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Spike was laying sprawled out on Buffy’s bed, his eyes focused on a picture of her and Dawn on the desk across the room from him. Buffy had gone to the school to pick the girl up and Willow had all but baracaded herself in the spare room, more than likey blubbering like a baby. Him? He was dead tired, excuse the pun. It was a feeling he had grown accustomed too, though, seeing as he had come to dread sleep as much as he dreaded sunlight.

“Bullocks..” He muttered, focusing on his own voice to keep awake. If he was awake he could easily ward off those pesky memories, but that task was greatly amplified when he was asleep. He groaned as he fought to keep his eyelids open and a yawn escaped his throat. “Bloody hell…” He muttered, running his hands over his face. He was given a painful reminder of the wound on his head as he roughly ran his hand over it. “Ah, hell!!” He grimaced and sat up, his eyes searching around the room. They darted to the hallway when he heard the front door open downstairs.

“Just try and keep out of her way, okay? It’s been a long day.” Buffy chided her sister as she pulled her key from the door.

“Why, what happened?” Dawn asked curiously, wondering why the redhead was staying with them once again. “Is she okay?”

Buffy opened her mouth, ready to tell Dawn that she didn’t need to worry about it, but decided against the secretive way of putting things. “Xander said some things, that’s all.”

“About Spike?” Dawn asked seriously, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Yeah, about Spike…” Buffy answered honestly, staring past her sister at the vampire standing at the top of the stairs. Her eyes were sympathetic, but she managed to give him a small smile before turning back to Dawn. “You have any homework?”

“Math.” She shrugged.

“Go get it done.”

“What for? I have all night.” Dawn began to argue.

“Cause we’re not going to be here tonight. We’re gonna go do something.” She turned her gaze back to Spike once more as the vampire made his way down the steps. “All of us.”

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“Willow?” Dawn knocked lightly on the door to the girl’s room, almost afraid to go in. She hated seeing Willow all depressed and mopey, it scared her. She gave the redhead a small smile as she pushed the door open. “Hey, me, Spike, and Buffy are goin’ to see a movie. Wanna come with?”

“No thanks, Dawnie…’ Willow mumbled absently, barely acknowledging the girl.

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s about these kids and they…”

“Nah, you go have fun…” Willow muttered, giving Dawn a small smile. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” Dawn asked, a hopeful ring in her voice. Willow nodded. “Okay…” Dawn shrugged. “I guess I’ll see you later…” She backed out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

“She coming?” Buffy asked as the teen descended the stairs. Spike stood beside her, shrugging into his coat.

“Nah. She’s back to step one. You know, ‘Hide-and-cry’.” The teen explained.

“She’s that bad, huh?” Buffy asked, a bit disappointed.

“Yeah…” Dawn uttered, dropping her gaze to the floor.

“Dammit, Xander…” Buffy grumbled under her breath. Spike smirked at her choice of words. ‘Dammit’

“Suss up, she can’t keep herself cooped up forever.” He said, smirking. Both girls turned to look at him with unamused expressions. “What?”

“Maybe not forever, but she kept it up for three months last time.” Buffy said flatly.

“An’ what the hell do you think I was doing in Africa, vacationing?” He asked with a smirk.

“You were doing the hide-and-cry thing too?” Dawn asked sympathetically.

“I was not crying.” He protested, trying to save what remained of his dignity. Dawn was probably the only one out of the lot of them who still thought he was bad ass. Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at him. “…Okay, so maybe I cried. A little bit.” He glared at her and shuffled his feet. “And I wasn’t hidin’.”

“So what were you doing then, vacationing?” Dawn asked, grinning.

“Are you goin’ t’make me hurt you?” Spike asked playfully, giving Dawn a warning smirk.

“Ah, but you forget, I can kick your ass now.” She replied just as cockily.

“Dawn. Language.” Buffy scolded. She shook her head and pushed the girl towards the door. She smirked evily. “Besides, you could have kicked his ass before.”

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“’ey Nibblet, give me those red things.” Spike said rather loudly, reaching his hand across Buffy’s lap and over to Dawn. He was reclining in the uncomfortable theater seat, his feet propped up on the seat in front of him.

“Spike, shh. You’re being loud.” Buffy chided, giving him a stern look.

“Sorry princess.” He said, giving her his best I’m-a-five-year-old-who-just-dropped-my-cookie-in-the-mud-puppy-eyes. “Now, make with the candy, Bit.” Spike whispered. Loudly.

“The Twizzlers?”

“Yeah, them things.”

“You ate ‘em all already.”

“…Oh, I did, din’t I?”

Dawn nodded. “Oo, look. I still have the one I was drinking my pop with if you want it.” She grinned and pulled the red piece of candy from her drink, holding it up.

“Um…” Spike made a face. He could tell even in the dark from two seats away that the thing was gooey and unedible. “Nah, you keep it, I’ll go get another bag. You chits want anything?”

“More popcorn.” Dawn said without even thinking about it. Buffy and Spike both stared at her and the empty tub in front of her. The empty monster size tub.

“Right…” Spike muttered, shaking his head slightly. “What ‘bout you pet?” He asked, cocking his head to the side and looking at Buffy.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Suit youself.” He said, shrugging as he stood. “Be back in a bit.”

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“Can I help you?” The red haired, freckle faced boy at the counter asked a bit too cheerily.

Spike gave him a strange look. “Yeah, thing of Twizzlers and a large popcorn.”

“Would you like butter on that?” He asked, same dopey grin in place.

“Lots.” Spike said, reaching into his pocket for some money.

“Anything else?” The boy questioned, setting the bucket of corn down on the counter. Spike looked down at the Twizzlers in his hand for a moment.

“Yeah, better give me two of these.” He said, motioning to the candy.

The kid nodded and grabbed another bag of the candy. “That’ll be $12.25”

“For two bags of candy and a bucket of overcook vegetables?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Spike snorted and shook his head, tossing the money on the counter. Grabbing his candy and shoving it in his pocket, he made his way back into the theater.

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“You haven’t been to the movies in awhile, have you?” Buffy asked, grinning at the vampire as they exited the theater.

“What makes you say that?” He asked, not looking up as he opened his third bag of Twizzlers.

“Well, you were loud, you yelled at the screen, you thought the fact that they sold hot dogs was hilarious, and…”

“..the big giveaway.” Dawn added.

“You were actually surprised that they charged eight bucks a ticket.” Buffy finished.

“And three dollars for these silly things.” He said, pulling another piece of licorice from the bag.

“Spike, you’ve eaten three bags of ‘em.” Dawn said, trying to keep from laughing.

“And I got another one on my pocket, what’s it to you? Cost me twelve bloody dollars.” He said indignantly.

“You didn’t like the movie, did you?” Buffy asked, smirking.

“Not at all.” He answered, grinning as he munched on his candy.

“What’s with the Twizzlers anyway?” Dawn asked, eyeing the half empty bag he held.

He shrugged. “They’re nifty little things, have a weird taste to ‘em too. Plus, I thought it might be kinda fun to try that thing you do with ‘em with my blood.”

“Huh?” Dawn asked, giving him a strange look.

“You know, how you were drinkin’ your pop with ‘em?”

Buffy and Dawn both looked thoroughly disgusted. “Thank you, Spike. I’ll never touch another Twizzler again.” Buffy grumbled.

“More for me.”

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Willow’s eyes floated drearily to the door when the sound of laughter erupted downstairs. Buffy was home. She cold here Dawn giggling at Spike for some reason or another, and Buffy scolding them both to quiet down so they wouldn’t wake her up.

“Sorry pet.” Spike said sincerely, even though he was still grinning.

“Yeah, sorry Buff.” Dawn added.

“It’s alright.” She grinned and locked eyes with Spike. “I forgive you.” Dawn shrugged and headed off into the kitchen, intent on getting a drink before heading off to bed. Spike smiled slightly, looking down a bit. “I mean it.” Buffy said simply, taking a step towards him. “I forgive you.”

“Buffy, you don’t have to…” He began.

“Spike, for once just shutup and take what’s being handed to you.” She said playfully, taking his hands in hers. “I forgive you, for everything….and I’m sorry.” He gave her a questioning look, not fully understanding. “You know, for all those things I said. For all those, well, for beating the shit out of you.”

