Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's a ficlet.just read
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion
Feedback: Please
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: Through season 7 of BTVS
Notes: Angel never gained the law firm. He still has his hotel. Cordelia, Wes, Fred, and Gunn work with him. There is no Connor. Spike came back through the amulet, which no one knows where it came from. He was NEVER a ghost!!, character's thoughts ''
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Spike felt when Willow fell asleep in his arms due to exhaustion. He continued to rock her, whispering soothing words as he let his mind wander. 'Chit missed me. She missed me and now that I'm back, I can't imagine my life without her.' Kissing her on the forehead, he layed her on the bed gently, being careful not to wake her. Leaving the room, he made his way downstairs.
The second he reached downstairs, he saw Angel. "Angel, we need to talk."
"Not now."
"Angelus," he growled. "Get in your bloody office now!"
Angel was a bit shocked at his grand-childe's outburst and tone with him. Defiance he expected, but this was something else. Closing the door, he turned around. "I'm your elder. Remember? What do you want?"
"This fighting thing between us calms down now!"
"Flipping a switch are you?"
"Do you even know what goes on in your own hotel?"
"I know everything."
"That right? Did you know she was gonna leave?"
"She who?"
"Willow," Spike growled. "I lost her once. I cared about the girl."
"You were in love with Buffy."
"I was delusional. She was bloody well gonna leave because she thinks our fighting has to do with her."
"It has nothing to do with her."
"I told her that."
"I'll just go talk."
"She's asleep. She needs sleep, Angel."
"What? No Angelus? Peaches?"
"I care about the girl."
"Right. Sure you do, Spike," he told him dryly. "You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?"
"Believe whatever the hell you want. You better listen to me though. I told her if she wanted, I'd calm down our fighting."
"Yeah. That's gonna happen."
"If she leaves because of our fighting.if she leaves because you don't know when to shut your bloody mouth.I will hurt you. I'll make Angelus look like a bloody saint." Without another word, Spike stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind him.
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Spike climbed the stairs to Willow's room and stepped inside. He cared about her, there was no doubting that. He just didn't want to get hurt again. Kicking off his boots, he climbed into the bed with Willow, wrapping his arms around her.
Willow felt Spike's arms go around her and she turned to face him. "Where did you go?" she whispered.
"You're supposed to be asleep."
"Couldn't sleep. Where did you go?"
"Had myself a bit of a friendly talk with Angel."
"Are you gonna tell me how it went?"
"No."
"No? Why no?"
Spike stared into her eyes and decided she deserved the truth. "I'm afraid you'll try to leave again. I don't want you to go away."
The End