Title:  Make My Day
Rating: U17 (eventually)
Season V
Disclaimer:  I’m just playing with Joss’s characters.  Don’t sue me, I’m poor!
Distribution: Take it if you want it; just tell me where.
Summary:  A sequel to my shorter fic “Someday Soon”.  Will probably make a lot more sense if you read that first.  It begins immediately after Spike leaves Buffy’s home to get a new shirt. Takes place during Season V, but totally non-canon.


MAKE MY DAY


Anyone observing the vampire’s progress from the Slayer’s home on Revello Drive to his crypt in Restfield Cemetery would have been sure Spike was channeling three different people.

He would go along quietly for a while, a sweet smile on his face, practically humming.

(She let me touch her, let me kiss her, let me touch... she touched me!  She defended me to her corn fed boyfriend)

Then he would be reminded that she had shrunk away from him, horrified at herself and denying he was capable of loving her.  Soon, he would be in game face, snarling and kicking over signs and tombstones.

(Bloody, fuckin’ Poof! Got her convinced I can’t love without a soul.  As soon as she’s well, she’s gonna go rushin’ back to Capt’n Cardboard and she’ll probably deny there was ever anything between us.)

Memories of what she’d be denying – the things she’d allowed him to do to her, the things she’d done to him, soon had him swaggering and smirking as he relived the last couple of hours.

(She sucked my dick! The Slayer put her hot little mouth on me and got me off. And she came for me.  Made her scream, I did.  Like to see Capt’n Cardboard do that!)

He was so wrapped up in his rapidly changing inner movie,that he almost failed to notice the heartbeats coming from his open crypt.  A sudden whiff of an unfamiliar scent had him stopping to sniff the air and listen.  He blended back into the shadows to assess what his senses were telling him.  As rash and impulsive as Spike could be, he hadn’t survived 126 years as a vampire by being stupid.

He remained hidden in the dark shrubbery, still as only a corpse can be, and waited to see who or what was in his home.

(Well, there’s a surprise)  he thought when Riley and two of his friends stepped cautiously out of the door.  The commando was holding a wooden stake and his friend had a crossbow.

“Let’s call it a night, Finn,” Graham said wearily.  “He’s not here and who knows if he will be. You probably scared him off when you told Buffy you were coming over and he’s halfway to LA by now.”

Spike growled softly at the suggestion that he would run from Buffy at the first sign of danger.  He mentally cursed the chip in his head that made it impossible for him to follow his instincts and rip their heads off.

Riley glared around menacingly for several more minutes, then sighed and reluctantly agreed to leave.

“All right. I’ll get him some other time.  I’m sure he’s still around.  I’ll find him and when I do, I’ll make sure he knows never to come near her again.  Assuming he doesn’t take care of the problem himself, “ he added with a glance over his shoulder into the crypt.

“Exactly,” Graham said, slapping Riley on the back.  “At a minimum, he’ll get the message; and if you’re lucky.....” The two soldiers moved away and headed for the gate, their voices trailing off as they left.

When the sound of their booted feet was gone, Spike moved slowly toward his home.  He got almost to the door and then, deciding he’d rather enter through the sewers, he moved off to drop down the nearest manhole.  A quick sprint through the tunnels and he was entering his lower level bedroom and looking around cautiously.

The downstairs seemed undisturbed and he breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn’t discovered the door to that area.  He went up the ladder carefully and peeked out into the main room.  The first thing that caught his eye was the booby trap set up near his door.  A crossbow had been rigged to go off as soon as someone stepped into the thin wire running across the doorway.

He congratulated himself on his astute thinking as he disconnected the trap and added the crossbow to his stash of weapons.  He went back downstairs, changed his shirt and headed back to Buffy’s, traveling by way of the sewers just in case they were still out looking for him.

He got back to the house on Revello drive to find a sleeping Slayer curled up on the couch under the blanket.  Spike carefully turned off the lights in the house, then sat beside her for a few minutes just watching her sleep.  Her lips were slightly parted and her warm breath stirred tendrils of hair hanging in her face.  Without thinking, he reached a hand forward and gently moved the hair off her face.

The memory of his promise to leave her alone until they vanquished Glory, warred with the desire that he always felt around her.  Now that he’d felt those lips, tasted her essence, touched her skin, his demon was screaming to possess her at the same time that William was mentally composing poems to her.

Somewhat to Spike’s surprise, William won the battle and he was able to sit quietly and watch her sleep without feeling a need to rip off her clothes and make her his completely.

He watched her for a long time, then shook himself out of the pleasant fantasy he was having.  Bending down carefully, he gently picked her up, blanket and all, and began carrying her upstairs.  He hadn’t got very far when he felt her breathing increase and her heart rate go up.

She raiser her head from its resting place on his chest and breathed, “Spike?”

“You know any other vampires that’d be carrying your useless body around in the middle of the night, Slayer?” he asked with a smile that she heard rather than saw.  “And, by the way, pet, lettin’ a vamp watch you sleep and pick you up without waking up?  Not a good career move.”

He finished talking without being able to keep the edge of concern out of his voice.  Her Slayer senses should have told her there was a vampire in the room and he was worried that they hadn’t.

Buffy was quiet for a few seconds, then she said softly, “I knew it was you. I can always tell.”

He unconsciously pulled her a little tighter against his chest at her quiet confirmation that she was as aware of him as he was of her. 

When they reached the second floor and he started to turn toward her room, Buffy blushed and said, “not yet, Spike.  I really, really need to pee first.  You were gone a long time.”

“Sorry about that, pet.  Took a little longer than I expected.”

“Did you run into trouble?” she asked anxiously.  “Are there too many demons and vampires out there now?”

“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle, love.  And, no, there aren’t anymore than usual. Your watcher and I have been keepin’ them down for you.  Don’t worry yourself.”

“Oh.” She looked at him suspiciously, but decided not to press the issue. 

Spike carried her into the bathroom, set her down carefully beside the toilet, then backed out the door saying, “Give me a shout when you’re ready, Slayer.”

When Buffy had finished struggling with her sweats so that she could use the toilet, had washed her hands and brushed her teeth, she called Spike’s name softly and he instantly opened the door.  She smiled at him and said, “It’ll be nice to sleep in my own bed again for a change.  The couch was getting old.”

