Part 2 and rest of fic. Had to cut into two parts because of the length.
“You’re not in my dream,” Buffy told her.
“I was borrowed. Someone has to speak for her.”
Behind Buffy a woman stalked. Her black hair in dread locks, her face painted in black and white. On her body she wore torn muslin, its old threads bare and worn.
“Let her speak for herself. That’s what’s done in polite circles.”
The woman circled around Buffy, scrutinizing her, looking her up and down.
“Why do you follow me?” She asked her.
“I don’t,” Tara answered.
“Where are my friends?”
“You’re asking the wrong questions.”
Buffy cocked her head to the side.
“Make her speak.”
The woman shook her head as Tara began to speak for her.
“I have no speech, no name. I live in the action of death…the blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction—absolute, alone.”
“The first,” Tara replied as the woman stood up proudly and looked Buffy in the face.
Buffy looked down at the tarot cards she held in her hands. They showed her friends and Spike awaking in her living room and looking around.
“I am not alone.”
“The slayer does not walk in this world.”
“I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I’m gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There’s trees in the desert since you moved out…and I don’t sleep on a bed of bones. Now give me back my friends.”
The figure in front of her stood in a fighting stance, her arms at her sides as she began to speak.
“No friends!” she said, her voice old and coarse. “Just the kill. We are alone.”
A man walked in between them smiling and waving yellow cheese slices.
“Cheese is good alone.”
“That’s it. I’m waking up.”
The first slayer charged her and knocked her to her back. Buffy kicked her off and jumped up. The first slayer tried to punch and Buffy moved out of the way. Buffy kicked at the first slayer again. The slayer grabbed Buffy and threw her to the ground where they began rolling down the sandy hill.
Buffy awoke on the floor of her living room. The sandy desert was gone. Spike looked at her from the doorway.
“You ok? You were thrashing around and screaming my name,” he told her, his arms crossed over his chest and he leant casually in the doorframe.
Buffy got to her feet. She ran a hand over her ponytail-ed hair and sighed.
“It was the weirdest dream Spike.”
“It’s ok. I’m here now. See you found me,” He said drawing her into his arms and kissing her forehead.
“Don’t leave me.”
“Never,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Buffy awoke again, on the floor again.
She lay on her side looking around the room. Everyone was still asleep. Buffy sighed and started to get up.
Something jumped on her and Buffy realized it was the first slayer again. She let her stab at her with the crude knife for a bit, wanting to laugh and rolling her eyes.
“Are you quite finished?”
The first slayer stopped her stabbing and looked at Buffy, her dreadlocks swinging.
“It’s over ok? I’m going to ignore you, and you’re going to go away.”
The first slayer looked at her in shock and moved off of her. Buffy got to her feet and stood.
“You’re really gonna have to get over the whole primal-power thing,” she said as she walked back over to her place on the couch, back next to Spike.
The first slayer watched silently.
“You’re not the source of me.”
The slayer cocked her head to the side.
“Also, in terms of hair care…you really want to say, what kind of impression am I trying to make in the work place cuz…”
Buffy awoke with a gasp. Spike moved next to her, Willow moving next to him. They all opened their eyes and looked at one another. Spike’s hand was still held tightly in Buffy’s and oddly, she didn’t feel like letting go.
“That was weird.”
“The first Slayer, wow,” Willow said.
“Not big with the socialization,” Xander voiced.
“Or the floss,” Willow added.
“Somehow our joining with Buffy and invoking the essence of the Slayer’s power was an affront to the source of that power,” Giles said looking around.
“You know, you could have brought that up to us before we did it,” Buffy pointed out.
“I did. I said there could be dire consequences.”
“Yes, but you say that about chewing too fast.”
“Man, I missed all the bloody fun,” Spike said from his spot next to Buffy. “I didn’t dream about the first Slayer.”
“Don’t worry Spike you didn’t miss much,” Buffy assured him as she looked into his eyes.
“Yeah getting your heart ripped out in your dreams is not as fun as it sounds evil dead,” Xander said.
“Ha. Maybe for you whelp. I always enjoy a spot of evil in my dreams. I did have a dream though. Was bloody strange. Some weird bloke was wearing cheese and smiling,” Spike shrugged.
Everyone in the room looked at one another clearly having dreamt about the same man but no one admitted to it.
“Well I’m off. If I’m going to get any sleep I think I should go home,” Spike said pushing off from the table and standing.
“Hold on Spike. I’ll walk you to the door,” Buffy said getting up.
Spike’s stomach did a flip-flop as the slayer walked him to the door.
She opened the door and walked with him onto the porch.
“For helping us today and being here tonight. I appreciate it.”
“Not a big deal,” He said as he moved to walk down the steps.
Spike turned around. Buffy walked up to him and ran her fingers down his face
“I mean it. Thank you,” she breathed as she leaned towards him, her lips brushing against his
Spike didn’t know what he had expected to happen after Buffy kissed him but it definitely wasn’t her charging into his crypt two nights later. He had just sat down to watch some telly when she whirled in, her blond hair flying behind her.
“Slayer,” Spike greeted her with a nod of his head.
Spike snorted and watched as she walked up to him and held out her hand.
“Wot?” he asked her.
“Get your coat and come with me.
“Where are we going?”
“Geez Spike can’t you just follow me without asking questions?” Buffy asked, irritation clearly written on her face.
“Ok…ok…don’t get your knickers in a twist,” he said getting up and grabbing his duster.
They walked out into the moonlight night, the sky twinkling above with their bright stars. In the distance Spike could hear an owl calling out into the night.
“So you gonna tell me where we are bloody going? Or do I have to guess?”
“It’s a surprise,” she told him.
“I hope this surprise doesn’t happen to be on the pointy side of your patented stake.”
Buffy stopped and whirled around.
“Do you actually think I would stake you after you helped us?”
Buffy’s face fell.
“Right, don’t listen to me. I’m a wanker. I’ll follow you.”
She led him to a clearing in the woods, near a cliff that led down to the beach. She walked him over near the cliff and she sat down. Spike followed suit and sat too. Buffy didn’t speak right away. Instead she sat and watched the moon play against the gentle waves of the midnight black of the ocean.
“I…the other night…when we all had weird dreams. My dream was about you,” she said, turning to him and looking him in the eye.
“It was really weird. A lot of different things happening at once but you…you always appeared at the weirdest times.”
“It was a bloody weird night Sla…Buffy. I think we all were too knackered to realize it.”
“But you don’t understand Spike. It made me see you…I mean really see you.”
Buffy sighed and stared back out at the ocean. She was trying to get her emotions in check and her words in a row. She turned back to him and touched his face.
“You haven’t been a monster in a really long time. I know that now. I know it’s not the chip that stops you from killing. I’m not going to say I love you because I think it’s far too soon to label what my heart feels but know this Spike. There are feelings. I do feel for you. It’s like my dream was trying to tell my brain what my heart already knew. I want to try us. I want to see what happens…”
“Spike since Willow did that spell I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. About your lips.” She traced her finger across his mouth lightly. “About your hands, your arms, your touch."
Spike opened his mouth.
“Don’t say anything Spike. Just kiss me.”
In his sleep Spike smiled not knowing that across town Buffy was having the same dream, her face filled with the same knowing smile.
You think you know…what’s to come…what you are. You haven’t even begun.