TITLE: Solemn Promises
PAIRING: Buffy/Bobby Goren
DISCLAIMER: Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon and Law & Order: Criminal Intent is the property of Dick Wolf
SUMMARY: Trying to deal with the loss of her mother, Buffy goes to visit her aunt in New York.
TIMELINE: For Buffy S5 & LOCI Season 1
NOTES: If you haven't heard of Criminal Intent here's a site for you to check out:
NOtes: Thanks to Ouida for the Beta
NOTES: There is no Dawn meaning no Glory.
"Do you really have to go?"
Buffy sighed and turned around; she looked over at Willow who was sprawled over the bed. She had been trying to get hold of her aunt for the last few days to tell her about Joyce's death but she could reach her.
"I kinda need to Wills." She sat down beside her best friend, "Aunt Alex wants me there for a while so she can look after me." She looked over at the picture of her mother and her aunt, “She thinks I need a break.”
"The two of them were so close and I can't tell her over the phone it would be too impersonal."
"Really?" Willow looked at her.
"Yeah Mom was her idol growing up." Buffy smiled, "She copied everything she did." Her smile faltered thinking about her mother then she stood up. "So yes, I need to go."
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"So you don't think he did it then?" Alex Eames looked over at her partner who was pacing the floor.
"I…I don't, no. I mean if you had killed someone, would you still be sitting next to the body half an hour later? The guy may be stupid but he's not insane."
"So we let him go?" The captain looked around the room.
"Everything Detective Goren says is accurate. There is absolutely no proof with which to hold him any longer." Carver stood up, "Now if you'll excuse me it's time I was getting home."
"Same here," Alex said looking at her watch. "I feel like a drink after the day I've had what about you?" she looked over at Bobby.
"Hmm…What...Yeah sure," he answered following her out the door.
"Is he okay?" Deakin asked Carver.
"I think he went to see his mother yesterday," the other man answered.
"Well I'll say my good-byes..." he opened the door but was interrupted when this tiny girl barged into him.
"Oh god, my bad," Buffy apologized, holding out a hand to steady him. "No wonder Cordelia calls me Hurricane Buffy."
"Can I help you?" Deakin tried to hide his smile. This girl reminded him of his daughter.
"Hmm yeah I'm looking for Alexandra Eames, I was told she worked here."
"I'll be going now." Carver smiled at the girl.
"Okay and sorry again." She waved him off before turning to the other guy, "So you were saying?”
"Yes, she does work here but she left for the night." he sat back down, "She's away to Joe's with Bobby."
Buffy screwed up her face "Who's Joe and Bobby?"
"Joe is the name of a pub and Bobby is her partner." He answered taking a sip of his coffee.
"You mean her boyfriend?" Buffy frowned, "She never told us she was seeing anyone." She turned to see Deakin spray the contents of his mouth over his desk.
"No," he said wiping his mouth. "He's her work partner."
"Okay, where can I find Joe's then?"
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A few minutes later, she was out the precinct and in the car.
"Take it she wasn't there Slayer?" Spike turned around.
She shook her head "She's at some Irish pub called Joe's on 23rd Street." Buffy read the piece of paper.
"That brings back memories," Spike sighed. "When Peaches wasn't such a poofter."
He turned to see Buffy staring at him "Oh god, Buf I'm sorry for acting like this."
"Don't be," she smiled at him, "This is normal. It shows everything is carrying on the way it should." He rubbed her cheek turned around and started the engine.
He stole a look and saw her eyes were shut. He didn't want to admit it but he was worried about her. She hadn't even cried a tear over Joyce. It's like she felt she had to keep everything together for everyone.
That was part of the reason he said he would go with her to see her aunt. He knew Joyce would never forgive him if anything happened to her baby.
What the Slayer didn't know was Spike had made a promise to Joyce in the hospital. No matter what happened he would always be a constant in her daughter's life even if she wanted him there or not.
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"So how is she really and remember who you’re talking to now?"
He looked over at Alex and sighed. "She didn't even recognize me this time, thought I was a nurse." He drank the dregs from his glass and beckoned the waitress over.
"So I guess the new meds didn't work?" she took his hand in hers.
He shook his head. "Anyway how’s Joyce doing?" he asked.
"She's much better." She nodded, "That reminds me, I'm supposed to phone Buffy later on to see when she’s coming."
"What's so funny?" she frowned.
"I've never met a Buffy; she sounds like a cheerleader valley girl."
"Oh she was before she became a Sla..." she just stopped herself in time from revealing her niece’s secret. It had taken her long enough to come to terms with it and even now she was still shaky on parts.
"Slave to sport. You've never seen someone change so much," she answered, "Out went the fake nails and in came the gym."
"So will I ever get to meet the rest of your family then?"