He smirked and shook his head. “I never blamed you for those things, luv, not once. They’re just minor drawbacks in the whole Loving-Buffy scheme.” He said gently, running his hand down the side of her face.

“I’ll never get you. I mean, is nothing I can do wrong to you? Is there anything that’ll make you hate me, make you see that I’m not perfect?” she asked, her face just as confused as his had been moments before.

“Nope.” He answered simply.

“But I…”

He grinned and placed his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes. “‘sides, it’s all those little imperfections that make you Buffy, and as far as I’m concerned, Buffy’s perfect…” She gave him a small smile, running her hand over the back of his neck. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

“Spike,” she began, her eyes still closed. She opened them slowly and brought them to his. “Spike, I…”

The phone rang.

She smiled coyly. “I have to get the phone.” She smirked and gave the back of his neck a small squeeze before turning and walking into the kitchen. “Hello?” She asked, wrapping the phone cord around her fingers as she listened.

She walked back into the livingroom a few minutes later to find Spike standing exactly where she left him, staring absently at the ground. “Hey, Brood Boy Jr., you okay?” She asked, grabbing her coat from the couch and sliding into it.

He looked up and smiled. “M’fine pet, just thinkin’, that’s all.” He watched as she slipped into her jacket. “Where you off to?”

“Huh?” She looked at him for a moment, unsure whether he wanted to hear the answer. He stared right back, his eyes pleading for the answer. She sighed, finally giving in. “To the Bronze. Xand…Xander wants to talk…” she finished quietly.

“Oh..”

She smirked slightly at the pained look that crossed his face. Marching up to him, she took his face between her palms, smiling slyly. “Don’t worry about him brainwashing me, Spike. I’m stubborn, remember?”

He smirked. “How could I forget?”

TBC…

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Part 9:

Spike stood there for awhile, staring at nothing in particular. His eyes were locked on the coffee table in the middle of the room, but he wasn’t really acknowledging the thing. No, his mind was racing far too much for that. Buffy…Buffy what? Loved him? For some reason he doubted it.

“Bugger…” He muttered, running his hand over his face as he flopped down on the couch. God he was tired… again. Sodding soul. Sighing, he rested his head on the arm of the couch. Maybe just a small nap, Buffy would be home soon, no time for nightmares to creep up on him, right?

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Buffy stared at her drink, watching the ice cubes rock back and forth as she swished her straw about.

“Buffy, I just don’t trust him, that’s all.” Xander said calmly, fighting to keep from losing his temper. For some reason any conversation about the blonde vampire usually led to him shouting.

Buffy looked up, letting her straw fall back into her glass. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course, Buffy, you know that.”

“I’m no asking you to trust him Xander, I’m asking you to trust me. I…” The slayer took a small breath and shook her head. “I trust him.” She finished quietly.

“Why?” Xander asked simply. He had made a vow to himself before meeting his friend here tonight: ask questions, don’t rant, listen.

Buffy shrugged. “Because he loves me…”

“And because you love him.”

“What?” Buffy asked, her eyes shooting up to meet his.

“It wasn’t a question, Buff.” He said with a grim look. “You love him…”

“Xander, I…”

“Buffy, look.” Xander sighed and reached across the table, taking her hands in his. “I don’t like him, there’s no argument there, and I can’t say I ever will… but I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“Xander, I’m not trying to hurt you.” Buffy said gently.

“I know, Buff. And when I said those things…I never meant to hurt you.”

Buffy smiled and leaned across the table, hugging him. “You know, I’m a little wary about this, last time we made up and hugged I got shot.” She said sarcastically.

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Spike shot up from the couch, his eyes wide. He was shaking slightly and had broken into a cold sweat. “Oh God…” He muttered, standing and rushing down the hall. He coughed violently as he entered the bathroom, whatever was in his stomach deciding it didn’t want to stay there any longer.

Dawn rolled over sleepily, her eyes fluttering open. She strained her ears, trying to hear what was going on downstairs. She slipped from under her blankets and walked into the hall, concern etched on her face. “Spike?” She called lightly down the stairs.

“Go back t’bed, Nibblet.” Spike managed to call back as he leaned back against the bathroom wall, sliding down to the floor and closing his eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked, remaining at the top of the stairs.

“M’fine, now get back t’bed ‘fore your sis gets home and yells at you.”

“You sure?”

He smiled slightly and shook his head. Persistent little bit, wasn’t she? “Positive. Now get some sleep.” He could hear her walking back into her room, finally giving up. He sighed and stood shakily. Walking over to the sink, he ran the cold water and splashed some on his face, trying to fight of the sickly heat he was feeling. “Bugger that was gross….” He muttered, making a mental note never to mix Twizzlers and blood ever again, especially when one’s having some pretty graphic dreams about killing. He felt his stomach churn once more at the thought of the images that had emerged in his head only moments before.

Once again he cursed Lurky for giving him his soul back.

He groaned and walked back into the hall, running his fingers through his hair as he ascended the stairs. He walked into Buffy’s room and over to the dresser, where he had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter thrown. He grabbed them, walked over to her window and climbed out. He had promised not to smoke in the house, so the roof would have to do. He hung his feet over the edge as he lit up, savoring the thick smoke as it entered his system. He concentrated on the stars above him, trying to clear his mind of everything else.

“You’re pulling an Angel.”

Spike’s head snapped back to the window, where Buffy was grinning at him. He hadn’t even heard her come in. He gave her a rather confused look, not quite understanding the comment.

“Angel always used to lurk outside my window, got kinda creepy sometimes.” She explained, crawling out and sitting down next to him.

“Don’t worry luv, m’not lurking, just hangin’ out for a bit.” He said, taking one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it to the ground below.

She nodded, swinging her feet back and forth. Her eyes drifted back up to him as he ran his hand over his forehead, taking an unnecessary breath. “What’s wrong?” She asked softly, tilting her head to the side a bit to get a better look at him.

“Nothin’…” He muttered.

“You sure? I mean, you look kind of… upset.”

Spike groaned and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m fine, Slayer, I don’t need your sympathy.” He snapped. Buffy pulled back a bit, staring at him with wide eyes.

“…sorry.” She muttered, her eyes falling.

The vampire groaned once more. “Look, Slayer, I’m sorry. It’s just…” He sighed and looked around at the sky, looking at anything that wasn’t her. “It’s just weird to have you caring ‘bout me all of a sudden…”

Buffy watched him for a few minutes, not speaking. When she still didn’t speak, he turned to face her. “I cared before, Spike.” She said the second he looked at her.

He snorted, “Not quite like this, pet. I just never thought I’d see the day when you’d be there to help me, that’s all. I guess it’s got me a bit unnerved.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s something neither of us saw coming…” she said with a small smile, turning her eyes downward.

“I think it’s somethin’ no one saw comin’.” He corrected.

“Are you complaining?” She asked, giving him a small grin.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Never.”

“I didn’t think so.” She replied, her eyes twinkling. “Now, I’m goin’ to bed, you coming in or are you just gonna hang out here all night?” She asked, turning and hopping back through the window.

“I’ll come in, but as tempting as it sounds, I think I’ll pass on the sleep.” He gave her a small smile.

“More bad dreams, eh?” She asked, grabbing his hand and helping him back inside.

“Yup, and this time they came with a small bonus.” She gave him a questioning look. “Let’s just say the Twizzler and blood thing wasn’t a very good idea.”

“Ew, ew, and ew, Spike.”

“Sorry, luv. Though I doubt hearin’ ‘bout it was as bad as experiencin’ it.”

“Could we not be having this conversation? I just ate fries…” she muttered, making a slight face.

“You sure? Cause if you really want the details…” He grinned as she punched him in the arm.

“That’s disgusting.”

“I know.” He said with a grin as he sat down on her bed.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to bed, it’s late. Like, really late, even for me.” He nodded and stood, making his way towards the door. “Where are you going?” She asked, giving him a strange look.

“Downstairs.”

She shrugged. “You don’t have to, I mean, if you don’t want to.”

He smirked and walked back over to her, cupping her face in his hands. “Slayer, what do you think I want?” She smiled and watched him as he continued to stare her in the eye. He gave her a nervous smile before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. She closed her eyes as his cool lips grazed hers, barely touching her flesh.