“Your mom should have called me sooner, pet.  No reason why I couldn’t have got you downstairs in the morning and back up here every night.”

As he spoke, he was scooping her up and edging through the door, being careful not to bump her head or her leg on the jamb.  He carried her into her room and stood her up while he quickly turned down the bed for her.  Buffy hobbled toward the bed and allowed herself to fall onto it, flailing around as she tried to turn over with casts on one arm and one leg.

“You look like a turtle what’s been flipped on its back, Slayer,” Spike chuckled as she squirmed around until she was on her back with her head on the pillow.  He pulled the blankets up over her and fought the urge to bend in and kiss her “good night.”  His hand lingered for a second as he pulled the covers up to her chin, but he remembered his promise and moved it firmly back to his side before it could get him in trouble.

“Very funny, Spike,” she grumbled to cover up how badly she wanted his hand to remain on her a little longer. 

He straightened up and took an unnecessary breath before turning off the light and moving toward the door.

“Good night, Slayer,” he said quietly.  “I’ll be downstairs if you need me for anything.”

“Good night, Spike.....and...and...thank you,” she almost whispered, knowing his vampire ears would hear her.

“You’re welcome, Buffy,” he whispered back as he went down the stairs.  “You’re welcome, love.”

*************************

The following morning as soon as Buffy started stirring, before she even had time to call for him, Spike was at her door asking if she wanted to get up yet.  He helped her sit up, then carried her to the bathroom, repeating the routine of the night before.  When she was finished in the bathroom, he took her back into her room and sat her down again while he brushed her hair.  As they had before, both of them got lost in the sensual pleasure of the activity.  Buffy relaxed as she enjoyed the feeling of gentle brush strokes on her head.  Spike was mesmerized by the scent and feel of her silky blond locks and he continued to brush long after her hair was hanging down her back smoothly.

Eventually Buffy’s stomach rumbled and the spell was broken as she blushed and came back to herself.  Spike startled and stopped what he was doing to ask her, “Does that mean you’re ready for breakfast, Slayer?”

“I guess it does,” she admitted somewhat embarrassed by her body’s demands.

“Breakfast it is, then,” he said cheerfully as he stood back up and pulled her to her feet.  “Ready, Slayer?”

Pulling Buffy to her feet left them standing only a few inches apart, with Spike still holding the hands he used to pull her up.  Buffy could feel the heat flooding her face and body as she stood there, swaying slightly and waiting for him to pick her up.  She looked away from his penetrating eyes and held herself stiffly.  Memories of what happened the last time they stood that close together crowded her mind and sent her pulse rate skyrocketing.  She tried to ignore the warm feeling his nearness was creating, and she fought off the shivers that were her body’s reaction to being held in his powerful arms.

(Oh my god.  How are we going to do this?  How are we going to get through the next couple days when we can’t even stand close together without....)

When Spike felt the stiff and unyielding body he was carrying, he forced himself to hold it as far away from his own as possible.  He resisted the urge to bury his nose in her hair; instead walking carefully down the stairs without looking at or speaking to her.  When they reached the kitchen, he set her down easily on a stool so that her immobile leg would have room to stretch out and he moved away from her quickly.

He tried to ignore the ache in his chest when she continued to refuse to meet his eyes.  The whole time he was fixing her cereal, getting her juice and fruit, she remained sitting stiffly on the stool, only looking at him when she had to.  She ate in silence while Spike warmed up his blood and drank it with her.  To an outside observer, it would have looked like any young couple having their coffee and cereal together in the morning.  But the tension in the room was so thick the air was almost vibrating.

When the uncomfortable meal was over, Spike put the dishes in the sink to wash later and stood up.  When he held out his arms, Buffy’s eyes flew to his face in a panic. The vampire bit his lip and growled out,  “Sod it all, Slayer.  I made you a promise and I’ll bloody well keep it! Stop actin’ like you’re trapped with a serial rapist and relax, will you?”

He picked her up before she could answer him and carried her quickly to the living room.  He placed her carefully on the couch and pulled the blanket up around her before he said anything else.  When she still couldn’t look at him, he sighed and sat back on his heels in front of her.

“Slayer,” he said quietly.  She shot a quick look at him, then her eyes went back down to the floor.  “Buffy,” his voice shook slightly,  “Look at me, love, please?”

Reluctantly, she raised her eyes to look into his and flinched at the hurt she saw in there. 

“Buffy,” he began,  “I keep my word, love.  I promised not to push the issue and I meant it.  I’m not going to...to take advantage of you when you’re vulnerable.  I would never do anything to hurt you, Buffy. “ His eyes pleaded with her to believe him.   “Don’t be afraid of me, pet.  Please?”

“I’m...I’m not afraid of you,” she said, forcing herself to look him in the eye.  “It’s not you I’m afraid of.”

(It’s me, and the way you make me feel. The things you make me want to do.)

As though he could read her thoughts, Spike relaxed and stood up, regaining his usually cocky demeanor.

“Then I’ll do my best not to be so irresistible, Slayer.”  He laughed at her eyeroll as he went back toward the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes. Suddenly the tension was gone and they were comfortable with each other again.  They spent the rest of the afternoon watching Passions and playing cards, indulging in their usual snarky banter.

Chapter Two

Since Buffy wasn’t able to leave home, the Scoobies meetings were being held in her living room.  The first to arrive later that evening was Giles.  The Watcher raised an eyebrow when he found the vampire sitting comfortably in the easy chair, sipping blood from a cup that looked very familiar to the librarian. 

“ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad you’re here, Spike.  I would like to speak with you. If I could?”  He gestured toward the kitchen with his head.

“What could you have to say to Spike that I can’t hear?” Buffy asked in an offended tone of voice.  She glared at the vampire as though he was responsible for trying to hide something from her.  Spike just shrugged and looked at the Watcher curiously.

Giles took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose before beginning, “Riley came by the shop today to tell me that he thought Spike was working a thrall over you and he wanted me to know that he was planning to—“ He stopped as the other Brit jumped to his feet and interrupted him.

