Days in the Sun
Inside the blue mini-van, Spike was fuming. He had cracked down the tinted window just a little bit, and he could see Buffy, standing by herself in front of the grave. The Watcher, the Witches, the Demon girl and the Whelp were around, evidently, but all were a step behind her, not giving her the support he knew she needed. Of course, because of the bloody sun, he was even farther away, confined to the security of the car, their two children asleep in the back seats.
She seemed so frail, so fragile. From where he was, he could see she was staring at the coffin, probably paying no attention whatsoever to the minister’s words. He was grateful to Joyce for arranging all of it beforehand, he didn’t think Buffy would have been able to take care of all the details. A week ago only, his lady was radiant, announcing to her mother that her third grandchild was on the way. Five days later, Joyce was dead.
By the small movements that shook her body, Spike could see that she was now crying. His whole being ached to just join her and hold her, and he had to remind himself forcefully that he would be of no use to her as a pile of ashes.
A little noise made him turn to the back seat.
“Daddy, where is mommy?”
His face softened as he looked upon his little girl, her eyes blinking sleep away.
“She is still out there, baby. Saying goodbye to grandma.”
“Where did grandma go?”
“We talked about it, remember? Grandma went to Heaven where she can watch over all of us.”
The almost six-years old nodded gravely.
Spike glanced back to Buffy, still alone among her friends.
“Nibblet, do you want to go with mommy? I think she would like very much someone to hold her hand.”
He unstrapped the security belt of the child and opened the door for her.
“Tell mommy we love her, ok baby?”
He watched through the crack of the window as the little girl ran to Buffy, grabbing her fingers with her little hands. He saw the mother look down to her child before taking her in her arms. Finally his Slayer looked toward the car, and he guessed a smile on her lips. Leaning back in his seat, knowing that Buffy would be ok now, he allowed himself to mourn.
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