Shattered Ch(5/?) Forget you.

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Title: Shattered
Chapter (5/?)
Chapter title: Forget you
Rated: R
Pairings: Willow/Angel, Willow/Tara.
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Spike walked through the Summers’ backyard, he had one foot on the back step when the scent hit him, his nose crinkeled.
It was slight and a few days old, but it was still lingering, and it hadn’t been around last time he was here.

‘Hmm,’ He thought. ‘So dear old granddad’s been lurking about, eh?’

He wondered briefly about the older vamp’s motives for his visit, but then decided he really didn’t give a fuck what he was doing here as long as he was staying out of his way.

And as long as he didn’t upset Dawn.

He knew the bit was a big fan of “Sir broods a lot ” as she told him used to be her nickname for Angel back in the day when he first started dating Buffy.

He smirked, he always knew there was a reason he’d taken a shine to the girl from the start.

He shook the Angel smell out of his nostrils and went inside.

“Hey, good you’re here.” He was greeted instantly by Tara.

“That I am.”

“Okay, so Willow said she’ll be out late running some errands and I have a class until ten.” The witch informed. “I wrote down all the numbers in case there’s an emergency, and Dawn ordered pizza it should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

Spike ire was flashing. He didn’t mind hanging out with Niblit, but he did resent being treated like a run of the mill babysitter. Talking to him like he was some normal human. Like he wasn’t threatening. Like he was some domesticated animal.

Hurts a man’s pride.

Tara was rushing around the kitchen collecting her things “Oh and there’s plenty of blood in the fridge.” She said. “Beer too.”

At that Spike raised his eyebrows. “That’s mighty thoughtful of you, Glenda.”

Tara gave him that small shy smile of hers. “Yeah well, if you let Dawn drink it again, it’ll be the last time it’s allowed.”

“What?!” Spike erupted, insulted. “I would never let the bit-“

Tara had her arms folded over her chest and was giving him that knowing look.

‘Bollocks, looks like the bit ratted me out after all.’

“It was only a sip.” he defended. “And she spit most of it out anyway. I knew she wasn’t going to like it. And even if she had I wouldn’t have let her have anymore.”

Tara just nodded at him, barely concealing her amusement.

‘Great,’ Spike thought. ‘Now, I’m a bloody source of entertainment.’

He sighed and followed as Tara left the kitchen.

“Dawnie, I’m leaving!” She called up the stairs.

The teenager came bumbling down the stairs.

“I’ll be back a little after ten.” Tara told the girl, while putting on her jacket.”So, I’ll say g-goodnight now in case you’re asleep by then.”

Dawn snorted. “Like I’m a baby or something, I can’t stay awake passed ten?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Said Tara. She bent down and dropped a motherly kiss on Dawn’s head.

The girl smiled.

It touched Spike’s unbeating heart that smile. He now had a new appreciation for the good witch.

“Have fun.”

“You, too.” Replied Dawn. “Learn lots at your lecture.”

Tara Smiled. “Bye. Bye, Spike.”

Spike nodded a farewell, “See ya, Glenda.”

When she was gone he turned to Dawn.

“Right then, bit, what’s on the agenda for tonight.”

She smiled at him, then showed him the lord of the rings trilogy DVD’s.

He groaned inwardly.

‘Damn that whelp Harris to hell for getting the girl hooked on those hobbits.’

He plastered on a smile and clapped his hands together.

“Okay, we’d better get started then, eh?”

He plopped down on the sofa while Dawn loaded the player and settled in for a night full of the adventures of Frodo and friends.

Great.

‘Thank hell for that beer.’

      ***

To say the last few days for Angel had been dark ones would be an understatement. As soon as he made it back to L.A. after his encounter with Willow (and the Robo-Slayer), he stormed into the Hyperion, growled something at Fred when she enquired amiably as to where he had gone, stomped upstairs and slammed the door to his room.

He didn’t open it again for three days.

It was a good thing he’d remembered to stock pile it with whiskey.

Too bad though he didn’t take precautions about the blood.

The lack of it in his system couple with the copious amounts of alcohol lead to some very vivid hallucinations.

They always started back at the mansion. With Willow.

He was kissing her. His hands traveling over her body. Cupping her breast. Then he’d ease her down to the floor, slip off her panties and releasing his erection he pushed inside her. His eyes closing as the sensation of her slick, hot flesh enveloped him.

Then he’d open his eyes and it was Buffy lying under him. He’d keep pumping into her hard, while his hands reached around her throat, squeezing, tighter and tighter while he fucked her.

Then her eyes would pop out and sparks would come spurting out of their sockets.

While his mind tried to comprehend that the woman would turn into Willow again.

His hands around her broken neck.

She was dead.

Then he’d cum.

And it was over.

When he surfaced back to reality he’d find his throbbing cock in his hand rubbed red and raw.

He had to get out of this room.

      *** 

“Angel!” Fred gushed as soon as he came down stairs. “You’re up and about!” 