“Already got the memo, Watcher.  No need to bother the Slayer with it. “ He looked hard at the older man, willing him to do what he was asking.

“Then you know he—“

“Yep, all taken care of”

“Oh, well, good then,”

Buffy stared back and forth between the two men, knowing she was missing something in the conversation but reluctant to admit it.

“So, is that like a British thing?  This whole talking without actually saying anything?”

“We understood each other, Slayer,” Spike said with another meaningful glance at her Watcher.

Buffy forgot to pursue the cryptic conversation between her Watcher and her temporary nurse as the other Scoobies trickled in and greeted her.

“Whoa, Buffster, You must be feeling better – you’re all clean and shiny.”

Xander’s praise for her looks just reminded her of how much she’d allowed herself to wallow in self-pity until Spike came over and she shot him a grateful look before saying, “Yeah.  Somebody pointed out to me that I was turning into messy, stinky Buffy. So we fixed it.”

She could see Willow’s eyes grow big as she took in Spike’s presence and the absence of Dawn and Joyce, but her friend didn’t say anything.  Willow knew Xander’s ability to deny what he didn’t want to know about Buffy would prevent him from making the connection between Spike’s presence and Buffy’s clean clothes and hair. 

Just as they had all settled down with soft drinks and chips to begin going over what little Giles had been able to learn from the books they recovered as well as his inquiries to the Council, there was a knock on the front door.  Surprised glances were exchanged as they looked around and saw no one missing. 

As Xander went to answer the door, Giles gestured toward the kitchen with his head and Spike reluctantly moved to where he couldn’t be seen from the front door.   The door opened to reveal an agitated Riley standing outside.  He shouldered his way past Xander and strode into the living room. 

“And, hello to you, too, Riley,” the young brunette snarked as he followed the soldier back into the room.

Riley flashed him an apologetic look, but focused on Buffy.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having a meeting tonight?  I wouldn’t have known anything about it if I hadn’t seen Willow and Tara walking this way.”

Buffy stared back at him, her brain working frantically.  She realized that not only had she not thought to invite Riley to the Scoobie meeting, she hadn’t even thought about him at all the whole day.  Guilt made her stammer and try to apologize for excluding him, even though she knew no one else in the room considered him a part of their Scoobie gang.

“I....I’m sorry, Riley.  I guess I just got busy doing....stuff, and I probably just figured you’d be by tonight anyway.”  She brightened up at that thought.  “Yes, that’s it.  I just assumed you’d be here tonight, so I didn’t bother to call you.”

Pleased with how she’d handled the situation, she sat back on her pillows and beamed at him.

He hesitated a few seconds as though he knew she’d made it up on the spot, but then relaxed and went over to sit by her on the couch.  A soft growl from the kitchen made him look up and he turned an interesting shade of purple when he saw Spike glaring at him from the doorway.

“What the hell is HE doing here?” he shouted at Buffy as he leapt to his feet.  “I distinctly told you to get rid of him.  Didn’t you listen to a word I said?”  He glared back and forth between Spike and Buffy completely missing the surprised looks on her friends’ faces.

He also, unfortunately for him, missed the thoroughly pissed off look on the Slayer’s face as he upbraided her for not following his instructions.

“I thought I made it pretty clear that I would do whatever was best for me and my family, regardless of what you ‘TOLD’ me to do.” 

She glared back at her angry boyfriend, emphasizing his words.   She struggled to contain her amazed outrage that he actually expected her to do what he said just because he said it.  She remembered the phone conversation yesterday and his casual dismissal of her calling, as well as his jealousy over the time she spent on it.

  “Spike is the only one other than me strong enough to protect us from Glory.  He and Willow are my best weapons at the moment.  At least until I get back on my feet.  These people are my support system and my back-up.  I am NOT one of your ‘men’ to be ordered about and I WILL make my own decisions about who is welcome in my house.  Get used to it or get out.”

She blew out an exasperated breath and, fixing him with a steely green eye, waited to see what he would do.  Riley looked around the room and saw little or no sympathy on the faces of the people Buffy referred to as her support system.  The vampire, of course, was openly contemptuous, but he was surprised to see that her Watcher was also nodding approvingly.

His sense that he knew much less than he thought he did about his girl and her life became overwhelming and he sank back onto the couch cushions shaking his head at himself.   Buffy continued to glare at him for a time, then shook herself and turned back to her Watcher.

“So, Giles.  Did the Council have any information on Glory.  Who or what she is?”

“They are looking into it.  At this point all we know for sure is that she is looking for the missing “key” and that it had been under the protection of the monks until she located them and killed them all.  They will contact me as soon as they have ascertained what the key is, and what it is to be used for.  In the meantime, we must assume she will continue to pursue you and everyone associated with you in an attempt to find out where it is.”

“Speaking of—“ Xander was stopped by Willow’s hand gripping his leg very hard.  “Ow! Will. What was that for?”

His best friend shook her head slightly and rolled her eyes toward Riley, reminding Xander that the ex-commando was not in on the secret about Dawn’s origin. There was an uncomfortable silence as Xander tried to recover without giving too much away.  He decided to continue his line of thought and hope Riley didn’t make the connection between what he’d started to say and his actual words.

“Sorry. Change of subject.  Buffy, where’s Dawn?  Shouldn’t she be home from school by now?”

“She’s staying at Janice’s for a couple of days.  Apparently she would rather I yell at Spike when I get bored than at her,” Buffy said ruefully with an embarrassed shrug.

“She’ll be around tomorrow,” the vampire said quietly, with a wink at the Watcher.  “She’s coming to my crypt after school so I can help her with her history homework.  I have some old books I told her she could look into.  I’ll run to the crypt and meet her there tomorrow afternoon then walk her home when we’re finished.”

“What!” Riley shot upright, forgetting that he was trying to keep a low profile until Buffy calmed down.  “Buffy! You can’t let her go to his crypt!”

Buffy stared at him in surprise.  “Why not?  Surely you’re not going to argue that she’s not safe there?  That’s where I send her and my mom when I can’t be with them.  Gl-no one will be looking for her in a crypt.”