She pulled away, grinning. “That’s all you’re getting after your little Twizzler story, buddy.”

A grin crept to his face and he rested his forehead against hers, kissing her lightly on the nose. “Weren’t you sayin’ somethin’ just ‘fore you left?”

“I don’t remember.” She said, grinning evilly. He smirked, brushing his hand down the side of her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head. When she looked up at him he was still smirking. She laughed. “All right, you win.” She took a deep breath and smiled. “I love you, Spike.”

TBC…

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Part 10:

“You know what?” Buffy asked absently, staring across the room.

“What?” Spike asked, running his fingers over her hair. She was resting with her head on his chest, her legs curled up against him.

“It’s really uncomfortable to sleep in jeans.”

“Yes, I figured that out about fifty years ago.” He said playfully. The Slayer rolled her eyes and sat up, smiling.

“Yes, Oh Knowing One.” She shook her head and stood, walking over to close the blinds, which had been left open the night before. Making her way towards the door, she called out into the hallway. “Dawn, you up?”

“Yeah!” She heard Dawn yell from her room. Buffy shook her head and yawned as she shut the door.

“Still tired, luv?”

“Little bit. How ‘bout you, did you go back to sleep at all?” She asked, sorting through the clothes hanging in her closet.

“Nope.”

She pulled a red shirt from a hanger and turned to face him. “So you just sat there?”

“Yup.” He said simply, throwing his legs over the side of the bed.

“Sounds entertaining.” She said sarcastically, sitting down next to him.

“It was. You make some pretty weird faces when you sleep.”

She pouted. “Do not.”

“Do too.”

“So you sat there and watched me sleep?” She asked, smirking. He nodded as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. “You’re nothing but a big dork, you know that?”

“A dork? C’mon now, Slayer, you can do better than that.”

“Yes, but not right now, I have to get Dawn to school.” She said, thumping him on the back and standing.

“Whatever you say, luv.” He said, shaking his head as he followed her into the hallway. “You know what?”

“What?” She asked, spinning back around to face him.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have Twizzler breath anymore.” He said, walking up to stand in front of her.

“And your point is…” she droned, grinning. He cocked an eyebrow, smirking down at her. The small blonde laughed and leaned up, kissing the vampire.

“Um, ew.” The pair broke apart to see Dawn standing in her door, not looking half as disgusted as she sounded. Actually, she seemed rather happy. The teen shook her head. “Get a room.” She muttered before disappearing down the stairs.

Buffy smirked and looked down, patting him on the chest lightly. “I’m going to take a shower, do me a favor and make sure she eats something remotely healthy. I’ll be down in a few.”

“Sure thing, luv.” He said, watching as she closed the door. He shook his head, grinning all-the-while as he walked downstairs. Dawn grinned at him as he walked into the kitchen. “What are you smiling at?” He asked, smirking.

She set the piece of toast she was buttering down and grinned. “So you and Buffy…you’re like, a couple now?”

“Ask your sis.” He said, grinning back at her. “Now eat your breakfast, you’re gonna be late.” Dawn rolled her eyes and went back to her toast.

The doorbell rang.

The pair exchanged a quick glance before heading towards the door. Spike pulled it open, carefully avoiding the rays of sunlight coming in.

He scowled.

“Aren’t you supposed to sleep during the day?” Xander asked, looking rather annoyed that the vampire was answering Buffy’s door now.

Spike rolled his eyes. “What d’you want, Whelp?”

“I’m here to…wait, why am I telling you this?” He shook his head and walked past him and into the kitchen. Spike scowled and closed the door, following after him.

“Hey Dawnster, need a ride to school?” He asked.

“Uh..sure, I guess.” The teen replied, looking past him and giving Spike a small smile. He was leaning against the doorframe, glaring slightly at Xander.

“Great. Uh, is Willow up yet?” Xander asked, casting a glance towards the stairs. The fact that the redhead was mad at him was really wearing him down and he desperately wanted to talk to her.

“Nah, she’s still asleep.” Dawn said, grabbing her books from the counter.

“No big. I’ll come back later.” Xander said, following her towards the door. Spike resisted the urge to stick his foot out and tip him as he walked by.

“See ya later, Spike. Tell Buffy I said bye.” Dawn said, smiling as she back out the door.

“Later, Nibblet.” He locked eyes with Xander, who seemed just as uncomfortable as him. He smirked devilishly. “Bye Whelp.” Xander made a face before closing the door. Spike grin faded. “Ninny…”

“Who was that?” Buffy asked, walking down the stairs.

“The almighty Whelp.” Spike explained, feigning excitement.

Buffy grinned. “He take Dawn to school?”

“Yeah. Probably be back later, he wants t’talk t’Red.”

“Good, he needs to.” She said, walking into the livingroom. She poked her head around the corner of the couch and grabbed her tennis shoes from the floor. “I have to go to the store, you know, do the food thing. You want anything?”

“Actaully, yes.” He pulled some money from his pocket and handed it to her. “Grab me some smokes, I’m almost out.”

“You know, I should be giving you a lecture on how those things’ll kill you.” She said, shaking her head.

“You a bit late for that, pet.”

“Well, then I’ll have to settle with the it’s-just-plain-nasty-and-is-a-waste-of-money speech.”

“Believe me, compared to my little poetry stint this is bloody good habit to have. Just be glad I stopped writing ‘fore I met you.” He paused for a minute, pretending to be lost in thought. “Did you know poems didn’t have to rhyme?”

“I’m leaving now.” She said with a grin.

“You sure? Cause I mean, I might be able to pull out a few lines.” He took a moment to clear his throat dramatically. “‘Roses are red, violets are bl…’”

“Stop while you’re ahead.” The blonde warned playfully before disappearing out the door.

Spike shrugged. “Hmm, speaking of Red…” He turned and headed back up the stairs, trailing his fingers along the banister. “Red? You up?” He knocked lightly on her door.

“Unfortunately…” came the grim reply.

He chuckled and pushed the door open. “Now see? That’s no attitude, missy. What happened to the firey little redhead who helped me make breakfast yesterday?”

“Xander squished her…” She mumbled, burrowing her head further into her pillow.

“Oh, come on now. Whelp’s an idiot, granted, but he didn’t mean t’hurt you.” Spike said, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

The girl looked down at him, her eyes red. “Yeah, he meant to hurt you.”

“Like I said, Whelp’s an idiot. Can’t even make fun of me right.” He replied with a smirk.

“It’s not even making fun anymore, Spike, he’s trying to make you leave.”

“I know, but I think I’m the only person in town still in the running for ‘Most Stubborn Evil Butt-Kicker.’ I’m not goin’ nowhere anytime soon if I don’t have to.”

“I think Dawn’s catchin’ up pretty fast..”Willow explained with a small smirk. “She’s in the ‘Stubborn Evil Butt-Kicker’ club too, remember?”

Spike made a face. “Oh yeah, forgot about Nibblet. Hell, I don’t think the Slayer n’ me got a chance at winnin’ now. Dawn’s got it in the bag.”

“Don’t feel bad. You and Buffy have super-strength, but Dawn has super-strength and teenage hormones.” Willow commented with a small smile.

“See? There’s the Red will all know and love. Now come on, you insulted Dawn and her raging-teenage hormones, how bout we pick on Harris now?” Spike said eagerly. Willow gave him a small smile but didn’t speak. “Fine, I’ll go first. Let’s see, Whelp’s…”

Doorbell.

“…here.” Spike rolled his eyes. “He said he was comin’ back t’talk t’you.”

“Yay for me.” She said sarcastically, flopping her head back onto the pillow.

The doorbell rang again.

“Want me to tell him to bugger off?” Spike asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Yes.” She said simply. He grinned and stood, ready to head downstairs. She caught his arm. “I was kidding.”

“Well, that’s good n’ bad I suppose.” He said with a shrug. “Good ‘cause you still got your sense of humor, bad ‘cause that means the Whelp’s gonna be hangin’ out ‘ere all day.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“You want me to see if he wants to go get coffee or something? I mean, so we’re not here to bug you?”

“Nah, I’ll manage. ‘sides, I’m not worried ‘bout you buggin’ me…”

Doorbell.

“…but he’s another story. And no offense, Red, but you look like hell. Burying your head in a pillow n’ cryin’ ain’t doin’ much for you.”

