Bright Little Girl
Yes, I’m still working on Her Vacation, for periodic updates on delays check out my profile. However, this little bit of a story just keeps intruding. I can’t seem to get Buffy and Edward to fight, so here’s one way to view their relationship.
Of course, it’s alternate universe, set after that episode where Spike tried to rape Buffy. If I turn it into more than just this little snippet, it will still be rather short.
P.S. I hate Spuffy. If you like Spuffy, don’t read this stuff. I like Spike and Buffy friendship, Spuffy annoys the crap out of me.
P.P.S. I own nothing. If you think I own this you haven’t seen the way I live, because if I owned either one of these series I wouldn’t be stuck in the job from Hell.* * * * *
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Someone had called him, she knew that was the only way he would be in town. He loved her, never a doubt in her mind that he did, but he wasn’t the type of man that felt capable of raising a child. So he’d left when Joyce said she was pregnant. He’d walked away when she said that someone else had asked her to marry him. He hadn’t fought for them, believing that they would have a better life without him.
How wrong he had been.* * * * *
Buffy stared out the window, watching the Hummer stop in front of the house. ’No, it can’t be him, why today of all days does he decide to show up?’
She ran up the stairs and burst into the room Willow had decided to take. “Did you call him?!”
Willow just looked up with a small smile, “You mean Edward? The one person your mother told me to call if you were ever in trouble?”
Buffy nodded her head.
“Yes,” Willow said it bluntly, not at all like the meek girl she had been. “What did you expect me to do Buffy? Sit around and wait until Spike comes back to finish?”
Buffy just shook her head, backing out of the room. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” she whispered it. Her hand reached up and touched her still bruised cheek. She felt the scratches on her arms like they burned. Everything was healing, and it looked a lot better than it had yesterday, but he would still see it. Buffy gave a mad little chuckle, “You have no idea what you have done.”
Willow got up to follow Buffy, questions clearly on her face, but Buffy just closed the bedroom door. A deep breath, followed by another, but nothing could stop the quivering in her stomach. None of her friends knew him. She’d never told them why it hadn’t worked out between Joyce and Edward. The only thing they knew was that, before her death, Joyce had always threatened to call Edward if Buffy needed help.
Buffy clearly remembered the first time his name came up in front of everyone.Flashback
It had barely been a week since she’d been home from L.A. Everyone was walking on eggshells around her, afraid to say what they really thought. Afraid that she’d run away again and never return this time. Her birthday party had just gone to hell. Zombies were over-running the house, and then Joyce had just snapped.
“I’ll just call your father!” she’d yelled it. Standing in front of Buffy refusing to allow her to go anywhere near the danger. “You’re my little girl and by God he will get off his ass and act like your father just this once!”
Willow was the one that piped up, “What could Hank do in a situation like this?”
They all knew that Hank was worthless, that Buffy didn’t really care that he was out of her life. Yes, it still hurt that the man who had raised her had found a new life, but if he didn’t want her then to hell with him.
“Not Hank,” Buffy had whispered, staring at her mother with wide eyes. “You’d call him?! You know what would happen!”
Giles opened his mouth to ask a question, but was cut off by the escalating fight. “Yes, but Edward would at least protect you! He’d be the best for you right now, and you wouldn’t have to do this alone!”
“Mom,” Buffy’s voice had dropped to a soft whisper, “nothing I do now requires Edward to be here. He’s not built to deal with being a father to me. This situation is not the one that you would need to call him for.”
The topic had been dropped, her mother had agreed with the statement, finally calming down enough to think. However, her friends weren’t so easily mollified. They wanted to know who he was, and why he warranted such an extreme denial from her.
So she’d given them an edited version of who he was. Saying nothing more than he was a bounty hunter, and that Joyce had married Hank instead of him. Willow was the one that read between the lines and figured out that Joyce had already been pregnant. Everyone else had been shocked, but stayed quiet once they realized that it was not a comfortable subject for Buffy.
