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Theres gonna be angst guys, wouldnt be Spuffy without it yeah? But it is Spuffy and i do like happy endings :)

Buffy glanced at her watch, only 15 minutes left to her last shift ever and then sweet, Californian freedom at the beach with her and her friends. She sighed, even 15 minutes was just too much right now. Times where tough, she’d lost her mother last summer to an aneurism and just 2 weeks ago her father had passed away in Mexico while on a trip with Bambi or Candy, she never could remember the names of the woman he wound up with. While she felt the loss of having no parents she did not however mourn him. He had never once been there for her or her mother, the only thing he’d left behind was foul memories and a larger than life inheritance. She was grateful for that at least, things had been tough. She’d quit school when her mother had fallen ill and got a job at the local supermarket trying to make ends meet. God, she hated it here.

“Hey sunshine, you gonna bloody ring this up or what?” came an extremely annoyed accented voice.

She raised her brow and looked down, hiding her smile at the box of tampons.

“Sure thing sir” she said with a bright faux smile. “Anything else?”

“If id wanted anything else don’t you think id have put it in front of you genius?”

“I just thought you might need some midol sir, my mistake.”

“Why the fuck would I need midol?”

“Well, for your pms of course sir. May I recommend the extra strength?”

“You little bitch” the stranger seethed.

Buffy smiled a real smile this time and looked at him. Christ, he was hot, but that whole attitude thing took away from him immensely. Long black leather coat, chipped black nail polish, white blond hair slicked back, defined cheekbones, lean build and eyes as blue as the ocean...but oceans held many dark things.

“Tsk, such language, that’ll be 4.59$ please”

He threw a 5$ bill at her and stormed towards the automatic doors, turning around only to say
“didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”

Buffy’s face went blank, “my mothers dead sir, have yourself a wonderful night.” At that she grabbed her cash and headed to the back room to count it for the last time, a small smile graced her lips, things were gonna be okay from here on out. When she was done she walked up to her manager and hugged her tightly, “Still friends Anya?”

The girl laughed, “Of course silly, I live down the street from you. Even if you weren’t quitting I’d still have to see you anyway.”

Buffy laughed, Anya certainly had a way with words.

As she stepped into the afternoon sun and took a deep breath she heard a commotion coming from the far end of the parking lot. She decided to go and check it out, fights were bad for business and if Anya suspected someone was stopping her money...um, clients, from coming in shed have a heart attack.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, but would you guys mind taking this somewhere else?” she asked politely.

Two faces spun to glare at her, one belonging to the man she’d just pissed off not twenty minutes ago and the other to a small framed woman of questionable taste. She wore a gown that looked like it should only be rented for Halloween purposes, her skin seemed to have no color whatsoever but what irked Buffy was her eyes. She looked like a madwoman.

“Bugger off sunshine, s’just a lovers spat.”

Buffy barely acknowledged him, instead her gaze seemed riveted to the woman who was now dancing her way over slowly.

“She burns us, it hurts my eyes”

Buffy gaped and looked at the blond man, “Is she ok?”

He lit a smoke and didn’t answer, Dru had been slipping away from him for some time. If he opened his mouth to speak to this beautiful, though fucken’ annoying stranger, he wasn’t sure if he could keep the pain out of his voice.

Dru kept getting closer and still Buffy just stood there as if hypnotized. Dru spat at Buffy like an angry cat and raised two fingers. Spikes eyes bulged, “Dru NO” he ordered, but she ignored him and slashed at the blond girls face, drawing blood.

Before he could do anything the blonde pulled back and decked her attacker, sending the girl sprawling on her ass. Spike took a step towards her and Buffy backed away.

“Easy sunshine, not gonna hurt you, just wanna take a look at your face, yeah?”

“I’m sure I’m fine”

“Doesn’t look like that from here, I won’t touch, I swear.”

Buffy nodded her approval and he leaned in, then sucked in a breath. “Think we need to get you to a hospital goldy-locks.”

Buffy frowned and touched her swollen cheek, noticing for the first time it was bleeding. She sighed, “I probably need a rabies shot.”

And then he did something not one out of the three had expected, and began to laugh.

Dru stood on shaky legs and glared at Spike. “She’s already burned you to a crisp my dark prince, you’re heart sizzles.”

Spike looked at Dru and sighed, “I’m sorry Dru, truly I am. But this has gone far enough.” He took out his wallet and handed her several bills, “Take the bus back to LA and get your shit the fuck out of my house.”

Dru snatched the money from his hands and looked at Buffy, giving a cat like hiss. “This isn’t over, you’ve upset Miss Edith now you have!”

Spike took Buffy gently by the arm and led her to his car, “Let’s go get you fixed up yeah?”

Buffy nodded and climbed into the passenger seat of his Desoto. He turned to look at her, “My name’s Spike” he said and offered his hand. She took it and gave a small smile. “Buffy.”

“Buffy”, he repeated, liking the sound of it. “Sorry for the first impression I gave you pet, as you can see, going through a rough spell right now.”

She laughed, “really? But you two looked so happy.” she answered with an eye roll.

“Looks can be deceiving, for example, where’d you learn to punch like that?” he asked and started the engine.

“I dabble in martial arts and some boxing.”

He raised his eyebrow and smirked at her. “ Interesting bird.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, do you know how to get to the hospital?”

“Sure thing, I grew up here after all” he answered as he peeled out of the parking lot.

The ride to the hospital was short and silent, except for the horrible music he was blaring. It took all of Buffy’s will power to not cover her ears in disdain.

The wait was short and Buffy got seen to quickly, in and out in 45 minutes. When she walked out of the room Spike noticed she had a few stitches and winced, poor girl. Dru’s nails were as sharp as razors and ten times as dangerous, he’d been on the receiving end of them more than a few times.

“All ready then pet?”

She smiled, “Yup, just gotta pick up some antibiotics in case the psycho gave me anything.”

He smiled, “I’ll go start the car then.”

He was just leaving through the double doors when he heard over the intercom, “Elizabeth Summers to pick up, Elizabeth Summers to pick up.”

His heart skipped a beat. No fucken’ way. He turned slowly, eyes scanning the crowd waiting to see the girl who responded to that name, waiting to see the first girl he’d ever loved pick up her pills, but only Buffy approached the counter. His eyes misted over, how had he not recognized this girl? How had he not felt that it was her?

Buffy walked through the double doors casually swinging her tiny med’s bag and was thrown against the side of the building roughly. Before her mind could register the fact the she should scream warm, full lips we’re pressed against hers. She looked at the attacker and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Spike. But the relief was short lived when she felt his tongue began to snake out and taste her mouth and she pushed against him, sending him stumbling back.

“What the fuck was that?” she spat out and wiped at her mouth. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” she demanded. He stood there silently searching her face for any sign of recognition and found none. He sighed and took a step back, lighting a smoke and inhaling deeply.

“I’m an old friend kitten.”

She narrowed her eyes, “old friend as in ‘hey I’ve been watching you from your window at night for the past three months now or ...”

She was cut off by him raising his hand to shut her up,

“No, old friend as in we used to play house in your backyard. Old as in we where married by Mr Minister you’re stuffed monkey, old friend as in...”

This time she cut him off with her whispered, “William?”

He nodded his head and smiled reaching out to pull her close. What he got was a face full of fist.

So...whaddya think? ill post as soon as i can
(good to be back)

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