“Yeah, GI Joe,” the vampire drawled with a smirk.  “Why can’t the Niblet go to my crypt?  She knows the way, and she knows how to open the door.  She’ll just go on in, find the books and wait for me—“

“No!”  The outburst from the larger man surprised everyone except Spike and the Watcher.  Riley looked at Giles for support, but the older man was busy shuffling through the papers on his lap and refused to look up.

“Giles,” the man said meaningfully.  “Help me convince Buffy that Dawn shouldn’t go there.”

Giles looked up as though he had just realized what Spike had said and frowned nervously.  “Oh dear.  Yes, I had almost forgotten.” He turned to Buffy with an innocent look and said, “I believe Riley is right, Buffy.  It would be best if Dawn not go to Spike’s abode just yet.  Perhaps in a few days?”  He looked at Riley inquiringly.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Buffy’s normal lack of patience was being sorely tested at Giles and Spike’s obvious knowledge of something pertaining to Dawn – or to Spike’s crypt, she suddenly realized.

Turning to her boyfriend, she asked in a deceptively calm tone, “Tell me, Riley,  Why would it be bad for Dawn to go to Spike’s crypt right now?  Is there a reason why you think it’s not safe?”  She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes as though she was expecting a real answer.

When he just stood there looking uncomfortable, Spike couldn’t resist another dig.  “Yeah, tell us, there, Capt’n.  Is there some reason Dawn wouldn’t be safe if she tried to go into my crypt?  Maybe one of the witches could come with her, if you think it’s too dangerous.  One of them could go in first...you know, just to be sure it was safe?”

The furious man turned toward the vampire, his face twisted with anger and hate.

“Your crypt is no place for Buffy’s mother and sister, or for Buffy or any of her friends.  And....and...it could be dangerous.” He looked at Giles for help, but the Watcher just stared blandly back at him.

“Why is that, Riley?” Buffy’s tone was still calm, but there was a distinct Slayer edge to it.  “Why are you so sure Spike’s crypt would be dangerous for Dawn?  And why do you think Giles should agree with you?  And why,” she whirled to glare at the vampire trying his best to look innocent, “are YOU trying so hard to make him say why it’s dangerous?”

She glared back and forth between the three men, frustrated because she couldn’t cross her arms angrily or tap her foot.  She settled for putting her one bendable arm on her hip and holding the immobile one out at her side.

Spike slipped out of the room into the kitchen, unwilling to be the one who told Buffy what Riley had done to his crypt.  He wanted the man to admit what he’d done, but he also wanted him to realize how close he might have come to killing or injuring Dawn or one of the Scoobies.  When he stopped to think about what could have happened to someone Buffy cared about if he hadn’t happened to catch them in the act, his normally room temperature blood ran cold. 

(Bloody bastard!  It’s one thing for him to try to kill me, but to risk the Niblet....If I didn’t have this chip, I’d rip his entrails out and wrap them around his throat.)

Meanwhile, in the living room, Riley now had everyone’s attention as they waited for him to answer Buffy’s question.  Standing up straight and looking at Giles accusingly, he said,  “Apparently it would be safe for anyone to walk in there.... now.”

The Watcher looked back at him and said mildly, “I didn’t tell him.  He already knew.  I guess it didn’t work as well as you’d hoped.”

When the soldier continued to glare at him, Giles let a trace of the Ripper enter his voice as he added,  “For which you should be very grateful.  It well could have been Dawn, or any one of us.”

The sound of the coffee table being kicked across the room brought everyone’s attention back to the thoroughly angry Slayer.  The force of the kick caused her to lose her balance when she put her weight on the leg with the cast and she fell back onto the couch, spoiling the effect somewhat.  But there was no mistaking the tone of her voice or the look in her eye.

“Someone, and I don’t care who, is going to tell me right now what all this mysterious talking about things without actually saying anything is all about,” she ground out very slowly.

“I believe that would be your job, Agent Finn,” Giles said as he got up and joined Spike in the kitchen. The rest of the group looked back and forth between Buffy and Riley with puzzled frowns.

Riley took a deep breath and looked at Buffy.  He was surprised to find himself cringing away from the tiny, temporarily crippled woman glaring at him from the couch. Clutching his righteous indignation around him like a protective cloak, he said firmly, “I thought Spike was working a thrall on you that you would let him touch you and stay in your house, so I was going to make sure he left town.  When we couldn’t find him at home, we set up a booby trap at the entrance to his crypt.  It was just meant to run him off.  I knew you wouldn’t let me stake him, so we decided to scare him away.” He paused for a second. “In hindsight, it wasn’t a very good idea, I guess.”

“You GUESS?”

Her boyfriend shuffled his feet and looked at the rug intently.

“I didn’t think about the possibility of anyone else coming in the door before he did.  I’m sorry, Buffy.  It just made me crazy to think about him being here with you all the time.  I don’t like it.”

“Get out,” she said without inflection.

“Buf—“

“Get out now, Riley.  When I’ve calmed down enough to talk about this, I’ll call you.  Right now I have a skanky bitch with superpowers to worry about and I need to finish my meeting with my friends.  ALL of my friends.”

“And that doesn’t include me?”

“Not at the moment it doesn’t.  Maybe when I get over the idea that your jealousy might have cost my sister her life, it will.  But not right now.”

His shoulders slumped as Riley nodded his head in resignation and walked toward the door.  Before he had even pulled it shut behind him, Buffy had already turned away from him and said, “Now, where were we?”

“Pretty much nowhere, Buffy,” Willow admitted.  “Until we know more about Glory and what she wants the key for, we won’t have much idea of how to fight her.”

“I’m afraid Willow is correct, Buffy.  I will contact the Council again and push them to dig a little deeper, but until we have more information on Glory, we will just have to try to stay away from her.” Giles and Spike had come back into the living room when they heard the door shut behind her boyfriend.

“Wonderful,” Buffy grumbled.  “Maybe she’ll take a vacation or something until I’m back on my feet.”

“Speaking of that, how do you feel?  When do you think you will be ready to start training again?”

