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SUMMARY: Buffy is forced into a prophecy involving Spike. Can they both survive it?
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DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Spike, and co. don't belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This version has been toned down from it's original NC-17 version for the purpose of posting it on this site. However, it still uses bad language and mature subjects and so is rated PG-15, please read at your own discretion.
"Where are you going, luv?" Spike asked the little girl as she ran off ahead of him. She shrieked in laughter as he caught up, swinging her into his arms and nuzzling her stomach.
"Stop it, daddy, that tickles," she said, laughing as he put her on the ground. She took his larger hand in her tiny one, and they continued to walk to their destination.
The tree loomed larger than life in the clearing, its branches full and green. The sunlight trickled through the leaves, lighting up the small area in front of its massive, hollow trunk. "This is where I was born," the little girl said, pointing to the spot with her small fingers.
"Yes, pet, it was," Spike said. He crouched down next to her, sadness and love in his blue eyes.
"And this is where my mommy died," she said. Spike nodded, unable to speak. "I wish I got to meet her. What did she look like?"
"Like you, pumpkin. Full of life and laughter," he answered. "And she was so strong…" He ran his hand over the soft, green grass where he last held her in his arms. The only time he ever got to tell her he loved her. "I loved her more than anything."
"Like the fish love the water?" his daughter asked, starting the game they made up.
"Like the birds love to fly," Spike said.
"Like the polarbears love the cold," she said as he stood and led them out of the clearing.
"Like the sun loves the moon…and like I love you."
