Spuffy

INT. SMALL HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Buffy lies on the stranger's bed, atop the unmade sheets. The only light is moonlight coming in the window. Next to her is the shotgun.
KNOCK, KNOCK. Someone at the front door. Buffy doesn't react.
Another KNOCK. Then the SOUND of the door CREAKING open...
And FOOTSTEPS approaching. The footsteps stop.







A VOICE (O.S.)
There you are.
Slowly, Buffy turns and sees, in the doorway: Spike. She looks at him blankly. As he strides in, full of energy.







SPIKE
Do you realize I could just walk in
here, no invite needed? This town
really is theirs now, isn't it?
He and Buffy exchange a look:







SPIKE (cont'd)
I heard. I was over there. That
bitch.
Buffy shakes her head. But Spike continues.







SPIKE (cont'd)
She's all smiles and reformation when
you're on your feet; minute you're
down? She's all about the kicking,
isn't that right? Makes me want to--

BUFFY (tired)
It wasn't just Faith. It was all of
them and it's not like they were all
wrong. Now, please... leave.

Spike doesn't budge; he's excited by his news.







SPIKE
No, this'll change your tune. I came
here 'cause I got somethin' to tell
you: You're right. You've been
right since the beginning.
He looks at her triumphantly. Buffy looks back, blankly.







SPIKE (cont'd)
Caleb is protecting something from
you. And I think you were spot on
all the way; I think it's at the
vineyard.
He looks at her expectantly.







SPIKE (cont'd)
So?
(waiting for reaction)
You were right. Buffy.
Buffy shakes her head.







BUFFY
I don't feel very right. They blame
me for stuff, and honestly? I can't
say they're wrong.
Spike crouches down by the bed.







SPIKE
You're not foolin' me.

BUFFY
What do you even mean?

SPIKE
You're not a quitter.

BUFFY
(defeated)
Oh... watch me.

SPIKE
Buffy, no. You were their leader and
you still are. This isn't something
that you gave up; it's something that
they took.

BUFFY
And the difference is?

SPIKE
We can take it back.

INT. SMALL HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Buffy sits on the bed. Spike stands before her, incredulous.







SPIKE
"No"?

BUFFY
No.

SPIKE
You mean no as in, eventually?

BUFFY
You really have trouble with that
word, don't you?

SPIKE
I don't understand. I don't
understand you one bit.

BUFFY
I've actually been aware of that for
some time.

SPIKE
You can get them back.

BUFFY
Can, maybe. Should? I don't know
I'm so tired...

SPIKE
They need you!

BUFFY
(what she wants to
hear...)
Well, I --

SPIKE
It's bloody chaos over there without
you!

BUFFY
It is?

SPIKE
Yeah yeah, it's, uh --

BUFFY
How do you mean?

SPIKE
There's... junk, food cartons,
sleeping bags not rolled up...
everyone's very scared and uh,
unkempt...

BUFFY
Sounds dire.

SPIKE
Look, I didn't see a lot. I came,
hit Faith a bunch of times and left.

BUFFY
(slight perk)
Really?
(covering)
I mean, I'm not glad of that...

SPIKE
Say the word and she's a footnote in
history. I'll make it look like a
painful accident...

BUFFY
That's my problem. I say the word,
some girl dies. Every time.

SPIKE
There's always casualties in a war.

BUFFY
Casualties... it sounds so casual.
These are girls. That I got killed.

She looks at him.







BUFFY (cont'd)
I've been thinking a lot.

SPIKE
Okay, first mistake --

BUFFY
And I can't fault them for kicking me
out. I've been... I've just cut
myself off from them, all of them.
'Cause I knew I was gonna lose some
of them, and I didn't want to...

She stands, upset.







BUFFY (cont'd)
You know what? I'm still making
excuses. I've always cut myself off,
I've always... Being the slayer made
me different, but it's my fault I
stayed that way. People try to
connect to me but I just... I slip
away.
A beat.







BUFFY (cont'd)
You should know. SPIKE
I seem to recall a certain amount of
connecting.

BUFFY
Please, Spike. We never got close.
That's why you wanted me -- 'cause I
was unattainable.

Now he stands.







SPIKE
You think that's all it was?

BUFFY
I don't want to go over the --

SPIKE
No. Hold on here, I've hummed along
to your pity ditty, I think I should
have the mic for a bit.

She drops down onto the bed, looking wearily up at him.







BUFFY
Fine. The stage is yours. Cheer me up. SPIKE
You're insufferable.

BUFFY
Thank you. That helped.

SPIKE
I'm not trying to cheer you up!

BUFFY
Well what are you trying to say?

SPIKE
I don't know! I'll know when I'm
done saying it. Something pissed me
off and I just... Unattainable!
That's it!

BUFFY
Okay, I'm attainable. I'm an
attainathon. Can I sleep now?

SPIKE
(quietly)
You listen to me. I've been alive a
bit longer than you, and dead a lot
longer than that. I've seen things
you couldn't imagine, and done things
I'd prefer you didn't. I don't
exactly have a reputation for being
a thinker; I follow my blood, which
does not always rush in the direction
of my head. So I've made a lot of
mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody
calls.
(squatting before her)
A hundred plus years, only one thing
I've ever been sure of. You.
He moves to touch her face. Misinterpreting, she turns away, but he puts his hand to her cheek, urges her to...







SPIKE (cont'd)
Look at me. I'm not asking you for
anything. When I tell you that I
love you, it's not because I want
you, or 'cause I can't have you -- it
has nothing to do with me. I love
what you are, what you do, how you
try... I've seen your strength, and
your kindness, I've seen the best and
the worst of you and I understand
with perfect clarity exactly what you
are. You are a hell of a woman.
She is silently crying. He can only smile at her kindly, containing his own emotions.







SPIKE (cont'd)
You're the one, Buffy. BUFFY
(quietly)
I don't... I don't want to be the one.

SPIKE
I don't want to be this good-looking
and athletic. We all have crosses to
bear.

She smiles a little.







SPIKE (cont'd)
Now you get some rest.
He stands, heads out.







SPIKE (cont'd)
I'll check in before first light, you
can decide how you want --

BUFFY
Spike?

Her voice is very quiet. He turns.







BUFFY (cont'd)
Could you... stay here?
A beat.







SPIKE
Sure.
He peels off his coat as he moves to an armchair, starts throwing clothes off it.







SPIKE (cont'd)
That diabolical torture device the
Comfy Chair. Do me fine --

BUFFY
No. I mean... here.
(looking down)
Would you just... hold me?

They look at each other. No more words. After a moment he comes slowly to her and they lie together, wrapped in each others' arms, her head on his chest.



[Mi serie favorita LEJOS. Creo que nunca podría sentirme tan identificada con tantos sentimientos... Buffy es tan.. tan.. ♥. La adoro. Y Spike es tan lindo ( ** ). Ya estoy bajando las temporadas que me faltaban y voy a verlas de nuevo :3 La extraño demasiado ;__; ]