“Well, my ribs are all healed,” she avoided looking at Spike as she said that, knowing she would turn red all over if she did.  “I’m guessing the arm and leg will be strong enough to get rid of the casts in a day or so.  Then I’ll just have to see how strong I feel.  Maybe by the end of the week?” she looked at her Watcher hopefully.

“Whenever you feel ready, Buffy.  I don’t want to rush you and create more problems, but we will all breathe a little easier when you are back in top form.”

With nothing left to talk about, except Buffy’s explosion at Riley, which no one wanted to discuss in front of her, the meeting soon broke up and Buffy said good night to her friends.  Giles was the last one to leave, and he paused before he went out the door.

Looking back and forth between Spike and Buffy, he cleared his throat several times before finally saying, “I would be the first one to admit that Riley should not have tried to tell you what to do, nor should he have taken matters into his own hands in such a dangerous fashion.  However,” he gave the vampire a long look, “it is fairly obvious that he is not totally wrong to be concerned about the amount of time Spike is spending with you and I think in all fairness to him, you need to acknowledge that, Buffy.”

Buffy’s face went completely white as she stammered, “Wha- what are you talking about, Giles?  Spike is just extra muscle.  Muscle that I need right now.”

If the Watcher had had any doubt that things between his Slayer and the vampire were not as platonic as he would have liked, the expression on her face would have banished them immediately.

He took his glasses off, cleaned and replaced them before he answered her.  “It is quite apparent that Spike’s interest in your...well-being is more than that of a comrade in arms.  I can see it, your family and friends see it—“ He was interrupted by a snort from the vampire.

“If the whelp had any idea how I feel about her, I’d have stakes stickin’ out all over my body.”

“Yes, well, with the possible exception of the willingly oblivious Xander, that is.  My point is, the more Buffy defends you and the longer you are in this house, the more Riley has to be angry about.  At this point, I would prefer we not have to worry about the actions of a jealous boyfriend when we are dealing with a powerful enemy.”

Buffy’s lower lip jutted out stubbornly.  “This is the first time in a week that I’ve been able to sleep in my own bed and take a shower or wash my hair.  Spike is staying until I get these casts off, and that’s that.  Riley will just have to deal.”

“I’m not suggested you do without Spike’s .....assistance if and when you need it. I am suggesting that you understand Riley’s reluctance to having his girl friend spending so much time in the company of another man who clearly has feelings for her.”

“He can be as reluctant as he wants,” Buffy grumbled, “but he is NOT going to be giving me orders  - about Spike or anything else!”  She attempted to stomp her foot for emphasis, and ended up falling back onto the couch again.

“Yes, well, no doubt he is rapidly finding that you do not follow orders very well,” her Watcher said with a grimace.  “And if not, I would be most happy to educate him on that subject.”  He pulled the door open and started out the door, ignoring her indignant, “Hey!”

“Good night, Buffy, Spike.”



When the door closed behind the Watcher, Buffy threw herself back against the couch and groaned.

“Life wasn’t difficult enough – now I’ve got to worry about Riley going berserk and staking you.  I don’t have time for this!”

Spike came over and sat down near, but not touching her.

“The Watcher’s right, love.  It doesn’t make sense to antagonize him. The wanker’s little trick with the cross bow could have killed or injured Dawn or anyone else who came in there.”

Buffy stared at him in amazement.  “Excuse me?  Who are you and what have done with Spike?  You know, William the Bloody? Vampire?  Lives to annoy people and make their lives miserable?” 

“Oh, I’m planning to make him just as miserable as I can,” he grinned at her.  “But what set him off this time was you defending me to him yesterday and it could have got somebody hurt.  Somebody you DO care about,” he added so softly she almost didn’t hear him.

She couldn’t figure out what to do or say about his last statement, so she chose to ignore it.

“He is NOT going to tell me what to do!”

“I think he’s startin’ to get that, pet.  You just let me worry about defending myself and I’ll try not to give him any more reasons to be jealous.  Not that I’m goin’ anywhere until you’re all better,” he added hastily.  “But I’ll keep out of sight when he’s around and you can promise not to rub it in his face that I’m takin’ care of you.”

She looked at his downcast face and surprised herself by taking his cool hand in her own warm ones.

“If he knew what you...we...did... he’d kill you.   You know that, right?”

The vampire raised his eyes to her face, surprised that she was willing to talk about what he stubbornly insisted to himself was the love-making they had indulged in the day before.  When he saw the worry on her face, his heart lurched and he felt a warmth in his chest.  He reached his other hand up to her cheek and gently stroked it.

“Nobody except us knows about that, love.  And nobody will.  I already promised you there’d be no repeatin’ until we get rid of that Glory bint.  Not gonna give the soldier any reason to dust me.  Not as long as you need me to help you protect the Niblet, anyway. Can’t help how I feel about you.  And, accordin’ to the Watcher, I’m not real good at hidin’ it; but I’ll do my best to keep a low profile when I need to until we get this sorted out.”

“I’m not giving you up just because he’s a dumbass,” she muttered, trying not to lean into the cool hand still stroking her cheek.  “He’s got no reason to...” Her voice trailed off as she remembered that her behavior the day before would have given him every reason to worry about Spike’s presence in her house if he’d known about it.

She met Spike’s amused expression as he raised his eyebrow skeptically and she blushed all over.  She dropped his hands quickly and pulled back from him.  She tried to ignore the twinge of regret she felt when his hand was no longer touching her cheek.

“Well, he doesn’t know about that little....mistake...yesterday, so he’s just being stupid!”  She chose not to see how Spike flinched when she called what they did a mistake.

(It WAS a mistake.  It had to be.  I can’t get involved with another vampire. Especially one without a soul.  One that thinks he loves me, that protects my family, that watches my back, that is a great kisser....gah!  Don’t think about the kissing, or the—No! Not thinking about that.  It never happened.  Just a daydream.  That’s all it was.  A very real, very sexy, daydream. )

Spike’s face had closed down when she pulled back and went into her internal denial dialogue.  He had to fight the urge to grab her and kiss her until she was no longer able to deny the attraction between them, but his inner William insisted that he keep his promise not to push the issue.

(She’s gonna need me to help with this hell-bitch.  I can’t afford to do anything that would make her want to push me away.  Got to let her know that she can count on me without worryin’ I’m gonna be tryin’ to seduce her.  I don’t want her to be afraid to be around me.)

