Her Saving Grace, Epilogue, Spike/Fred, R

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Title: Her Saving Grace
Rating: R
Pairing: Spike/Fred, Buffy/Xander, mentions of previous Fred/Wesley
Spoilers: Angel S5
Chapter: Epilogue
Prompt: #61 - Arctophile for tamingthemuse
Warnings: Character death (not the permanent variety)
Summary: An accident one night changes Fred's entire world. Shunned by the people who should care the most, she turns to the one person who does care, and finds something beyond friendship.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously. Not even my mind these days.

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Word count: 1,000

It's...done. I really can't believe it, but it's done. Thank you to everyone who wrote in with feedback and thoughts and love. Thank you so so much.

Also, thank you so much to those who made artwork for my beautiful fic. I'm posting it all in this entry, because...yeah. It's too pretty to not post.


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“Spike?”

“Yeah pet?”

“Where's the albums?”

“The what?”

“The albums Buffy told me about where you were singing karaoke?”

“The what?”

Fred giggled and sat down on the bed, waiting. She knew he'd be in the room in no less than thirty seconds, maybe as little as twenty. It depended on how real he thought those albums were.

That and the fact that he never left her alone for more than five minutes at a time, but that she expected and understood. She made sure he wasn't gone any longer, seeking him out if he was. It had been a week since the Black Thorn had fallen, but Fred didn't care. She wasn't letting Spike out of her sight, and he certainly wasn't letting her out of his. Even when she took a shower, he always seemed to forget something, and would come in to get it. Never mind that he could've gone in afterwards; she understood how he felt. She was actually grateful for his “Oops I forgot” moments.

Seventeen seconds, and Spike strode through the bedroom door. Huh. Maybe there really were albums stashed away somewhere. She'd have to call Buffy up and ask her. “Somethin' you want to tell me, luv?” he asked, amusement written all over his face.

“I don't know; the way you dashed in here, I'm thinking I should be asking you that question,” she said, grinning. “Do you really have photo albums in here somewhere?”

Spike gave her a look. “If I did, I wouldn't let you see them,” he said. “Not until you'd shown me one of yours.”

“Why? I asked first,” she said, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrow at him.

“Ladies first, of course,” he said, giving her a low bow. Fred decided to tell him exactly what she thought of that and dove forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards her. They both landed on the bed, with Fred giggling all the way. “Minx,” Spike said, his voice muffled on account of his face being buried in the comforter.

“I had a good teacher,” she said, then laughed outright when he reached out and found her hip, pulling her in fast. When she looked next, his face was turned towards her, inches from hers, and his beautiful blue eyes were locked with her eyes.

Unlife didn't get any better than this.

In the week that had followed the downfall of the Black Thorn, things had been brought back to a peaceful state. Buffy and Xander had stayed only an additional two days, helping Angel and Wesley comb out the minions of the Black Thorn. It had really only taken one day to do, but Buffy and Xander had stayed one more day, just in case. Before they'd left, they'd given their numbers and told them Cleveland was open to them whenever they decided to visit.

Willow, however, had stayed. With no girlfriend waiting for her, she'd been more than willing to help Angel in the long run of sorting out the reaches of the Black Thorn. Personally, Fred thought that she could help Angel with a lot more than just the Black Thorn: ever since Cordelia had died, he'd seemed so lost, and with her memories back, Fred now knew why. Willow was just the right amount of perky and the perfect dosage of level-headedness that Angel so desperately needed.

Wesley was still trying to regroup from the memory regain as well, but as the days went on, things were a little more stable. Fred knew because she stayed in contact with him every day, if just even for five minutes. An e-mail one day, a phone call the next, a question about something random, a memory she'd remembered after so long she wanted to share with him...she knew that he was smiling through it all, and it set her mind at ease. Things were looking up everywhere, and maybe, just maybe, her friends weren't as far gone as she'd feared.

“You back with me?”

His soft voice pulled her from her thoughts. “I am now,” she said, gazing at the beautiful man before her. She didn't know how she'd gotten a man so caring and devoted and loving, but she had, and she wasn't letting him go. Not now, not ever.

“I've decided to become an arctophile,” she said, and she grinned at the surprised blink she'd been waiting for.

“Teddy bears? Really?” he said, causing her to blink in surprise. He was more of a bookish nut than he let on. One day, she was going to find out everything he knew. He smiled and said, “I think you can find something else to collect that's much nicer.”

“You know,” she said, pausing as she leaned in closer, her lips ghosting over his, “I think I can, too.” His lips reached across the millimeter or less of space between them, and her demon within made a sound of happiness. Fred couldn't have agreed more. His hand was still on her hip, slowly sliding around to her lower back, and his lips nipped at hers, gently sucking on her lower lip until she couldn't take it anymore and had to kiss him full on. He chuckled, the sound low and beautiful, and she couldn't stop the smile even though the action pulled her lips up and away from his.

His lips followed her anyways, then trailed up to her dimples. He'd always follow her; she definitely knew that now. And when he slid back to a more comfortable position on the bed, she didn't need nudging: she simply moved with him. They were as close to being one these days as anyone could get. That thought, added to their lazy afternoon kissing, made her day as close to perfect as she could get it.

And when he whispered, “I still need to take you dancing,” she replaced day with unlife, and smiled.

THE END

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~Nebula

Comments

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You know, I haven't read Buffy fic in forever but last night a friend was rewatching the series and asked for good Spuffy recs and after I'd bombarded her, I had the need to reread some old favorites and at work, I had this serious urge to start with this one instead of a Spuffy fic and I'm so happy I did. (Even if work does block the site where you have it all archived. Whatever, I was determined and it was on TTM. Ha! Take that, work!)

It's been a long time since I've read a good Buffy fic. This story, and you, make me remember why I love that fandom so much and it makes me miss writing in it. So thank you, sweetie, for reminding me why I loved this so much when poopyheads were making me forget. I think I needed a reminder and I can't think of anyone better to give me one. MWAH!