She took a deep breath and walked down the stairs slowly. The view was clear from the living room, she could see the Hummer’s door open and the booted foot step out. He was wearing his good old boy outfit. For years she thought that was what he was. He always wore that the odd times he dropped by in Los Angeles to check on them. Taking her to the park with Joyce watching over them. He had been an odd man, even to the child she had been, but he’d been interesting in a way she’d never understood. She understood now, it was the violence that stayed just under his skin. It called to that part of her that was the Slayer.
She shook her head and sighed. He wasn’t going to understand what led up to the events of the weekend. The monsters were never to be touched. He’d made this clear when he’d learned about Angel and her. She shivered, remembering the cold look that had been in his eyes when her mother had let it slip to him on his only visit to Sunnydale. He wasn’t going to understand.
She wrapped her arms tight around herself and continued to watch as the rest of him emerged from the Hummer. The jeans, seeming well worn, and baggy enough to hide some type of weapon, but tight enough to conceal that fact. The plaid shirt, she wanted to bury her head in it and cry. That was the other part she’d remembered after the whole Angel fiasco. He’d let her cry. He’d murmured words of comfort. Something she never thought him capable of. She winced now, thinking that he might deny her that comfort this time around.
She closed her eyes, she couldn’t watch him walk towards the door. Maybe if she closed her eyes he wouldn’t really be here. She wouldn’t need to deal with this powder keg that Willow had accidentally called to her side.
The doorbell rang, and Buffy just turned her head to look at it. She heard Willow’s step at the top of the stairs, and that moved her towards the door. She had to be there first. He’d know there was something different about Willow. They’d never met, and she had never told him about her, but he’d know. And Dawn, how was she going to explain Dawn?
She shook her head and rushed to the door. She flung it open and rushed into his arms. He wouldn’t deny her this one thing. Let him deny her later, but she wanted that comfort, something she hadn’t felt since her mother had died.
“Hey baby,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around her, crab walking her into the house. He shut the door and stood there holding her. She immediately burst into soft sobs. He must have given Willow a look because Buffy heard her squeak and quickly retreat. “Shhh, shhh, now what is all this?”
“You won’t understand,” she whispered it.
“I won’t understand what?” his voice had dipped towards menacing. He’d seen the bruises, she knew that now, just from his tone.
“Anything, everything,” she shuddered and refused to be pulled from him. “It’s all so screwed up and I can’t fix it.” She bit her lip and then uttered the phrase, “Why couldn’t they let me stay dead?”
She winced as he pushed her away from him. His eyes were glaring at her. “Don’t you ever say anything like that again! Do you think any of us wanted you out of our lives?!”
She retuned his glare at that statement. “Do you think I care! What about what I need? What I want? None of them even thought of trying to find that out before they pulled me from the only peace I have ever known!”
He backed away from her, his hands coming up to run through his blond hair. “What has happened?” He looked up the stairs again, and Willow again retreated. “Why did they call me?”
Buffy moved into the living room and collapsed into a chair. “They only called you because they didn’t know any better. If they knew what you would do, they would have left it alone.” Edward just chuckled and came to sit next to her. “I’ve never explained you to them.”
Edward just grinned at her as she peeked up at him. “So who do I have to take care of? Who hurt you to the point that your friends felt the need to threaten you with my presence.”
Buffy just sighed and looked down again. “You’ll hate me.” She whispered it.
“I won’t hate you,” he stated it with such finality that she almost believed him. “Did Angel come back?” She wasn’t touching him, but she still felt the tension in his body.
She laughed without humor, “No, if only I had.”
Edward just shook his head, “Just spit it out!”
“They ripped me out of heaven and I couldn’t feel anything!” she yelled it at him. “I couldn’t feel anything but pain!” She stood and walked away from him, wrapping her arms around herself again. He didn’t get up and follow her. She was glad, she couldn’t say this if he touched her. “So I went for the pain. I went to the only person that could cause me any pain at all!” She reached up and touched the frame of her mother’s picture on the mantel. “I want to say that if Mom had been here I wouldn’t have slept with Spike. That I wouldn’t have believed him that I was dark and evil and that’s why he could abuse me. But I know why. I did it because I couldn’t feel anything else. It was the only thing I knew. Not even slaying helped any more.”