“You’ll work it out, Slayer,” he said flatly as he moved away from her on the couch.  “Soon’s you get those casts off and don’t need me anymore, I’ll disappear for a while and you two can kiss and make up.”

Buffy’s eyes flew to his and he couldn’t help being warmed by the fear on her face.  “Disappear?  Where will you go?  What if I need you?”

“Don’t worry, love,” he closed his eyes and tried to shake off the mental image of Riley kissing her.  “I won’t really be gone anywhere. I just won’t be around where your boy friend can see me and get his knickers in a twist.  You’ll be able to find me if...when you need me.”

“Oh, okay then,” she said dubiously. “I guess that will work.  Mom should be back tomorrow and maybe you can just bring me up and down stairs and then go down to the basement or back to your crypt to sleep during the day.”

She looked at him hesitantly and offered, “We can ask Willow to put some protection wards around your crypt to keep Riley out.  Just in case....”

“I’ll be all right, pet.  Don’t worry yourself about it.  Big Bad here, remember?”

(I’m trying to remember that, Spike.  I’m really trying, but you keep making it harder and harder.)

Aloud, she said,  “Yeah, I remember.  You just need to remember that chip makes you a little less bad than you used to be.  And a lot more vulnerable,” she added with a nervous smile.

“Worried about me, Slayer?” he asked, doing his best to sound sarcastic rather than hopeful.

“Hah! That’ll be the day when I worry about an annoying, fashion-challenged, Billy Idol wannabe.”  She tossed her head and smiled to take the sting out of her words. “Now, carry me upstairs, please. I have important healing to do.”

“That you do, love.  The sooner the better.” He said as he scooped her up and headed for the stairs.  “If I get caught playing nursemaid to the Slayer, I’ll have to kill the entire demon population of Sunnydale just to save my reputation.”

“You don’t have any reputation to save,” she snarked at him.

“Watch it, Missy.  I might ‘accidentally’ drop you all way down these stairs.”

She giggled and wriggled as best she could with her immobilized limbs.  He smiled down at her and pretended to let go, then caught her before she could hit the floor and clutched her against his body tightly.

“No, you won’t,” she said softly, relaxing into his chest.  “I know you won’t let me fall.”

“No, Slayer,” he whispered into her hair.  “I won’t let you fall.  I’ll never let you fall.”

***************


When they reached the second floor, Spike repeated the routine of the night before, depositing her in the bathroom and coming back for her when she called for him.

He put her on the bed, then stood up quickly and moved toward the door.

“I’ll just let you go to sleep now, Slayer.  Give you a chance to knit those bones up and get back on your feet.” 

( Give me a chance to get away from your scent, the feel of your skin, those things that are making me so hard I’m not going to be able to walk in a minute.)

Buffy looked slightly disappointed, but burrowed under the covers and yawned as she said, “Yep. That’s what I’m gonna do.  Get to sleep and get my bones better.  Lots of sleep.”

She looked up at him with her hair spread around her head like a golden veil and her eyes searching his face as though there was some secret hidden there.  “Spike?” she asked softly.  “Why are you so different from other vampires?”

“Dunno, love.  Always have been – in spite of Angelus’ and Darla’s best attempts to cure me.” He grinned at her and blew her a kiss as he went out the door.  “Good night, Slayer.  Sleep tight.”

(I love you.)

“Good night, Spike.  Don’t do anything to get yourself staked.”

(Don’t leave me.  I’m not ready for you to leave me.)
 

Chapter Three

At Buffy’s insistence, as soon as Joyce returned from her trip she took Buffy in for X rays of her broken arm and leg.  The doctor made no comment as he checked her well-healed ribs and looked at the X rays of the broken bones that also seemed to be healed.  He looked inquiringly at Joyce and Buffy to see if they were going to volunteer any information as to how bones managed to knit themselves together in less than 2 weeks, but he was greeting with identical innocent looking “dumb blond” smiles and gave it up with a sigh.

“All right, Ms. Summers.  I’ll cut those casts off right now and you can begin physical therapy tomo-“

“That’s all right,” Buffy interrupted him.  “I, uh, I have my own...uh...trainer to help me get strong and flexible again.  Just get my casts off, please.”

Shaking his head at her stubbornness, he agreed, saying, “Well, since you’ve only been in the casts a couple of weeks, you probably haven’t lost that much mobility anyway.  I guess you’ll be fine.”

“Oh I will be!” Buffy assured him with her best cheerleader smile.

She had her mother drop her at the Magic Box on the way back from the doctor’s so that she could let Giles know how much better she was.  She was amazed to see that the shop seemed full of customers.  A closer look showed her some familiar faces and she frowned when she realized she was looking at a delegation from the Watcher’s Council.

“Well, this can’t be good,” she muttered as she came the rest of the way into the shop.

“Ah, Ms Summers,” one of the tweed-clad men said with pseudo cheerfulness. “How good to see you again!”

Buffy was sure she was supposed to know his name, but drew a complete blank and looked at Giles for assistance.

“Yeah, likewise, I’m sure.  What do you guys want now?  Am I in trouble again?”

“You might say that, Ms. Summers,” the first man glared at her, deploring her lack of manners.  “We are here to discuss Glory and your possible lines of defense.”

“Oh!” Buffy was suddenly much more cordial.  “Well, what did you find out about her?  How do I kill her?”

There was a certain amount of throat clearing and feet shuffling among the group until Buffy’s obviously growing impatience forced a reply.

“She is a god,” one of them said flatly. “We don’t know how you kill her.  We’re not sure it can be done.”

“Excuse me?  She’s a what?  Please tell me you meant to say ‘a dog’ and just mixed up your consonants.”

“I’m afraid not,” a dark young man with a bookish look to him stepped forward.  “She is very old and from a race of hell-gods.  She is looking for a mystical key that can be used to open a portal and release her to return to her hell dimension.  Unfortunately, opening the portal will also permit things from that hell dimension to enter our world.  Very unpleasant things,” he added unnecessarily.

“And she needs this...key...to do this?”