“Gee, thanks.” She said, standing.

“No problem. Now go let the sap in ‘fore he breaks the bloody bell.”

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“Hey.” Buffy greeted, smiling at the pair on her couch as she walked in, a few grocery bags in hand. “Xander, you’re…here.” Buffy looked around, expecting to see either a very hostile blonde vampire or a very non-intimidating pile of dust. “Um, where’s Spike?”

“Upstairs behaving.” Willow explained. Buffy gave her a confused look. “He’s avoiding Xander.” She added with a nod.

“Ahh, I see. So you two are friends now?” Buffy asked, setting one of the bags down.

“Me and Spike?” Xander asked, a disgusted look on his face.

“I bloody well hope not.” Spike exclaimed, giving Xander a strange look as he descended the stairs.

“I was talking about you and Willow.” Buffy said, smirking at Xander.

“Ah yes, negotiations are done and the treaty has been signed.” Xander said with a nod. Everyone stared at him. “Okay, so there were no negotiations, just me begging for forgiveness.”

“It worked.” Willow chimed.

“Good, it’s just weird when you two fight.” Buffy said, relieved. “Oh, here.” She rummaged through her pockets, producing a pack of cigarettes and handing them to the vampire.

“Newports?” He questioned, giving her a strange look.

“Well I didn’t know what kind to get. I told the lady at the counter to give me whatever and she gave me these.”

“These are girly cigarettes, luv.” He said, smirking.

She patted him on the shoulder and shoved a grocery bag into his arms. “Good, it’ll get some of that evil testosterone out of your system. Maybe you should share with Xander.”

“Funny.” He said with a smirk, following her into the kitchen.

The slayer set the bags she was carrying onto the table and began to grab things form them, sticking them in the appropriate cupboards. “So you were in the house with Xander without me around to play referee and you managed to hold your tongue? I’m impressed.”

“Yes, despite popular belief ole Spikey has a shred of self-control.” He said with a smirk, shoving a carton of milk into the fridge.

A small laugh escaped her lips and she shook her head. “Seriously, thank you.”

“Don’t sweat it.”

“No, I mean, that’s a big deal. When was the last time you were in the same vicinity as Xander and didn’t make some snide remark? Hell, we should have a party.”

“Oh yes, and we can use blood for frosting on the cake!” He said sarcastically, grinning.

“Why do you insist on ruining my appetite? First the Twizzlers and now cake. Sooner or later there’s not going to be anything left for me to eat.”

“Sure there will be. I don’t like vegetables so you can have those, I pretty much ruin everything else.” He said with a shrug.

“Oh goodie.”

“Oh look, Pop Tarts!” He exclaimed, pulling a box of the breakfast pastries from the bag. “You know, these taste really neat if you…”

She put her hand over his mouth and pulled the box from him with the other, smirking. “Don’t. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.” He just grinned as she pulled her hand away. “You’re impossible to live with, you know that?”

“In order for that to apply wouldn’t I have to, I don’t know, live here?” He asked, a smug grin in place.

She smiled slyly and walked over to him. Pulling him towards her, she kissed him. “Welcome home.”

“Buffy, we have a problem.” Willow said a bit frantically, walking into the kitchen with the phone in hand. Xander followed in behind her, giving the vampire a wary glare.

Buffy backed away from the vampire a bit, staring at Willow in confusion. The phone? When did the phone ring? “Who is it?” She asked, casting Spike a worried glance.

“Giles.” The redhead said simply, looking between the pair in front of her. “Maybe you should sit down…”

TBC…

Part 11:

What’s wrong?” Buffy asked again, not liking the look Willow was giving her. She looked at Spike for a moment before turning back to her friend. “Willow, what did he say? Is something wrong?”

“Buffy, can we just go sit in the livingroom? I don’t think…”

“Willow.” Buffy interrupted, growing impatient.

Willow gave Buffy a grim smile and looked back and forth between her and Spike. “Well, Giles said that…h-he said…”

“He said Spike’s soul isn’t permanent.” Xander snapped, finishing what his friend didn’t have the heart to say. He watched as Buffy’s eyes grew wide, almost frantic. And Spike, well, Spike almost looked like he was ready to cry.

“What?” Buffy asked quietly, not able to bring herself to look at the vampire in question.

Willow took a deep breath and set the phone on the table. “Giles did some research on that demon, Spike. He went on the information you gave him and looked it up.” The redhead sighed and shook her head, dropping her gaze to the floor. “His gifts aren’t permanent, they last through four moons before whoever or whatever he cast them on goes back to what they were before.”

“So Spike’s soul…” Buffy mumbled, not believing this.

“The next full moon’s in two nights, Buff.” Xander said quietly, hating how upset Buffy looked. He didn’t mind the fact that Spike was hurting, but Buffy was another story.

The slayer turned slowly to face the vampire, who hadn’t said anything throughout the entire exchange. She swallowed the lump in her throat when she saw the devastated look in his eyes. “God, Spike…” she muttered, wrapping her arms around his neck as she began to cry. He encircled his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck. She shivered when she felt his cool tears touch her flesh.

“I’m so sorry, luv…” He whispered.

Willow watched the pair for a moment, a wave a sympathy washing over her. Buffy had been through so much… Hell, Spike had been through so much, and it was all for nothing. What he had done to be with her was worthless. It was being snatched away. She shook her head sadly before grabbing Xander by the arm and pulling him from the room, leaving the slayer and the vampire alone.

“What do we do?” Buffy asked softly after a few moments, her head still buried in his shirt.

“I don’t know, pet.” He said grimly, more tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t know…”

She sniffled and clenched her eyes shut, trying to control her tears. “I love you…”

He choked. “I love you too, Slayer…”

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“There has to be someway we can stop this, I mean, a spell or something? Anything…” Willow continued to flip through the book in her lap, desperate to find a way to help her friend. Her, Xander, and Anya we’re in the magic shop, trying to find some way of reversing the spell.

“So we have two days to find out how to anchor his soul?” Anya asked curiously from her perch on the counter.

“Well…no. We have until sunset tomorrow.” Willow said sheepishly. Realizing how short on time they were, she began to flip through the book a bit quicker.

“Why are we helping him, anyway? I mean, he loses his soul, we kill him, end of problems.” Xander said simply. Willow and Anya both stared at him coldly.

“And what would Buffy say about that?” Anya asked icily.

Xander smiled grimly. “Yeah, I guess that would be a bit of a problem…”

“Xander, if you won’t do this for him, do it for her. Do you have any idea how much losing him would hurt her?” Willow asked quietly. She smiled slightly as her friend sighed defeatedly, grabbing a book from the center of the table.

“Hey gang, what’s up?” Dawn asked cheerily as she walked through the door. “Oo, research.” She exclaimed, picking up a book and examining the cover. “New badie?” she questioned a bit excitedly, loving the prospect that she may be able to kick some serious demon booty. The trio in the room exchanged silent glances, but none spoke. Dawn’s face fell. “What’s wrong?”

The group remained quiet for a few more moments before Willow spoke. “Dawnie, it’s about Spike…”

Dawn’s eyes grew wide. “Spike? God, what happened? Is he okay?!” She rambled, panicking.

“He’s fine, Dawn. He’s at your house with Buffy, safe and sound.” Willow said gently.

“Then what’s wrong?” Dawn asked quietly, looking between their grim faces for answers.

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Spike was sitting on the couch, his head buried in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? I mean, anyone with sense would find out a bit more about a demon before traveling across the world to see it, but no, not him. He hears someone mention in a bar about some will-granting demon in Uganda and he hops on the next flight, not even bothering to find out it’s name.

Stupid wanker.

“Spike?”

The vampire looked up to be met with the face of a rather sad looking Dawn. He hadn’t even heard her come in. “Hey Bit…” he said dejectedly.

One look into his tearful eyes and Dawn knew Willow had told her the truth. She sat down next to him, dropping her eyes to the ground. “So I guess it’s true, huh?”

He ran his hand through his hair and looked to the ground as well. “Yeah, guess so…”

“It’s no big though, right? I mean, you didn’t have your soul before and you still cared about us.” She asked hopefully.

He shook his head, honestly unsure. “I don’t know, Bit.” He said quietly, not looking at her. “I mean, Angel loved your sis when he had his soul, but then when he lost it…”

“But you cared without your soul. It’s different.” She said, her eyes pleading with him to agree that it would be okay.

