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Chapter 1 – Coming Home Baby

“Shunnydale! Home shweet bloody home!” Spike said to himself, chuckling lightly after driving over the “Welcome to Sunnydale, Indiana” sign for the first time. He stumbled out of Angel’s prized Viper, holding a bottle of whiskey in his left hand. He stumbled down a dark road, sniffing the air for the slayer’s scent. “Shlayerr? Where are you?” he slurred. Turning down a road, he smiled, picking up her scent; he set off in a jog down Revello Drive. “Shunnydale Indiana! Home of the second Hellmouthh,” he slurred. “Nopesh not tis one. Nuh-uh. Nopesh. Sorry! But I’m looking for ter shlayerr!” He began to laugh giddily as he walked down the street before stopping in front of her house. Coming to his senses, he dropped the bottle, letting it break into a thousand pieces as it hit the hard concrete ground, spilling its little continents. He smiled and quickly jogged up to the door and proceeded to bang on it. “Come on slayer!” he said, his vampire healing quickly taking effect. “Open up and invite me in! Daddy’s home!”


Dawn’s head snapped towards the door. The banging proceeded to get louder and louder while she could hear his voice calling for her sister. “This must be a dream. Ow!” she squeaked after pinching herself. “Ok, not a dream.” Getting up, she opened the door to find Spike on his knees, banging the invisible force that kept him out. “Spike?” Spike stopped banging and looked up at her, his face breaking out into a goofy grin.
“Nib lit! Dawn! Dawnie! Lil’ Bit!” Spike said enthusiastically as Dawn ushered him inside. She smiled looking up at him.
“Wait till Buffy sees you!” Spike smiled even wider, his cheekbones becoming more pronounced. He pulled into a hug before swinging her around.
“I’ve missed you and your big sis a lot you know.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he said, smiling before clamping his hand over his aching forehead.
“What’s wrong?” Dawn asked worriedly.
“Nothing nib lit. Just a bit of a hangover. Nothing old Spike here can’t handle. Thank God for vampire quick healing powers.” Dawn laughed, pulling Spike over to sit with him on the couch.
“So, how long have you been, um, not so dead?” Spike chuckled.
“Well, you remember Peaches right?”



Buffy tiredly opened the door to her new home in Sunnydale Indiana, annoyed to find someone had been drinking on her front lawn. She was already mad that her new boots had been ruined by the Fayrl demon that attacked her during patrol. “Another day as the slayer,” she sighed. Looking towards the living room, she heard the TV going. “Dawn! You supposed to be in bed!” she said, glancing at her watch. She walked into the room to find Dawn fast asleep and a man with bleached blond hair cradling her in his arms as if she was just a child.
“Quiet Slayer or you’ll wake the nib lit.” Buffy clasped her hand over her mouth, tears springing to her eyes as she heard his thick English accent ring through her ears. It had been so long. He looked up at her and smiled. Buffy smiled back at him as he slowly picked Dawn up and walked over to her, carrying Dawn as if she only weighed a feather.
“William,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. He smiled.
“Come on love. Let’s put her to bed and then we can talk ok?” Buffy nodded and both carried the younger Summers woman up the stairs to her bedroom.


“When did you get back?” Buffy asked. She held her head down, not wanting to look him in the eye and show him how much she had missed him. She wouldn’t do that. She had to be strong, show him that even though he was back, she wasn’t going be with him, ever. But she knew he knew. Knew in the pit of her heart that he would always know what she was feeling, what she was thinking.
“About two months ago.”
“Why didn’t you call or write?” she asked, her voice cracking. She knew by just asking that, he would think he would have a chance. But he does, said a little voice in her head.
“I was a ghost Buffy. I couldn’t pick up anything until about two weeks ago and even then I couldn’t call or write. I couldn’t get to you either, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t leave the bloody place and I was stuck haunting peaches and-“
“Angel knew you were alive?” she said, cutting him off. Spike looked at her to find tears crawling down her cheeks. She was looking at him. “And he didn’t tell me?”
“I guess not. Sorry love, but remember? Peaches and I hate each other.” Buffy nodded. Spike sighed, crossing the room and sitting next to her on her bed. “You ok love?” She nodded yet again, wiping the tears away. “Tired?”
“Yup and pissed. And annoyed. And many things.” Spike chuckled. “Why are you laughing?”
“Just good to see that you haven’t changed one bit. Why don’t you go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, he stood to leave.
“Where are you going?” she asked, confused.
“Downstairs. Watch some telly, let you get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning ok? And I’ll help with breakfast,” he said smiling.
“You don’t have to go,” Buffy said shyly. Spike looked at her, eyebrows creased.
“Are you sure?” Buffy nodded, a small smiled upon her lips. She stood and took off her clothes. Spike shrugged, stripping of his duster, t-shirt, belt, socks, and boots. Buffy had already changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Spike hesitated for a second before climbing in with her. When he found a comfortable position, Buffy scooted over to his cold body, wrapping her arm around his waist as she rested her head against his chest.
“’Night William,” she whispered before falling into her dreamland.
“Goodnight Buffy.”


Buffy smiled as she breathed in the sent of whiskey and cigarette. She could feel his finger trace circles on the back of her neck. She opened her eyes, smiling happily as she looked up at Spike who kept his eyes closed. Poking him gently, his lips turned into a smile and his hands gripped at her waist. Soon, Buffy found herself on top, straddling him. His eyes opened. “How’d you get up there slayer?” She smiled, hitting him playfully on his chest. “Well?”
“Umm… you put me here?” Spike smiled, pulling her down, letting his lips graze over hers lightly. She parted her lips slightly, letting his tongue slip into her warm and wet mouth. “Mmmm.” She pulled away slightly, lying back on top of him. “Morning.”
“You too. What time is it?”
“Ten thirty. Its summer and weekend. No work. Yippee.” Spike chuckled softly. She smiled, rubbing her head against his bare chest.
“Buffy! Buffy wake up!” Buffy rolled her eyes and slowly pushed herself off Spike who watched her contently. Buffy pulled on her robe and walked over to the door, opening it slightly. There stood Dawn, hands on hips.
“Yes Dawn?”
“Buffy? Where’s Spike? You didn’t kick him out did you? Cos that would’ve been wrong. Especially when all you’ve done is cry over him and-“
“Dawn!” Buffy looked back to find Spike standing right behind her, smiling his cocky smile.
“Cryin’ over me hmm?” Dawn’s eyes widened.
“You guys didn’t? Not when I was in the next room! Eww! Eww!” Spike chuckled lightly.
“No nib lit. Your sis wouldn’t have it. If I had my way, we’d still be at it.” Buffy glared at him, hitting him on his chest. “Ow, I was only joking.” Buffy rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Spike and Dawn shared a look, Dawn shrugging her shoulders before running off to her older sister. Spike sighed, grabbing his shirt and fallowing them down the stairs. “Bloody women.”




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