“Uh, yes. She requires the key, which, for some reason she seems to think you are protecting.....” he paused to allow Buffy to enlighten them, but when she didn’t he went on, “And she only has until the end of this month to use it.  After that, it will be another thousand years before the portals will be lined up again.”

“So,” Buffy thought out loud,  “All we have to do is keep her from finding the key till the end of the month, and then we’re home free, right?”  She fixed them with a lethal glare.  “Or is there more?”

“Well, only that she will undoubtedly be extremely angry if she doesn’t get back to her home...”

“We’ve already had the pleasure of seeing her lose her temper, thank you very much.  I’d rather kill her.”

“Yes, quite. Well, we will continue to look into that possibility....” His voice trailed off as he melted back into the crowd of tweed jackets.

“Do you have a plan, Ms. Summers?” one of the interchangeable watchers inquired.

“Hide the key, kill anything that tries to get near...it, and find a way to kill the skank.  That’s pretty much it.”  Buffy stuck her lower lip out and dared them to challenge her plan.

“And how do you intend to do this,” the first watcher insisted on knowing.

“I’m not quite sure,” Buffy admitted.  “But we’ll come up with something,” she brightened.

“WE?”

Buffy rolled her eyes at the startled group.  “Yes, WE.  I have two very powerful witches here, an experienced Watcher, and....and....some other help,” she finished more quietly.

“Would that other help consist of a vampire that is unable to kill humans?” one of the men inquired with a frown.

“It might,” she muttered, unsure of their reaction to Spike’s being part of the plan.

“Is that wise, Ms. Summers?” the darker man inquired.  “After all, even if he is harmless, he is a vampire....he could still provide the hellgod with information—“

“Spike would never do that!  He loves D—“ she swallowed hard as she realized how close she had come to revealing Dawn’s secret.

“I don’t think he would do that,” she continued firmly.  “If for no other reason, than he’s just too stubborn to give her what she wants.  I trust him.”  As she said that, she realized with shock that it was true.  She did trust Spike.  And had trusted him for months.

“Is this William the Bloody we’re speaking about?” the young watcher inquired angrily.  “The Slayer of Slayers?  You TRUST him?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy saw a mousy looking, tweed-clad woman’s head coming flying up when she heard Spike’s name.  She looked at Buffy intently. “William the Bloody is still here? In Sunnydale?  Do you know where can I find him?” she asked eagerly.

Buffy looked the other woman in the eye and asked suspiciously, “Why would you want to?  He IS a vampire, as your buddies here have so kindly pointed out.”

“Oh, I know!  He’s one of the few master vampires left!  I did my thesis on him.  And...I met him when we were here last year for the...well, when we were here before.  But I didn’t have a chance to speak with him for very long.  I should so like a chance to sit down with him and hear about his life.”  At a raised eyebrow from Buffy, she amended, “Well, his unlife, I suppose would be more accurate.”

She looked at Buffy hopefully and asked,  “Will he be here later?   Do you think I will get to see him?”

Before Buffy could answer, a warm, deep voice came from the door to the training room.

“I’m right here, luv.  You can see me all you want. Or all of me you want,” he said with a leer.

The woman whirled to look at Spike, leaning against the door jamb with his thumbs in his belt loops, long fingers splayed along his hip bones.  He gave the watcher a smile that oozed sex and said,  “Haven’t we met before, luv?  Linda, was it?”

“Lydia,” she breathed as she remained frozen in place, unable to take her eyes off the lean, muscular blond and his penetrating blue eyes.

With a quick glance at Buffy, who was struggling to control an urge to backhand the female watcher all the way back to England, he took Lydia’s elbow gently and offered, “why don’t we step in here, pet, and you can ask me anything you want while the Slayer and your....colleagues....suss out what to do about that Glory bint.”

Mouth still hanging open and eyes still focused on his, Lydia allowed herself to be led into the training room by the charming vampire.  The other watchers stared after her, aghast that she would so willingly go unarmed into a room with one of the most dangerous vampires on the planet.  The only one that seemed at all willing to join her, was the openly gay Percy, who stared enviously after them as they disappeared behind the door.

“M-Ms Summers,” one of them stammered, “Is that at all safe?  Will Lydia be all right in there?”

“Oh, LYDIA is quite safe,” Buffy gritted through her teeth.

(But I know an annoying vampire who’s going to get his ass kicked!)

An hour later, just as Buffy was sure she couldn’t tolerate another “Well, perhaps... “ “It’s entirely possible...” “ We’ll need to research that...”, the group of Watchers finally admitted they had very little left to tell Buffy about Glory, aside from the fact that she appeared to be invulnerable.    As they prepared to leave, Percy hastened to the door of the training room to tell Lydia – and to get another look at Spike.  As he reached the door, the dark haired watcher asked Giles, “What is that room back there?”

“That is our training area,” he replied.  “Where we will begin getting Buffy back into shape now that she’s--“

“BACK into shape?” The question rang out sharply.

With a sigh, Giles explained to them about Buffy’s mishap with the boulders, including Spike’s contribution to getting her out safely.  They looked at her intently for several minutes, then demanded abruptly,  “We need to see her training.  We must know if she is not up to the task of—“

“I’m up to whatever is needed,” Buffy growled, having reached her limit of Council tolerance.  “But I’d be happy to go a few rounds with you if it would make you feel better.”

Flinching back from the obviously eager Slayer, he said, “No, not with me.  But we would like to see you spar with the vampire.  That should give us an idea of how recovered you are.  We also wish to see the chip in action, if you could arrange it.”

Buffy started to refuse, ready to point out that Spike could not possibly fight back without setting his chip off; and that she didn’t want to hurt him unnecessarily just so they could see the chip fire.  Before she could finish her remarks, the door opened and a giggling and flushed Lydia emerged, gazing adoringly at Spike who was leaning toward her and whispering in her ear.

“No problem!” Buffy exploded, grabbing Spike’s arm and throwing him back into the training room.  “Watch how well I can handle a vampire when I need to.”

Spike glared at her from where she’d thrown him on the floor, then kipped back to his feet and stood directly in front of her. 

“What the hell was that?” he demanded, leaning forward and meeting her furious eyes with his own gold-flecked glare.