“God, I hope so…” He muttered, suppressing the thought that he might hurt them.

Dawn remained quiet for a moment, twiddling her finger nervously. “Where’s Buffy?” she asked softly.

“Went for a walk.” He said simply.

“Oh…”

Spike remained quiet, unsure what else to say to the girl. He couldn’t honestly tell he it would be alright, because what if it wasn’t? What if something in him snapped when he lost his soul and he tried to kill them? The chip no longer worked, which meant… His eyes shot to look at her when she laid her head on his shoulder.

God, what if he tried to kill them?

His eyes teared up as he ran his hand over her hair, cursing the thought of ever hurting her. He wouldn’t.

No, he couldn’t.

“I have to go, Nibblet.” He said standing.

She stood quickly, her eyes frantic. “Go? Go where?”

“T’think.” He said softly, watching the teen. He sighed when she didn’t speak and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. “I love you, Nibblet. You got that, right?”

“Yeah…” she said softly, returning the hug. “I love you too.” She muttered, pulling back from him. He gave her a grim smile before turning and heading up the stairs towards Buffy’s room.

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Buffy sat in a corner booth at the Bronze, staring absently at the wall. She had third empty glasses in front of her and they weren’t from diet pepsi. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, but she didn’t care. She lifted a third glass to her lips, sipping at it. She savored the alcohol as it scorched her throat, making her forget for an instant why she was brooding.

But as soon as the feeling was gone that unmistakable lump caught in her throat.

“Hey luv.” Buffy looked up to see Spike standing above her, watching her with pained eyes. “Can I sit down?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry…” She scooted over, allowing him to take a seat beside her.

“I think I’m starting to brush off on you.” He said playfully, eying the empty glasses in front of her.

“I told you you were a bad influence.” She replied, giving him a small smirk as she finished of her fourth glass.

He smiled slightly before sighing and giving her a serious look. “You okay?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know…”

He ran his hand over her hair and rested it on the base of her neck. “I’m sorry, luv.”

She stared at him for a moment, not sure what to say. Giving him a small smile, shook took his hand in hers and laid her head against his arm. “What are we going to do?” She asked softly.

“Nibblet said the others are looking for a loophole, but they’re not finding much.” He replied quietly.

“That’s ‘cause we suck in the research department without Giles around.” Buffy said matter-of-factly. He chuckled slightly and rested his head against hers.

“I love you, Buffy, and I’d never hurt you. You know that, right?”

“Mmhmm.” She sighed, closing her eyes.

And he wouldn’t. No matter what happened, he wouldn’t hurt her, he’d make sure of it.

TBC….

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“We should probably go help them.” The Slayer suggested, still cuddled up against the vampire in the booth.

“Yeah, probably…” He agreed. Neither of them moved. “I think helping them would involve getting up, luv.”

“Sad, but true.” She commented, sitting up. “Do you think we’ll find anything?” She asked softly, watching him stand.

He shrugged, offering her his hand. “Don’t know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the reassurance.”

“Think nothing of it.” He said with a grin.

“Believe me, I won’t. Now come on.” She said, leading him towards the door by the hand.

“Um, Buffy, I’m goin’ t’head back t’your place n’ get some blood.” He said when they reached the cool streets. “I’ll meet you at the shop later.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No.” He snapped quickly, causing her to give him a strange look. “I mean, why don’t you head to the shop and get a jump on the research thing. I can go back by myself, ‘sides, I need some time t’think.”

“You sure?”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’m sure….” He leaned down, kissing her lightly. “I’ll see you later…” He gave her a small smile before turning and heading down the street. She watched him for a few moments before turning and heading in the other direction.

Spike glanced back over his shoulder to make sure she was gone. When he didn’t see her, he slipped into an alley and walked quickly down it. Emerging from the other side, his eyes focused on the motorcycle he had parked there earlier. He climbed on, staring at the ground for a few moments.

No, he would never hurt them.

With a grim look of determination on his face he turned it on and sped down the street.

Out of Sunnydale.

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“I thought you said Spike was meeting you here? It’s been over an hour now…” Willow asked, looking at Buffy.

“I dunno, maybe he got caught up or something.” Buffy said with a shrug. She turned to Dawn, who was perched on the counter reading. “Dawnie, call home, see if he’s still there.”

Dawn nodded and picked up the phone, punching in her number. Everyone else went back to researching aside from Buffy, who sat watching her sister expectantly. Dawn hung up. “No answer.”

“I’m going to look for him.” Buffy said, grabbing her jacket as she stood and stormed out the door. She moved quickly, fear flooding her mind.

“Buffy, wait!” Dawn screeched, running after her sister. The rooms remaining occupants looked between each other, unblinking.

“Should we help them?” Anya asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Nah, he’s probably just walking around, lost track of time. Angel used to do that, you know, brood.” Willow said with a shrug. Somehow she had managed to become the head of this little operation, magically transforming from Cry-Like-A-Baby-Willow to Take-Command-And-Know-What-To-Do-Willow.

“Thanks, Will. Crush my hope that some big nasty finally got the better of him.” Xander chirped. Willow gave him a smirk and kicked him.

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Spike hopped down from the bike, running his hand through his extremely mussed up hair. He didn’t think he’d ever ridden that fast in his life. Hell, he had made the two hour and fifteen minute trip in a little more than an hour. Sure, one was bound to get pulled over when going that fast – and he did. So he vamped out, caused the poor officer to faint in fright, and left.

See? One could have a soul and still be evil, even if it was only a little bit evil.

The blonde gave up on trying to fix his unruly hair and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. Lighting it and inhaling, he groaned. “Bloody sissy cigarettes…” Making the best of it, he took a long drag before tossing it to the street. Taking an unnecessary breath and cracking his neck, he sauntered up to the building. Something told him he was going to regret this.

“Peaches?! Guess who’s here to visit! Where the hell are you?!” He called, walking into the lobby. His eyes shot to the stairs as a small girl appeared, her long brown hair drawn back in a ponytail. She pushed her glasses up and smiled as she descended the stairs.

“Sorry, I was upstairs. How can I help you?” She asked, smiling all the while.

“Who the bloody hell are you?” He asked, giving her a strange look.

Her face fell. “I-I’m Fred.”

“Ain’t that a guy’s name?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he grinned.

“It’s short for Winifred.” She explained, her smile slowly returning.

“Gotcha. Now where’s the Grand Poof hidin’?”

“Grand Poof?” she asked, her face scrunching up.

“Angel.” Spike explained.

“You’re looking for Angel?”

Spike turned at the sound of a male’s voice. He was met with the sight of a well built black man emerging from one of the hotel’s hallways. “Yeah…” He looked back and forth between Fred and Gunn, who now stood on either side of him. “Right, now who the hell are you?”

“Gunn.” He said, extending his hand. Spike stared at it for a moment then look up at him.

“M’not here t’make friends, I’m here to talk to Peaches. Now, where is the Ponce?”

Gunn’s friendly smile faded. Spike turned back to Fred when she cleared her throat. “We don’t know where he is. He disappeared a few months ago…” She said quietly.

“Disappeared? As in…”

“Gone.” Gunn finished for him. “Him, Cordy, and Connor, all gone.”

“Kay, I know who the cheerleader is, but who’s Connor?” Spike asked, not liking the sudden barrage of new people. Angel wasn’t supposed to make friends, he was too much of an oaf to have friends.

“Angel’s son.” Fred explained.

“…son?” Spike looked at her like she was mad. “Peaches has a kid?!”

“…yes?”

“Well, certainly din’t see that one comin’….” The vampire commented, shaking his head.

“No one did.” Gunn chimed. “Sorry man, but I didn’t catch your name.” He looked at the blonde expectantly.

“Spike.”

“Spike?! As in Angel’s Spike?!” Fred screeched, jumping behind Gunn. He pulled a cross from his jacket, holding it up in front of Spike’s face.

“Bloody Hell!!” Spike yelled, backing away. “Cor, I’m not here t’hurt you!”

“You’re a vampire.” Gunn said flatly.

“Yeah, I kind of knew that.” Spike said, aggravated.

“What do you want?” Gunn continued.

“I told you, I need to talk to Peaches.”

