taxonomites | 002 [Accidental Visual | Location: Castle Summers] If my heart could beat it would break my chest.

Spike and Buffy are standing together, looking awkward.

"Sorry," Spike says. "I mean... I won't do it again or anything."

Buffy looks pained. "Don't," she answers, too quickly. "Don't apologize. It's my fault." And now, because she doesn't know what to do, other than run away, that's more or less what she intends to do. "I should... I should go."

"Buffy, wait." Spike touches her shoulder. He's not sure exactly what he's going to say, but he needs to make her understand. He opens his mouth, the music rises, and he starts to sing.

"Are we done for now,
Or is this for good,
Will there be something in time?
With us there should.

Only girl for me is you,
There can be no other one,
If I didn't have faith,
I would come undone.

So much promise in your eyes
Seems that I can only see
It always makes me wonder
If you save it all for me."

He drops her arm, turning away.

"Maybe you do.
Maybe you don't.
Maybe you should,
Probably wont."

He turns back towards her.

"Because there will be... "

He grabs her arm and pulls her to the barn at a dance-run. When he gets there he climbs a little up the stair and turns to her.

"There will be other guys
Who will whisper in your ear.
Say they'll take away you sadness
And your fears.

They may be kind and true.
They may be good for you,
But they'll never care for you
More than I do…."

He jumps off the staircase and circles her, grabbing her hands and meeting her eyes.

"I'll be always there
There to the end
I can't do much
But be your one true friend.

To the end
Through the end
Our lives to spend
With each other till the end
Of time... "

He drops her hands and dances around the barn for a while, doing flips off haystacks and swinging around the rafters and stuff. Finally he lands and the music slows. He pulls her close until their faces are almost touching.

"Still see the promise in your eyes
And still wonder if it's for me,
But I know it's still there
Even when you sleep."

He steps back, hands lingering for a moment before he drops them. He turns to walk out of the barn.

"So I say, good night sweet girl."

The music finally stops as he leaves the barn and he realizes that he just confessed his feelings to Buffy in song again. He groans and sinks to the ground against the barn. "Balls."

[ooc: Spike is singing Good Night Sweet Girl by Ghost of the Robot. That happens to be James Marsters' band, so it's actually Spike singing in that file. Enjoy that. Also, trolling responses can be answered by Spike or Buffy. If you want one in particular, specify so that we'll know.]

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Lorne's concerned face appears on Spike's tablet. "Thought you might want a warning, friend - your tablet just broadcasted your little performance to all of Taxon. Steel yourself." His frown deepens. "And also - I'm sorry."

Spike groans and buries his face in his hands. "Bugger. Cause the one thing I needed more than to serenade the woman I love is to serenade the entire bloody world, including, I'm assuming, the man I just learned she's dating. God, I need a drink."

"Cordy and I are planning to rope off Caritas for a night and have an all-night private drinking party. You are more than invited." He glances back at the bottles behind the bar. "Between the three of us demons, we'll have to drink out the place to make a dent on our collective sobriety."

Spike nods, not looking up. "Count me in. And please tell me it's tonight."

Have one James T. Kirk staring at the screen from somewhere chock-full of technology that puts Fred's lab at Wolfram & Hart to shame in a way that can only be described as furious, demanding: "What the hell is this?"

Spike has never seen Kirk before, so he's just going to glance at him hopelessly, looking completely miserable about everything. "Who're you, then?" The rage suggests that this could be the aforementioned boyfriend.

Hey. She's got someone, back off.

[ because no one messes with her friend, okay. ]

You needn't warn me off. I'm not mucking things up for her.

[He sounds utterly defeated. Spike sucks at hiding his emotions.]

Kirk normally doesn't offer this up anymore, but in the face of whatever that was, he's got no qualms with pulling out the pomp and circumstance. "Captain James T. Kirk."

That would be great if Spike had any respect for authority at all. As it is he just rolls his eyes. "Bloody brilliant. What exactly needs clearing up, mate?"

[ and here would be proof, if one should choose to pay attention to it, to that getting along factor. angel is genuinely caring. no guarantees on the world not ending. (and for the record, he would've locked this if he wasn't so fail at working the tablets and thinks he has locked this.) ]

...didn't tell you, did she?

[ that's...less argumentative than she'd been expecting. ]

...Okay. Good. Keep it that way.

[Spike'll just fix that little locking problem. Good job, Angel. He lets out an entirely unamused laugh.]

Not nearly soon enough.

Right.

...who the hell are you, anyway?

[ ...he tries, okay. he doesn't have harmony here to do these things for him and the buttons all look the same. :( ]

I thought she would've told you right away. If I'd known she'd left that out, I would've filled in that gap for you.

The only thing stopping him from going into full jealous boyfriend mode (something he's rather new to, mind you, as he normally doesn't do this whole relationship thing— ask Gaila, she will probably be more than happy to tell you just how much he fails at it) is being on the bridge of ~~the pieces of~~ his ship, which makes it easier to fall into command mode and allow him to handle this in a more professional manner. That anger's still there, but he's not shouting or throwing things or acting generally like a twelve-year-old not getting his way. That...that will come later. Quite possibly with illegal, alien alcohol of the electric blue variety.

"What needs clearing up is what exactly you were doing just now with my girlfriend."

Not your fault, mate. I could have... asked, or something. Or assumed there was no way I'd ever be that lucky.

"So you'd be the boyfriend, then?" Spike could take him. Easily. Captain my arse. "I thought it was pretty bloody clear what just happened." He's not going to tell Buffy's boyfriend that he kissed her, or that she waited so long to tell him she was seeing someone. That's up to Buffy. "I sang everything out, didn't I? Do you need me to draw you a bloody picture? Cause I'm really not feeling up to it."

Edited 2010-05-12 12:22 (UTC)

No, she should've told you. She should've known better, should've understood that you'd want to pick up where you left off, so to speak.

[ saying these things without malice is...new, but he was long over that 'i saw her first' thing. that excuse to bicker was tossed out a while back and replaced with things like cavemen vs astronauts and destinies and telepathic fish who couldn't keep their minds shut. ]

[Spike appreciates it. And he'd like to defend Buffy, but he's a little upset about it as well.]

She knows how I feel about her. I mean, I know, I didn't call her or show up or anything after I came back, and I certainly didn't want her to mourn me forever or whatnot. I really am glad she found someone, if he'll make her happy.

But I wish she'd told me.

A friend of hers who doesn't want to see her hurting any more than she already is.

Guess we got something in common, then.

[ a beat, and then: ]

Max.

Joy of joys, Buffy has her tablet with her too, and she's ready to intercept this one. She's sitting on the floor of the barn with her knees drawn up to her chest, pretty much as though she wants to curl up in a ball and die.

"Jim, please, it's not--" What it looks like? Well, no, because if what it looks like is Spike just singing an epic love song to her then yes, it's what it looks like. "--can we talk? Not on these things?"

Learn to use the lock, Angel. There's a button.

[ she doesn't say it harshly, she'd just... rather not hear angel talking about her instead of to her. ]

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