Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Character/Pairing: Spike/Buffy, past Angel/Buffy, one-sided Angel/Spike
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words: Day 11:
Word Count: 464
Date Written: 13 August 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
The years seem to slip away as he holds her in his arms again. As their bodies sway slowly in tune together, his cheek pressing gently against her forehead, Angel remembers another time and another dance just as sad as this one. He thought he would never get to dance with her again, or kiss her again, after that night. He had known he had to let her go for it was the best thing for her, and once more tonight, he knows he has to let her go.
But tonight, he isn’t just losing Buffy. It also isn’t simply that he’s losing her to the man he had once considered his greatest rival, and who always has been when it comes to the Slayer Angel once loved and that Spike now loves. He’s seen them together, watched them from afar without their being aware of his presence and also up close. He understands that they share a bond he’d once thought he would be the only one to have with Buffy, a bond he will not break.
Still, he treasures this moments as he dances her slowly across the floor. This dance is his right in more ways than one. He’s the closest thing Spike has left to a father, but he’s not just letting his son go. He’s letting go of two people he once loved. He’s letting go of two people who, in all his long, long, suffering years, have meant more to him than perhaps anybody else he’s ever known.
But, he reminds himself, having seen them together, they are happy together. They bring each other what he could never bring either of them. He swallows hard, forcing down the lump rising in his throat. They make each other happy and love each other as they should, as he should have once loved and cared for them. They give one another what he always wanted to be able to give them but never could; it’s perfectly right that they should be together.
He senses, rather than sees, Spike’s approach. He smells his anger rising and knows he’s trying to figure out how to pry Buffy from Angel’s arms without making a scene. This is their wedding day, and Angel will no more make a scene on their day than he will try to keep them apart any longer. Lifting his head from Buffy’s, he turns, with her still in his arms, and smiles at Spike.
“Keep each other happy,” he murmurs softly where only they can hear and spins her one last time -- straight into his childe’s reaching arms.
Spike wraps Buffy tightly in his arms and glares at Angel over her blonde head. “I will,” he almost growls, but Angel just nods, turns away, and melts into the night.