She felt him behind her then. His hands on her shoulders pulling her back against him as he stared at Joyce’s picture. “There’s no blame dear. I’d rather you hadn’t done it, but I don’t hate you.” His fingers tightened on her shoulders, “I’ll take care of your nuisance but I’m not stopping there.”
Buffy tensed under him, “What do you mean?”
“He lied to you,” Edward whispered it. “You’re not dark, you’re different. You’re light. I left your mother so that I wouldn’t darken your life, but now,” he turned her and stared down at her, “now is the time for me to step in and help you.”
She jerked herself away from him, “I’m not a child any longer!”
Edward snorted. “You never were a child. I remember you when I would visit. You weren’t a child then. You had an innocence that is smothered right now, but you were a Slayer even then.”
Buffy’s eyes widened. “You knew!”
Edward smirked, “Of course I knew. Stupid council trying to snatch my baby girl.” He touched her cheek then, lightly brushing the bruise. “They paid for every attempt until they stopped.” He grinned down at her, and Buffy saw the real Edward finally, the man that the demon population called Death. “So tell me what happened to bring all this to your friends’ attention?”
She stared at him in shock as he walked back to the couch. He’d dismissed it all. He hadn’t been disgusted with her. She was shaking now, trying to get her brain to function. “No, it’s not important.” She whispered it and turned away from him, her arms again around her waist trying to hold herself together.
“That’s not true,” Willow whispered it from the entrance to the living room.
Edward finally looked at her with something other than an expression to make her leave. “Tell me.”
Willow took a small step into the living room, but stopped when Buffy turned away from her. “Buffy, you have to tell him.”
Buffy snorted. “I already did. I told him why, that’s all that matters.”
Willow shook her head, “No, what if he tries again?”
Edward stood then, “Tries what?!”
Willow shrank back but didn’t leave. “He tried to force her.” It was a whisper, but Buffy felt like it had been shouted.
Buffy heard the deep breath that Edward took before he asked the final questions, “That’s why she is still bruised?” Willow nodded. “How bad was it?”
“It happened two days ago and she still has marks from it,” Willow was still speaking so softly. “She’s usually healed by now.”
“Has he returned?”
Willow nodded. “He comes to the house every night,” Willow grinned now, somewhat proud of herself, “But I did the revocation spell. He can’t enter without a new invite.”
Edward looked at Buffy again. “What about patrol?” He walked towards her now, intending on forcing her to look at him. “Does he follow you on patrol?”
Willow quietly crept away again. She’d done all she could, hopefully Edward could do the rest.
“He tries,” Buffy whispered. “He tries to follow me on patrol, but the gang won’t let him near me.” She shuddered, “But he still taunts me. He says all the things I’ve listened to before. I just want it all to be over.” The tears were in her voice again as he turned her and held her close.
“Shhhh, baby, shhhhh,” he whispered to her. “We’ll take care of it. Then we’ll take care of you. I know what needs to happen. Will you leave it all to me? Will you let me do this?”
She laughed again, the watery noise still without humor in it. “How do you know to ask instead of order?”
He chuckled then, “Because if someone tried to order me I’d kill them.”
She nodded her head against his shoulder, “Please, daddy, take care of it. I want it to be better.” She clung to him then, the tears finally flooding from her eyes and soaking his shirt, “Please, daddy, don’t go, don’t hate me, don’t...”
“Shhhh, baby girl, just hush now, Daddy’s here and we’ll take care of all the monsters. Then we’ll take care of you, my bright little girl.”TBC...* * * * *
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Maybe a little out of character for Edward, probably a lot out of character. That’s the problem I’m having, I see them as kindred souls more than enemies. But I’m working through it, so just please be patient and I’ll have an update for Her Vacation as soon as everything gets smoothed out.
This has not been through a beta, so if there are typos and weird sentences, please let me know. If you don’t like it, I guess you can let me know that too. If you like it though, definitely let me know.