"Only if they come here. I visited Sunnydale once and never again. It's worse than here," she sipped her vodka that the waitress put down in front of her, “Not very sociable.”
“So why did Joyce move there?”
“To get as far away from Hank as possible.”
“I don’t want to bother you,” Joe came over, “But it looks as if there’s a fight going on outside and it’s getting ugly.”
“Why not,” Alex shrugged, “Saves us sitting here.”
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“Don’t get snippy with me Slayer,” Spike growled at her with his game face showing, “It’s not my fault they know who we were.” He punched a vamp in the face as he ducked a roundhouse kick from another.
“They wouldn’t have known who we were if you hadn’t shouted my name at the top of your lungs,” she growled at him and turned round just in time to receive a smack in the nose.
The vamp's sense of power quickly evaporated when he saw the grin on Buffy’s face. She roared as she jumped on him, her fist constantly connecting with his face.
Spike dusted the only other remaining vamp and walked over to the Slayer.
“Come on, that’s enough Buffy stake him.”
She either didn’t hear or ignored him.
“Slayer.” he snarled and tried to pull her away, but she was intent on disfiguring the guy.
Although he wasn’t exactly drunk, Bobby soon sobered up when he saw the scene in front of him unfolding.
Here was a girl, five-foot if that and she were kicking the crap out of someone twice her size.
“Buffy?” he heard Alex say from behind him.
She turned when she heard the familiar voice and it gave the vamp a chance to attack. He threw her across the car park and was intent on doing more damage but Spike’s stake connecting with his heart stopped that idea.
Buffy stood up before he even dissolved and ran for Spike.
“That was my fight,” she screamed at him, “I had him.”
He gripped her shoulders, “Bollocks Slayer you were giving Angelus a run for his money.”
Alex flinched when the name was mentioned. Buffy put all her strength into a punch that connected with Spike’s face “Don’t you ever talk about him again.”
She walked over to Alex, “We need to talk.”
“I think we do,” Alex pulled out a tissue to stop the blood from dripping onto her top.
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Half an hour later, they were all sat in Alex’s. The two women in the bedroom, and Bobby and Spike in the kitchen.
“Look I’m going to go.” Bobby went for his coat.
“Maybe you shouldn’t mate, things are going to get ugly.” Spike offered him the whiskey.
Alex sat on the bed and watched Buffy pace.
“Okay something’s wrong.” she looked at Buffy who ignored her.
“You either tell me Buffy Anne Summers or I’ll phone your mother and ask her.”
That stopped Buffy in her tracks and she turned around.
“I…I needed to tell you face to face,” she looked away, “Mom died two days ago Alex.”
“What?" She stood, "No she was fine the doctor gave her an all clear.”
“She had a clot in her brain that burst, I think like a tumor.” Buffy tried to explain.
“She’s gone,” Alex whispered as the tears came, “Oh God Buffy I’m so sorry.” She stood up to hold Buffy but the younger woman ducked and walked out the room to were Spike and Bobby were.
“Buffy please,” Alex begged as she came out.
“What’s wrong?” Bobby was up instantly.
“My…Joyce is dead,” Alex answered but never took her eyes off Buffy.
Bobby looked between the two women not knowing what to do or say. Alex looked as if her heart was breaking, but the girl looked as if nothing was wrong. It was like she wasn’t bothered about her mother’s death.
“Why didn’t you phone sooner?" he looked over at Buffy.
“I tried,” she shrugged “But I could never get hold of you."
“What’s the matter with you?” Alex stood up starting to get mad, “Your mother is dead and you're acting like you forgot to buy some biscuits.”
“I am upset,” she answered.
“You ungrateful little brat, after everything she did for you.” Alex slapped her face.
She was about to do it again but Buffy’s hand caught her, nearly breaking her wrist in the process.
“You try that again and I’ll take the wrist off,” she growled.
“Okay.” Spike walked over not liking the look in Buffy’s eye, knowing she was serious. “Let’s calm down.”
“Let’s not,” Buffy swore.
“I’m not standing here listening to her give me the high and mighty act when she didn’t give a shit about Mom.”
“That’s uncalled for.” Bobby looked at her, “She was your mother’s sister Buffy.”
Buffy’s stare burned right through him “And what’s it got to do with you. I suggest you get out before I put you out.”
“Buffy, he is my friend and the way you are acting at the minute he is more welcome in this house than you are.” Alex answered.
“Fine then.” Buffy picked up her coat and headed for the door. “There’s a surprise, me being left on my own again,” she snarled, storming out and slamming the door behind her.
She got to the bottom of the stairs before she stopped.
“What am I doing?” she whispered. She knew her mother would hate her for acting like this but she had to. If she broke she knew she would never stop.
She went to go back upstairs but at the last second changed her mind and went looking for a bed for the night.