I am enjoying writing this fic as much as you all are reading it.
Enjoy and feedback :)
Title: One Moment More
By: Nora remember_nomore
Email: Litaschick AT aol.com
Website: Deepest Desires
Pairing: Tara/Spike, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya, Anya/? (Fling), Buffy/Willow, Dawn/? (It’s a surprise right now) More pairings....
Rating: PG-16 but parts have a tendency to get R/NC-17
Spoilers: Season 6, Entropy/Seeing Red, around there is when I changed everything, I changed it there after.
Warnings: Death (sort of), magic abuse, kinky vampire sex, F/F, M/F and anything else I decide.
Summary: Warren’s bullet brings new life to one of the Scoobies. (I promise the Fic is better then the summary sounds)
Archive: Fire and Ice, Deepest Desires (My site), anyone else please ask. I will say yes most likely ;)
Changes: The show went as is except for a few things, Buffy and Spike stopped sleeping together after Dead Things, Spike never tried to attack Buffy, Xander did leave Anya at the alter but she declined to become a demon again, Spike and Anya never slept together. Also Dawn is 17 in season 6
Authors Notes: This is my first time writing something not totally smutty so feedback is so appreciated. The title One Moment More is from Mindy Smith's album of that title.
Thanks: My beautiful Red for betaing for me when I knew she wanted to smack me upside the head with all my questions. To my ‘nervous Fic readers’ that I tirade with questions and feed me and my ego.
"Hello?" Dawn called as she dropped her backpack down onto the dining room table and headed into the kitchen. "Xander?" She grabbed a few pretzels from the bowl in the kitchen. 'He's got to be here, his car's outside,' she thought to herself, chomping away on a pretzel.
Turning, she started to head up the stairs when Xander came bounding down, pulling her back down with him.
"Come on Dawnie, Anya needs us over at the magic box."
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no, we just need to be there now."
He snatched up her backpack and ushered her out of the door and into his car. Buffy looked out of the bathroom window and sighed with relief as she saw them drive away, her little sister no doubt very confused.
"They're gone," she said, her eyes still gazing out the window." Now the three of us need to talk."
She turned around to find Willow busying herself around the room, picking up and cleaning. It unnerved her when she saw how chipper her friend was.
"You know Spike, I owe you everything," Willow said, very upbeat as she picked up the last of the clothes from the floor. "I do, because of you and what happened I'm getting my baby back. I'm getting my Tara back."
She headed to the bathroom, her arms overloaded with garments that were scattered about the room the night before, coming back with fresh sheets. "I know there's a lot to do," she continued, stripping the bed of the old ones. "First we need to get her situated and such and then we need to get her soul back…hmmm I wonder if I can use the same spell I used on Angel a few years ago? Heck, I can write one just for her."
Spike looked at her with bewildered eyes. Red had really lost her marbles. Not that he blamed her, though. He didn't know what he would have done if he had lost Tara completely. Sighing, he prepared himself for the possibility that he in fact, did lose her, knowing she wouldn't be the exact same after the change. Nobody ever really is.
He looked over at Buffy, who was staring at her friend as she tossed the old sheets aside and replaced them with red heart ones.
"Tara loves these," she noted, tucking the end in. "Says they're soft and comfy and cute."
The Slayer turned her eyes to him. In all his many years on this earth, all the evil he had seen as well as done; nothing had ever frightened him more than the stare she was giving him.
"Spike, hall now," she ordered, walking into the hall.
He followed without complaint, careful of the sun's fading rays and found her arms crossed, waiting for him. He was dreading the talk he knew was unavoidable.
"What where you thinking?!" she baulked, verbally attacking him, "How could you even think of such a thing? Did you see Willow in there? Do you realize what you have done?!"
Spike looked up at her, keeping his anger in check because this wasn't the time or the place for a knock down drag out.
"I couldn't see the lady die like that…"
"So you saw fit to give her a death sentence?!"
"I didn't, I can teach her, I can help her and she doesn't have to be a killer."
"No, so now instead of Warren being the one to kill her, you changed it so I am the one that has to do that task. What possessed you?"
"The lass and I became closer after what happened a few weeks ago," he looked up at Buffy with accusing eyes. "Remember that night you decided to use me as a punching bag?"
Buffy looked slightly wounded "I-"
Spike lifted up his hand. "Save it, Slayer. We have other things to worry about now." He gestured to the bedroom and they both they saw Willow fluffing the many pillows that now decorated the bed. Spike turned back to Buffy. "We each have a woman to worry about now, Slayer," he noted, his voice honest. "Save the fighting for later."
Buffy watched Willow. It broke her heart.
"She thinks you gave Tara back to her." Her voice was barely above a whisper and her eyes were cold as they found his. "The truth is you took her away from her."
"I did what I-"
"You made her a vampire!" Buffy pointed towards the bedroom; she fought to keep her voice low. "Soul or no soul, she won't come back here…back to her." She paused, then said," Will she?"
Spike was quiet, feeling genuine sympathy for the redhead and, even a bit for the Slayer and what she was in for with her best friend.
He shook his head. "No, she won't come back to Re-…here, she won't come back here."
Buffy felt her heart rip in two. Only when she had watched Angel disappear into the smoky night, that graduation years ago, did she feel this way.
“So what happens now?” Buffy’s voice was small, almost defeated. “D-do we have a funeral or…”
“No, we don’t have too. I do suggest bringing her back to my crypt.”
”Why so you can seduce her and show her violent ways and have her doing your evil dirty work because you’re neutered from that initiative chip.”
“Bloody hell slayer, what do I have to say or do to convince you that I’m not like that anymore?!” Spike closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “First, I think that I can teach her and help her, maybe even keep her from becoming a horrid creature. Second, this place isn’t exactly vampire friendly; you have so many bloody windows in this house, she’ll burn up before she can wake up!”
“You’re not wrong there.” She sighed. “Alright, it will be dark in about half an hour. I’ll gather up some of her things. Does she need anything ‘special’?”
Spike somberly shook his head.
“Just some clothes; best to keep the personal effects to a minimum. Gonna be hard enough for her to start with and we don’t want to make it worse.”
Her eyes drifted back to the bedroom, where Willow was trying to decide which nightgown to lay out for Tara's return. As the sick feeling flooded her stomach, she decided that from then on, she would do whatever it took, to take care of Willow.
Her eyes still on the red head, Buffy said “Worse is unavoidable…”