a pathetic attempt to keep me from beating Spike.

?Buffy stop,? she orders. And I do stop because Willow does matter. She is the only one that can snuff out the flame as if it wasn?t there. But she is also the reason there is rage.

?I?m cold.? I tell her over my shoulder.

?I know.? She answers.

She thinks she has all the answers. She doesn?t, I?m cold because I left the most important part of me in the damp earth when I dug my way out.

?Let me take you home?? She asks and her arm guides me around away from the bloody corpse that is Spike.

?Ok,? I let her guide me through the night towards home.

I have lost the one thing I need?love?that's what I left behind when I clawed myself out the grave.

There are only two things in the world that can make me warm. One is rage. The other is love.

"Willow ?" She stops and turns to me. I can't say it. So she turns back and we continue towards the house that is no longer my home.

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Bright Blessings,

Ivy

Loyalty to the country always, loyalty to the government when

it deserves it.

Mark Twain

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