“Well we don’t know where he is.” Gunn snapped, not lowering his cross.

“Look., mate, vampires don’t just disappear, they go somewhere. Now where the hell was he when you lat saw ‘im?” Spike growled, growing impatient.

“He was going to the beach to meet Cordelia.” Fred said softly.

Spike looked at the clock on the wall. Six hours until sunrise. He turned back to Gunn. “Can you take me there?”

“Why should we…”

“Do you want me to help you find him or not?!” Spike spat, glaring at him. “Look, I don’t know what he’s told you about me, but I’m not what you think I am. Not any more, at least.” He added, trying to gain their trust. “Now, if you don’t mind, I really need to find his Poofy arse and have a chat with him and it would be a lot easier if you lot helped me.”

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“You know, I’m really startin’ to dislike you.” Spike growled from his seat in the bed of the truck. Gunn was driving and Fred had a crossbow pressed against his head from the back window. The vampire’s hair was blowing about wildly in the wind, destroying any hope that he would every get it untangled again. Great, he thought, now he was really staring to act like the Brood Master, all worrying about his hair and such.

“Sorry, it’s just that Angel’s family likes to try and kill us.” Fred said sincerely, adjusting the crossbow. The arrow hit him in the side of the head.

“Well can you at least stop pokin’ me with that? It doesn’t bloody tickle.” He asked, swatting at the point of the bow.

“Sorry.” Fred said, pulling it back inside a bit.

Spike gave her a weird look. “What kind of demon hunter are you, anyway? I mean, you’re a twig and your bein’ all nice. You’re supposed t’hate me, remember?”

She shrugged. “You don’t seem very dangerous.”

He smirked. “Thanks….I think.”

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“Buffy!” Dawn called, her voice trembling. She could hear her sister racing up the stairs.

“Dawn, what’s wrong? Did you…” Buffy began, only to stop when she saw what her sister was pointing at. Some of Spike’s things were scattered on the floor in her room, some of his clothes obviously missing. She walked in, her eyes scanning what remained of his belongings. She spun around slowly to face her sister, her eyes flooding with tears as realization hit her. “He left….”

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“This is where they were supposed to meet.” Gunn explained, shutting the truck of. Fred pulled her weapon back through the window, even though she hadn’t really had it aimed at the vampire for most of the drive. She didn’t really see the need to, if he was going to kill them he would have done it by now. Fred hopped out, following her boyfriend over to the rock ledge that overlooked the beach. Spike sauntered up beside them, surveying the area. “I don’t see why we’re here, it’s been months, he’ long…” Spike jumped from the ledge, landing with a soft thud on his boots at the bottom of the thirty-foot drop. “..gone.” Gunn finished, rolling his eyes.

“Should we follow him?” Fred asked, looking up at him.

“Should we? No. Will we? Yes. He seems to have some idea of how to find Angel and I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit around if there’s some way we can get him back.”

Fred nodded and the two began to descend the rocky slope, helping each other to keep from falling.

Spike shuffled through the sand, a cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth. Something wasn’t right here, he could feel it. A shudder ran through his body as he looked around. Funny, it was like Angel was here, but…he wasn’t. The vampire’s face scrunched up. “All right, Poof, what the hell have you gotten your sorry arse into this time?” He asked quietly, exhaling a stream of smoke into the cool night air. His eyes fell to his feet as the light ocean waves lapped his boots. His icy blue eyes drifted up to look further out to sea.

“Um, hey, Superhero. What exactly are we accomplishing by being here?” Gunn called as he and Fred finally made it down. They began to walk towards the vampire, who was just staring at the water, his head cocked slightly to the side.

No, something wasn’t right. He could feel it. Spike looked back down at the water as it washed over his feet. Then it hit him. He threw his jacket to the sand behind him and marched forward, sending water through the air as he waded further into the Pacific. He stopped when he was a little less than waist deep in the icy cold water and stared down as it rippled around him. He then turned back to the pair on the beach, his pail skin illuminated by the nearly full moon. “You wouldn’t happen t’have a really big boat, would you?”

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“What are you doing?!” Fred asked frantically, nearly tripping over her feet as she tried to keep up with the fast pace Spike was walking at. He was soaked, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or he didn’t care.

“Gettin’ us a boat.” He said simply as he marched onto a dock.

“A boat? For what?” Gunn asked, thoroughly confused by the vampire. He had always thought Angel was the most confusing vampire on the face of the planet, but he was starting to have his doubts.

Spike hopped over the edge of a large fishing boat. He snapped the chain locking it to the dock easily and unloosed the rope holding it in place. “You said you wanted to find Peaches, din’t you?” He asked with a smirk before marching over to the control deck. He looked it over and sighed. Dropping to the ground and rolling onto his back, he began to tamper with the wiring.

“You’re hotwiring a fishing boat?” Gunn asked curiously, helping Fred off the dock and onto the boat.

“Angel may be a goody-two shoes Poof who still thinks it’s best to travel by horse and buggy, but I live in the twenty-first century.” He said with a grin as he stood, the boat rumbling to life.

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“Anya, can you do a locating spell?” Buffy asked frantically as her and Dawn walked back into the shop, both looking thoroughly distressed.

“A locating spell? For what?” The vengeance demon asked curiously.

“Spike. He’s gone.” Buffy said hurriedly.

“Why, Buff, did something happen?” Willow asked, looking a bit worried.

Buffy’s eyes fell. “No…” She mumbled.

“What? Then why…”

“He left, alright?! He left again. The great Mister Responsible up and ran away.” Buffy spat, frustrated. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling anymore: Anger, pain, fear, sadness, guilt.

Everyone remained quiet for a moment. “…Yeah, yeah. I can do it, but it’s going to take some time.” Anya finally said.

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“Can you please tell me what’s going on?” Gunn asked impatiently. Fred was holding onto him, trying to shield herself from the cold ocean breeze. Spike stopped the boat and stormed out of the cabin, grabbing a scuba flashlight from a shelf as he stormed out. “Hello? Are you not hearing me, what are you doing?!”

Spike hopped up onto the rail of the boat, peering over the edge. “Here goes nothing…” He said to himself before diving headfirst into the icy water. The cold hit him like a thousand daggers, making his chest hurt. Cursing to himself, he began to swim deeper, scanning the area with the light. Why the hell did the ocean have to be so bloody deep? He continued to swim, growing a bit weary from the cold. Sure, he was dead and didn’t need to breathe, but ice water wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be swimming right now.

He froze, staring wide-eyed at the ocean floor, despite the fact that the salt water was burning his eyes furiously. He brought the light closer and nearly screamed when he saw the older vampire’s face, tucked away safe and dry in… a coffin? A big metal coffin with a window. Right…. He got closer, trying to find a way to open the encasement. His eyes kept floating to Angel’s face, almost expecting the vampire to wake up and glare at him for being there, which was rather immposible seeing as vampires slipped into a sort of coma if deprived of blood for long periods of time. Another decade or so and the Poof would be a rather creepy skeleton with a taste for blood. He shook the thought of and searched some more, finding nothing. Casting one last glance at the dark haired vampire, he began to swim back towards the surface.

Breaking the surface of the water, he took an unnecessary breath, throwing himself into a coughing fit as he fought to get the water from his lungs. Bloody uncomfortable, it was, seeing as it felt like there was an ice cube in his chest. Fred and Gunn were staring at him as he climbed back aboard, his clothes dripping wet.

Gunn lost it. He stormed up to the blonde, grabbing him by the back of the shirt and pulled him down from the rail. “Look, either you tell us why the hell we’re in the middle of the Pacific swimming or I stake your ass and go home, got it?”

Spike glared at him and pulled away. “We don’t have time, there’s only a few hours until sunrise. Now hand me those chains over there.” He instructed, pointing towards the end of the boat. Fred gave Gunn a quick glance before walking over and scooping the ends of them from the ground. Spike grabbed the chains from Fred as she walked back over. “Thanks, luv. Now do me a favor and lock this in place over there.” He said, handing her a section of one of the chains. He climbed back up onto the rail, chain in hand. Smirking, he turned back to Gunn. “Time to wake up Grand Dad.” He grinned before flinging himself backwards into the water, breaking the night’s silence with a horrendous splash.

