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Gentle Whisper of Souls by Chelle
 
Simply Spuffy
 
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Chapter 15: Alternate Ending: Simply Spuffy

Author's Notes: Here's the alternate ending that I promised some of you who hated the Bangel elements.


Buffy packed the last of her clothing in her suitcase and sat down on the edge of Spike’s bed. She ran her hand over the comforter and gave a wistful sigh. So much had happened. She doubted that she’d ever be able to wrap her head around the events of the past few days.

Her soul screamed through her body and even though it had been two days since the incident with the Immortal, she still found herself breaking into tears at the slightest thing. Just the day before she had cried for thirty minutes because Diego and Dawn were so cute together.
It was beyond sickening.

Spike stepped into the bedroom and shut the door softly behind him. “You all packed?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going back to Italy?”

Buffy nodded. “We’re going to pack up our things and move to the new Watcher’s Headquarters. You know? Giles’ house. I’m going to see Maria’s family first though and tell them what happened.”

Spike sat down next to her and they were both quiet for several seconds. Finally, he turned to face her. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh god.” Buffy smiled. “That’s terrifying.”

“I’m serious,” Spike continued. “I’ve been thinking about what happened and what you said to Angel about really loving me. Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” Buffy waited for him to continue. When he didn’t, she added, “What about it?”

“I guess I’m giving you a choice.” Spike fought to find the right words and finally added, “Buffy, for so long I’ve wondered who you would choose if you could. I guess I always thought it would be Angel, but after all the things you said to him that night, I figure I have as good a chance as him.”

“What are you saying?” Buffy studied him closely, daring her heart to believe what was transpiring.

“I want to come with you.” Spike took her hand in his and gently stroked her palm. “I don’t have any real ties here and I love you. You know that. And I’ll probably eventually forget what you did with Angel. Hell, it’s forgotten if you’ll just say yes.”

“Spike-”

“Okay, it’s not entirely forgotten and I’ll probably bring it up when you piss me off because it was really bitchy of you to do that to me in my own fucking bed and then I had to share and that was-”

“Spike-”

“I’m not saying it would be perfect, luv. But I’m offering. All you have to do is say the word and I’ll pack my things and walk away from here.”

“What would Angel say?”

“I don’t care. Do you?” He watched her closely, gauging the look on her face. “Has he offered to go with you?”

“No.” She stared at their joined hands, then met his gaze. “He told me this morning that, as much as he loves me, his place is here.”

“Did he ask you to stay?”

“I don’t belong here.”

“Did he ask you to stay, Buffy?”

“Yes. And I told him no.”

“Why?”

Buffy reached into her purse and pulled out a plane ticket. Saying nothing, she unfolded it and handed it to him. “Because I didn’t want your plane ticket to be wasted.”

Spike studied the ticket in his hand. It was a Wolfram and Hart ticket to board a luxury private jet and his name was written across the top in Angel’s handwriting. “You -”

“I chose. Finally. I made my own decision and if you make me live to regret it I swear to God that -”

Spike pulled her into his arms and kissed her, then hugged her tightly against him. “I thought you were going to tell me to piss off.”

She shook her head and smiled at him when he let her go. “Nope. Of course, that will probably change in a week or two when you remind me how much of a pain in my ass you are, but for right now, I don’t want you to piss off.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked innocently.

“I want you to hold that thought because you have to pack and our plane leaves in two hours. But once we get to Italy you’re going to see exactly how much I missed you.”

Spike narrowed his eyes. “You’re making me wait on purpose and it’s cruel.”

“I haven’t ruled out the possibility of joining the Mile High Club with you just yet.”

“Packing. Right now.” Spike shot to his feet and grabbed his duffel bag from the closet.

Buffy watched him tossing his belongings haphazardly into the bag and smiled. For the first time in her life, she had gone from being The Chosen One ... to choosing.

And that suited her just fine.

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