It was amazing how enthusiastic the girl could be to see him after what a jerk he’d been to her.
“Hey, Fred.” he mumbled. It wasn’t a happy mumble, but at least he wasn’t biting her head off. It was a start.

He stalked passed everybody else in the room and went to the kitchen. He wasn’t ready for a big confrontation yet. 

“Well, he acknowledged my presence.” ventured Fred. “That’s something.”

“Yeah,” Said Gunn. “But did you get a good whiff of the guy? I think I got buzzed just when he walked past me. What’s he doing bathing in whiskey?”

Cordy scoffed. “Yeah, like he’s bathed at all in the last week.”

“Well, I still think it’s great that he came downstairs.” Fred attested.

“I’m inclined to agree.” inserted Wesley. “It’s a good sign.”

“Let’s just hope he keeps it up.”

      ***

In the kitchen Angel downed as much blood as he could and grabbed an ice pack for his sore dick.

He listened to his friends worried voices as they drifted in and the functioning part of his brain knew they were right.

Enough was enough.

It’s time for him to snap out of whatever it is this is and get back to work.

Willow was right.

They needed to forget.

No matter how hard it would be.

When he went back upstairs the first thing he did was shower.

The people downstairs would be extremely grateful for that.

Afterwards he tore down all the drawings of Willow and stuffed them in a garbage bag. Which he then promptly took out to the back alley burned.

And then he went and searched the streets for something to kill.

      ***

When Willow came home she was greeted with a familiar seen.

Dawn cuddled up with Spike on the couch.

She smiled at them. She was in a much better mood this time then she had been the last time she saw them like that.

And she and Angel...

No. She wouldn’t spoil her good mood by thinking about that. Not when she had something so wonderful to be happy about. She’d found it.

The spell.

She found the way to bring back Buffy.

She was practically buzzing with the excitement.

She had the urge to wake the sleeping vamp and teenager to share the news.

But, no. Bad idea. It’s too soon.

No matter how confident she had become in her magical abilities there was always a chance she might fail.

No way was she going to get Spike and Dawn’s hopes up just to have them crushed when she couldn’t come through for them.

Just like she hadn’t come through for Buffy in the first place.

‘No.’ she berated herself. ‘You’re happy remember? You can do this. You have to.’

She grabbed a blanket and covered the pair on the sofa. Then she plodded upstairs to her room.

The blush of early morning was streaming through the slit in the curtains by the time she had put on her pajamas and come out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth. That wasn’t so unusual these days. She was often just slipping in to bed just before the sun rose then pretending she had been there all night.

She always went to bed with Tara then waited for her to fall asleep before getting up and going downstairs to research and avoid sleeping, which lead to dreaming.

Dreaming of Angel.

“Wow, you’re late.” Came Tara’s voice startling her.

“Huh?”

“You usually manage to make it up before first light.”

Oh.

Guess she hadn’t been so stealthy after all.

Dang.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on or...”

Willow took a breath. She hated keeping things from Tara, hated lying to the woman she loved.

She didn’t want to keep anymore secrets from her.

Steeling herself she walked over to the bed and perched in front of Tara.

“It’s about Buffy.” She began.

Tara nodded,. “I k-kind of figured she had something to do with it.” She remarked. Her eyes were so soft and open, full of love. They urged Willow on to tell her whatever it was she needed to say and told her she would give her comfort, whatever she needed.

Willow could feel her heartbreaking.

Taking a chance she hadn’t dared to take in what seemed like forever, Willow reached out and took hold of Tara’s hands.

“Tara,” She croaked. Her throat was so dry from being nervous. She swallowed. “I-I want to bring her back.” 

Tara’s brow pinched. “W-willow, “she began softly. “I-I know how much you love her, but you know what the risk are with resurrection spells. Remember Dawn tried-“

Willow waved her hands in objection, Tara quieted.

“This is different.” She declared. “I’ve done the research. That’s why I’ve been up all night every night. Joyce’s death was natural. But Buffy’s wasn’t, it was entirely brought about by mystical forces. It’s like a loophole.”

Tara’s face was still full of uncertainty.

Willow squeezed her hands, begging her to understand.

“Tara, listen,” She pleaded. “I really think-“ She stopped. No, thinking she could do it wasn’t going to be enough to convince Tara. “I know,” She affirmed. “That I can do this.” Her face softened and she cupped Tara’s cheek.. “But, I need you by my side. So, what do you say, are you with me?”

Tara smiled serenely at her and stroked her hair. Willow was overjoyed when she felt no jolt of pain at her lover’s touch.

“Always.” Tara murmured. “I’m always with you.”

Willow’s chest warmed, without even thinking about it she leaned over and kissed her girl.

It was a soft, polite kiss at first. But it soon turned hungry.

Then for the first time since Buffy died, Willow and Tara made love.

It would have been perfect had it not been for a place in the back of her mind that compared Tara’s touch to Angel’s. 

Well, I feel better about this chapter than I have the previous two (which goes completely against my neurotic nature).
I hope I’m not just imagining that it’s better.
Let me know if you noticed an improvement.