“The council wants to see us fight,” Buffy ground out.  “So fight, vampire!”  With that, she threw a punch at his head that he barely dodged, only to follow it up with a leg sweep and a flurry of punches to his head and body.  He was able to deflect most of her strikes, but quickly realized that she was seriously trying to hurt him.  The council members watched, thunderstruck as the two lithe blonds flowed around the room.  The fight looked like a choreographed dance as the Slayer threw punches and kicks that the vampire anticipated and evaded as best he could.

Spike didn’t attempt to throw any punches, but he did block Buffy whenever he could.  They had sparred often enough that he had a pretty good idea what sort of defensive moves he could make without triggering the chip.   However, her obviously very real anger was making it more and more difficult for him to counter her attack.

When one of her punches slipped past his defense and bloodied his nose, he vamped out and rushed her, taking her to the floor.  Before any of the horrified watchers could react, he screamed and rolled off clutching his head and moaning.  Buffy stayed on the floor, shame beginning to work its way through the angry haze that had filled her when she saw Spike flirting with the besotted watcher.

As she reached a tentative hand toward the moaning vampire, Giles began ushering the curious watchers out the door, telling them he was sure they’d seen enough to know that Buffy was in fighting shape, and that the vampire was harmless.

Lydia lingered in the doorway, looking very much as though she’d like to comfort the injured vampire; but one look at Buffy’s narrowed eyes and she squeaked and ran out.

When the room was empty and the door closed, Buffy edged her way closer to the immobile vampire and muttered,  “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t answer, just rolled his head to the side and looked at her coldly.

Buffy looked away from his angry face and began picking at some lint on her pants.  As her breathing returned to normal and the adrenaline that had been fueling her furious attack on him left her body, she began to realize that she had really overworked her unstretched muscles and joints.  She rubbed absently at her calves and thighs, until her arms began to ache as much as her legs did.

After several minutes of trying to stretch and rub the aches out herself, she heard Spike give an exasperated sigh and he pulled her roughly over to where he was now sitting up.

“Come’ere you silly bint.  You should have known you couldn’t push yourself like that when you haven’t moved those muscles in weeks.”

As he grumbled at her, he began to knead the muscles in her arms and legs, working the tightness out one muscle at a time.  Buffy stiffened at first when she felt his hands moving over her body, but she soon realized he was intent only on relieving the pain in her muscles and joints.  She relaxed then and closed her eyes, allowing his cool hands to soothe the aches and stiffness from her body.  Without realizing how she got there, she found herself lying on the mats while Spike continued to knead her muscles until she felt like a melting pool of jello.

As the tightness left her body and it was no longer necessary for the vampire to knead and rub, his touch turned to gentle stroking and his hands began to move into areas not stressed by the fight.  Buffy felt his cool fingers sliding over her sides and up her shoulders and into her hair.  She was enjoying the sensations he was creating as he gently ran his hands through her silky hair and along her arms.  Her breathing became faster and she felt her pulse speed up as his touch became even softer and more like a caress.

She rolled over slowly and looked up at him with half-closed eyes.

“Feels good,” she whispered as his hands slid around to the front of her arms and brushed the outside of her breasts.

She could feel his hands beginning to tremble as he fought to maintain the distance he had promised her.  He abruptly pulled them away from her body and sat up straighter.

“Good,” he rasped.  “I’m glad it feels better.  Can’t have the Slayer all achy and...tight...”  He caught his breath as she reached a hand out and gently touched his thigh.

“I really am sorry, Spike.  I was just...” she stopped, not sure what she was about to say.

“You were just jealous,” he smirked at her.

“As if!  Full of yourself much?  I was just sick and tired of listening to those morons drone on and on about nothing and...and...I...” She stopped again, unable to keep up the pretense in the face of his skeptical eyebrows.

“What the hell were you doing in here with her for a hour?” she demanded. 

“I was softening her up to see if I could find out more about what they know,” he growled.  “Didn’t know you were gonna go soddin’ apeshit over it.”

“I did NOT go ‘apeshit’ over it!” she replied indignantly. “I might have been a little...concerned,” she said, adding more softly,  “You were in here for a really long time.”

“You don’t really think I’d do something...anything...with a silly bint like that with you right in the next room, do you?  Do you think I’d do that to you, Buffy?  Do you?” he asked anxiously, brushing her hair back.

“Well, I don’t know. You ARE evil and I don’t know what kind of boyfriend you are.   Not that you’re my boy friend!” she hastened to add as his face lit up only to close down again when she qualified her remark.

He shifted away from her slightly and said with a trace of pain in his voice, “That’s right, Slayer, I’m not.  You have a boy friend, as I recall.  Big, ugly fellow.  Thinks he’s the boss of you.  You remember.”

“Yes, I suppose I do,” she mumbled.  “Or I will when I decide to forgive him for trying to tell me what to do.”

“Tell you what, pet,” Spike said quietly.  “When you do forgive him?  And you’re all ready to kiss and make up?”

Buffy looked at him curiously, wondering where he was going with that thought.  He took her chin in his hand and forced her to meet his eyes.

“You think about how you felt seein’ me flirting with that mousy little watcher today, and you multiply that by about a hundred times.  That should give you some idea what I’m gonna be feeling when you go back to shaggin’ your soldier boy.”

He dropped her chin and turned away, throwing over his shoulder as he went toward the door.  “Come on, I’ll walk you home.  I promised Dawn I’d help her with her history again tonight.”

Buffy stayed sitting on the floor for several minutes thinking about what she would be doing to him when she got back together with Riley.  She groaned softly to herself.

(I didn’t ask him to fall in love with me.  It’s not my fault if the fact that I have a boyfriend hurts him.  It’s not my responsibility.  I never gave him any reason to.....)

A snarky voice in her head said quite clearly, “Oh yeah, you never gave him any reason to think there was anything between you but friendship.  What are a few kisses and orgasms between friends?  Why you give Xander blow jobs all the time, don’t you?  You put your tongue down his throat every chance you get. “

Telling her internal voice to “shut the hell up!” she got to her feet and followed Spike out of the Magic Box.


 

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