A short story by Mrs Tigger...All the characters belong to Joss Whedon and Fox...I'm just borrowing them....
I don't how or why I came to write this..I did it in about 3 hours..It just flowed and I couldn't stop it...not beta'd so I take full credit for any spelling mistakes

I Miss You

I sit here by your grave, weeping buckets of salt over your demise.

The rain is falling, it hides my tears.

Couldn't save you. I was too late. Too stunned to think, I started to drink to hide my pain.

You didn't care what I was, didn't care what I had done.

"All in the past." You said.

You took me in. she hated me of course. "How can you feel for him and not me" She said.

Couldn't understand what we had.

I miss you.

We had our Passions and would talk into the small hours of many things over hot chocolate and marshmallows.

Other times, I would read my poetry, such as it was, but you never laughed or critized, but encouraged and praised.

You saw the side of me others never did and I loved you for it.

SHE hated that even more.

I was the big bad, you the gentle soul. You were also strong and I respected that.

Told me off for smoking in the house. Do you remember that?

We would sit on the porch. I would talk of my travels....You would watch the stars, listening and marveling at immortality.

I would smile and stroke your hair and kiss the top of your head....So innocent but worldly wise too..

When we were alone I was William and you were mum and Dawnie was lil' sis.

Dawnie's here with me now, we're holding hands over you. Can you feel us?. We look into each others eyes.

Two lost entities bought together and loved by you in our own seperate ways.

Of course when she and they were around it was Joyce and spike and Lil' Bit..all formal like.

You would catch my eye or touch my hand as you went by, a hint of wickedness would play along your lips.

At our little secret game.

I miss you so much.

We moved out Lil' sis and I, after you went. No reason to stay.

Left her to her bitterness and contempt.

SHE reported us to the authorities.

HE came and gave me a beating, had to take it though. Couldn't, no wouldn't fight back.

Needed you to be proud of me, like the son you always told me you wanted.

I've been assessed and given the all clear. It's as if they knew...Did you do this? It would be so like you.

Practical to the last. But I wish you would have told me. I tried to comfort her but she pushed me aside.

Blamed me for taking you both away from her. I know you tried to reach out to her tell her that you understood.

That you loved her as you loved us all the same, no matter that she was what she was...and we were what we were.

She finds me sometimes when I'm out at night, blinded by her anger and sorrow, she takes it out on me.

Then she see's my bloody face, I hold out my hand to her but she runs away.

I'm now our Dawnie's legal guardian, sounds strange to be that. But I did for you...to pay you back for loving me true.

I try to be strict but it doesn't always work....We have pillow fights and eat pizza and talk of you. We sit quiet and remember.

You know what? My demon loved you too.

I would give anything to bring you back..and I know it can be done, but it wouldn't be you. not mum, not Joyce.

Just a thing with staring eyes and no voice...So I'll leave you where you are because I know.

You'll always be with with me in this cold dead heart of mine.

We have to go now cos the sun's coming up but I'll be back tomorrow usual time.