Gunn and Fred rushed to the rail, peering over the edge once more. “What’s he doing?”

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling something bad’s about to happen.” Fred said nervously. They waited for what seemed like hours before the vampire emerged once more, his once marble skin now holding a sickly blue color. He climbed back onto the ship, coughing and hacking from the water. His hands were shaking from the cold and his eyes were red, but he didn’t seem to care. Walking back to the end of the ship, he pushed a button. The boat jolted as the chains were pulled up. Sure, the machinery was supposed to be used to pull up nets, but it was working, wasn’t it?

“What’s going on?!” Gunn demanded as Fred braced herself against him, trying to hold her footing as the boat rocked.

“I told you already. We’re getting Peaches.” Spike answered flatly, marching over to where the metal box was being pulled onboard. The rattling chains came to a halt and everyone remained silent, staring at the metal encasement in front of them.

“What is it?” Fred finally asked, walking towards the vampire. He stopped her by holding up a hand.

“Wait.” He turned, searching around. “Where’s my coat?”

“Here.” Gunn said, tossing the leather duster to the blonde. Spike shoved his hand into one of the pockets, producing a packet of blood he had brought when they left the hotel yet had neglected to eat.

“Stay back.” He warned, his stomach turning. His sire had been locked up in a box in the Pacific for God knows how long, he was going to be in one hell of a mood when he woke up. The blonde took a step forward, his eyes resting on Angel’s face for only a brief moment. “We’re going to need something to open this up. Go below deck and se if you can find anything.” He instructed, not looking at the pair behind him. They didn’t move. “Now!” He roared, glaring at them. The sun would be up within the next two hours and he really didn’t feel like tanning. Plus, he was bloody cold.

TBC….

Part 13:

Willow gave her friend a concerned look. Buffy was sitting in one of the shop’s chairs, her knees drawn up and her chin resting on them. Her green eyes were flooded with tears, but she refused to cry. Always the hero. She was staring blankly into the air, not talking to any of them. Willow was helping Xander and Anya find a locating spell, which was rather difficult considering most of them were for humans.

“What about this one?” Dawn asked, pointing out a page to Willow. Willow read it over and her face fell.

“Sorry, Dawnie. You need an orb of Tookula for that one.”

“So? Can’t we get one?” The teen asked impatiently, wanting almost as much as Buffy to find the vampire.

“We could, if they all hadn’t been destroyed over four-hundred years ago in a dark war.” Anya explained, looking up from her book.

“God! What’s the point of having these stupid texts if we can’t use half the stuff in them?!” The teen shouted, slamming the book down on the table. The sound caused Buffy to jump, but she still didn’t speak.

“Dawn, calm down. We’ll keep looking.” Xander said softly, eyeing the teen with sympathy.

“Where could he have gone? I mean, it’s not like Spike has much in the way of friends.” Willow began, earning her a glare from Buffy. “I’m just saying, where do you think he would have gone?”

“Back to Africa?” Anya suggested.

“Yeah, what if he went to see that demon again.” Xander said, understanding what Anya was getting at.

“Well, can we call? I mean, there are phones in Africa, right?” Dawn asked, looking hopeful.

“And what? Ask if they happened to see a blonde vampire walking around?” Xander said. “Besides, he wouldn’t be there by now. That’s like, across the world… and I’m not too sure on the phone issue.”

“They have phones in Africa, Xander.” Willow assured him. “But I don’t think he would have gone there. I mean, what’s it going to accomplish? It’s not like the demon can make his soul permanent anyway, it doesn’t have that kind of power.”

“Then we keep looking.” Dawn said sternly, casting a quick glance at her sister. “We’re not stopping until we find him.”

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“You alright back there?” Gunn called, looking in his rearview mirror to make sure the vampires were still intact. Angel’s lifeless body was lying across the bed of the truck and Spike was huddled in the corner. He had his arms wrapped around his legs in a feeble attempt to ward of the cold, but seeing as he was still soaked and that they were driving fifty miles an hour didn’t help.

“Bloody peachy…” He muttered, shivering. God he hated being cold.

“We’ll be back to the hotel soon.” Fred assured him, offering him a small smile. Her eyes fell back to Angel, who was considerably thinner and was white as a ghost. She didn’t think he could look anymore dead without being actually, erm, dead. Well, you get the idea…

Spike shuddered, glaring at the other vampire. Stupid wanker had to get himself thrown into the ocean and who had to come to his rescue? Spike. That’s bloody right, it was the Poof’s fault he had to go swimming in the bloody Pacific in the middle of the night to pull his sorry arse up from a watery grave. The glowering blonde vampire almost fell forwards as Gunn stopped the truck.

“Alright, let’s get him inside.” Gunn said, hopping from the driver’s side door and walking around to the back of the truck. Spike hopped out, glaring at the look Gunn was giving him. “Hey man, I didn’t say a word.”

“You’d look like hell too if you had to save this Ponce, so don’t start with me.” He warned, grabbing his sire by one arm as Gunn hefted the other. Together, they lugged to unconscious vampire into the hotel.

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“Get out.” Spike ordered as he walked into Angel’s room. Fred looked up from her seat beside the bed, a bit startled. Spike was looking at her sternly, freshly adorned in some dry clothes. He looked considerably warmer, dispite the fact that his lips still had a blue tint to them. “Now.” He ordered.

“But why?” She asked softly.

“‘cause when Nancy boy wakes up he’s gonna be inna pretty pissy mood, not to mention hungry.” Spike explained. “Now go.” Fred obediently walked out of the room, leaving the two vampires alone. Spike locked the door and turned back to his sire.

Now the fun part: waking him up.

He marched over to the bed, cocking his head to the side at the sight of the prone form. Stupid Pillock, what kind of moron ends up in a metal box in the Pacific? The blonde snorted and stood above him, sneering. “Hey, nancy boy, get up.” He said, poking him roughly. “Come on, I’ve got food.” He called in a sing-song voice, swishing around a mug of blood he had brought up. Angel didn’t stir. Spike scowled.

Fine. Be that way.

“Hello!? Earth to Grand Master Poof!” He shouted in the vampire’s ear. Angel still didn’t stir. “Bloody hell, would you just wake up already, I don’t have all day….” He grumbled, setting the mug on the nightstand. He glared at Angel…

…and smacked him.

The vampire flinched slightly and Spike grinned. “Now we’re getting somewhere…” He said absently. He swung again, nailing him sharply in the face with the back of his hand. Angel began to stir. Spike backed away as the older vamp came too.

“Mmmm…” He muttered, sitting up slightly but not opening his eyes.

“‘ello, Peaches.” Spike said, grinning.

Angel’s eyes flew open.

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“Anya, do you think you’d be able to do this one?” Willow asked, handing over the text shewas reading to the vengeance demon. She could have done it, yes, but she was still wary of doing any magic.

“I might, I mean, it’s a bit powerful, but I think we have most of the stuff here.” Anya said, reading it over. “But I don’t read Beronian.”

“That’s alright. I’ve translated Beronian texts for Giles before, it won’t take me long to translate it.” Willow said with a small smile, taking the book back. She looked at Buffy, who was staring at her with hopeful eyes.

“Come on Buff, it looks like we’re free from the research thing. Wanna go get some doughnuts with me?” Xander asked gently, trying to coax Buffy from her chair. The sun had risen a few hours ago and all of them were pretty hungry, though no one had bothered to mention anything until now. “Come on, as much as I hate to say it we’ll have the Evil Undead back in no time.” He told her with a grin, extending his hand towards her. She smiled slightly and allowed him to pull her to her feet

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“So, Poof, did you have a nice na…” Spike didn’t get the last word out as Angel sprung from the bed, grabbing the younger vampire by the neck and slamming him against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” He growled, glaring at Spike with pure hatred.

“Saving your sorry arse, Poofter. Now get off.” Spike explained, trying to shrug free of Angel’s grasp. The struggle only resulted in the dark haired vamp tightening his hold.

“I’ll kill you.” He growled.

“Right. I come to LA for a nice peaceful chat with you, wind up freezing my arse off in the bloody ocean to save you, and you wanna kill me. You have a thing or two t’learn about gratitude, dontcha?” Spike said, glaring. He watched as a pained look crossed Angel’s face. “Ah, so your remembering ‘bout your little underwater adventure, aren’t you? You know, a big ole metal box, little window about yay big.” He said, smirking as he made motions with his hands.

“Connor…” Angel said grimly, evidently lost in thought.

“Ah yes, your kid. Thanks for tellin’ me ‘bout him, by the way. It’s good t’know you let your family in on these things.” He muttered sarcastically, trying once more to free himself from Angel’s grip.

“Why are you here?” Angel finally asked, his sour expression returning.

“I told you, I want to talk to you.” He said flatly, finally pulling the older vampire off of him. Spike looked Angel over as he took a step back. He made a face. “I know you’ve always been a sissy Poofter, but you look like hell.”

“Get out.” Angel commanded, glaring.

“Um, no.” Spike said cockily, walking around the older vamp and over to the nightstand. He grabbed the blood and turned back to him. “‘ere, eat something. You’re all thin and gross lookin’ and it’s creepin’ me out.” He said honestly. Angel eyed the liquid suspiciously, but didn’t drink it. Spike snorted. “Hell, why does everyone think I bloody poisoned their food? I’m not that low, I would at least kill you with my hands if I wanted too. You know, shred you into little pieces?”

Angel took the cup, but didn’t drink it.

“You know what? Fine, don’t eat. As long as it don’t effect your ability t’talk I don’t much care.” Spike growled impatiently.

“Why are you here?” Angel asked again, sitting down on the edge of the bed. His dark eyes were locked on Spike, watching his every moved like a hawk.

“Well, seems you ain’t so one of a kind anymore.” Angel gave him a confused look. Spike rolled his eyes. “Alright Poof, let’s think about this one, see if that brain in your head still works. You’re the only vampire with a soul, you’re not so one of a kind no more, and I’m here. Can we put two and two together now?”

It took a moment, but Angel’s eyes went wide in realization and he nearly dropped the mug.

“You laugh once and I’ll bloody tear your head from your shoulders.” Spike warned.

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“Well, did it work?” Dawn asked impatiently, looking at Anya and then down at the diagram on the floor.

“Well, if it’s just supposed to sit there, then yes, I’d say it worked.” Xander said, staring at the pattern as well.

“I don’t get it, I did everything right.” Anya huffed, double-checking her book to make sure they had scribbled the diagram correctly. She looked back between the text and the floor a few times and sighed. “I don’t know. It looks right.”

“Maybe it’s not the diagram, maybe I translated it wrong.” Willow chimed, grabbing the notepad Anya had read the spell from. “I can double check and see if…”

“I don’t think we have enough time for you to check it. I mean, the sun set in a few hours.” Anya said. Buffy flinched.

“I can hurry, I mean, if I just check to main stuff I could…” Willow began.

“No, just get the spell done. We’re going to find him either way.” Buffy said flatly.

“But Buff, if we don’t find him by sunset…”

“We’re going to find him. I don’t care when.” The slayer ground out. “Besides, even if we did find him before sunset, what could we do?” She added softly. Everyone remained silent, assuring her that there was nothing that could be done. “Just find him…”

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Spike couldn’t help but smirk at the emotions playing on Angel’s face. He decided not to try any witty comments and remained quiet, letting this new information sick into the Poof’s head. Angel was just sitting there, dumbfounded.

“Gypsies?” He asked suddenly, looking up at the blonde, still a bit shocked.

“Huh?”

“Were you cursed?”

“No, Peaches, unlike you and all your bloody righteousness I earned my soul. I didn’t get it for eatin’ some wacky hypno-lady.”

“You’re lying.” Angel said simply, now glaring at the younger vamp.

“Oh yes, Peaches, I came all the way out here t’tell you I’m just like you because it’s always been my dream, really. I want t’prance around bein’ all goody-goody and making sure my hair isn’t messed up.” Spike shot snidely. “Now, as much as I hate t’break your unbeatin’ heart, you’re not my bloody rolemodel! Cor, who the hell would want to be like you anyway? Sorry Grand-dads, but I earned this thing fair and square, I didn’t stumble upon it like you.”

“How?” He asked, standing.

“Well, I beat the shit outta a bunch of wankers and got one wish from some creepy demon.” He said, putting it simply.

“You wanted a soul?”

“No.” Spike snapped quickly. “I wanted… oh hell, I don’t know what I wanted.”

“So when you didn’t ask for anything, he gave you your soul?” Angel asked, his brow knitting.

“Who said I din’t ask for anything?”

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“Do you think he’s up yet?” Fred asked, casting a glance up the stairs from her perch on the counter.

“Doubt it.” Gunn said, not looking up from a magazine.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, for one, I don’t hear any fighting. Now, goin’ on those stories Angel told us about his ‘kid’, I’d say he won’t be very happy to see him when he gets up.”

Fred shrugged. “I guess you’re right. But he doesn’t seem that bad, really. I mean, he was sort of nice. Well, maybe he has a bit of an attitude, but still, what vampire doesn’t?”

They both jumped as Spike came tumbling down the stairs, crashing into the wall at the bottom.

“None that I know of.” Gunn said, standing. Fred followed after him, glancing nervously up the stairs.

“Hey man, why don’t you…” Gunn started, offering a hand to the fallen blond.

“Bugger off.” Spike muttered, climbing to his feet. He smirked as Angel emerged at the top of the stairs, scowling. Seems ole Peaches didn’t like the idea of him being what Buffy deserved. Grinning, he made his way back up the stairs. “S’matter Poof? We wouldn’t be jealous, would we?”

Angel punched him in the nose. Spike stumbled backwards, but caught himself on the banister. “Well, now we know where the Slayer picked up that little habit, don’t we?” He said, still grinning as he wiped the blood from his nose.

“She’ll never love you, Spike.” Angel growled, grabbing him by his collar and lifting him from the ground. He held him halfway over the banister, ready to throw him down to the ground.

“A bit late for that speech, mate.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“She has. In more ways than one, mind you.” Spike said with a grin. Angel snarled and pulled him away from the banister, slamming him against the wall behind him.

“No.”

“Um, yes.” Spike said with a nod. “Now le’go.” He pushed Angel away and glared at him.

“You’re a monster, Spike. You don’t know how to love anybody but yourself.” Angel ground out.

“I’m not arguing on the monster part, but I beg to differ on the second statement.” Spike sneered. Angel continued to glare, but didn’t say anything. “..that’s why I’m here.” Both remained silent for a few moments, Angel glaring and Spike looking expectant. Angel jumped as someone tapped his shoulder.

“Hi.” Fred said simply, grinning. She had wandered up the stairs, unnoticed by the feuding vampires.

“Fred.” Angel said, giving the girl a small smile. She lunged at his as soon as he spoke, hugging him.

“Wow. You’re here. I mean, it’s been so long. Four months, exactly, well, give or take a few days. It’s been kinda lonely around here without you and…”

“Fred, slow down.” Angel said, smirking as the girl rambled.

“Sorry.” She said sheepishly. “It’s just.. we missed you.” Angel looked down the stairs to find Gunn smirking at him.

“I missed you guys too.” He said, grinning.

“Liar.” Spike said simply. Everyone turned to face him. “What? The wanker was asleep, he din’t bloody miss you.”

Angel sent him flying down the stairs once more.

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“Anything?” Dawn asked, looking at Anya expectantly.

The demon sighed. “No. And this is the third spell we’ve tried, I don’t think it’s going to work.” She huffed, slamming the translations down on the table.

“We have to try again. I mean, we can’t just give up.” Buffy said, looking between her friends.

“And what do you suggest we do, Buff? Call God and ask if he’d be so kind as to tell us where Bleach Boy is?” Xander asked, a bit tired of researching. Researching to find him.

They all jumped when the phone rang. Buffy gave everyone a quick glance before standing and heading towards the phone quickly, hoping that it was him. “Hello?” All eyes locked on her as she listened, a mirage of emotions running over her face. After a few moments she hung up, looking a bit stunned.

“Buffy?” Dawn asked quietly.

Buffy snapped to attention, obviously forgetting about whatever had been bugging her. Rushing over to where she had been seated, she grabbed her jacket and made her way quickly to the door.

“Buffy, who was it?” Willow asked.

“God.” The slayer answered simply as she rushed out the door.

Everyone in the room exchanged looks before Dawn stood up and followed quickly after her sister.

TBC….