Chapter 14

William slipped his arm around Buffy’s shoulder as the two walked down Mill Road.  Things had rarely changed over the last several years, but he found himself looking at his childhood haunt through new eyes.  Buffy’s enthusiasm was contagious, and he felt a little more of the ice and cynicism that had settled around his heart start to thaw. 

She was good for him; she brought him peace and tranquility in his otherwise chaotic life.  Plus, he knew she liked him for himself – as William, not this crazy alter ego that had arisen in the last few years and had suddenly dominated his life. 

He was pulled from his ponderings to hear Buffy ask which way to go.  He hadn’t noticed it, but they had reached the end of Middle Street and had reached a dead end. 

“If we go right, it will take us down towards the waterfront,” he replied. 

“Okay.” 

William got his legs in motion once more, steering them to the right, down towards the harbor. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

They’d wandered around the harbor until the sun had set before making their way back to Rick’s restaurant and retrieving William’s vehicle.  The parking lot was packed, which was nothing unusual, so they didn’t bother to go back inside.  Instead, the two drove around a bit before returning to Rick and Jill’s house. 

When he used the key and let himself inside, he was surprised to see the lights on.  Jill came around the corner, a glass of wine held in her hand. 

“Oh, you’re here, that’s wonderful,” she said as she came towards the front foyer. 

“Yes, we are.  I wasn’t expecting you to be home so soon.  Did Rick kick you out of the kitchens?” 

“No, I actually persuaded him to take the night off.  It isn’t every day that you’re here and we wanted to spend some time with you.” 

“That’s wonderful,” he replied, kissing her cheek lightly.  “Where is the old man?” 

“Fixing himself a drink at the bar.  Why don’t you go join him?  We’ll catch up after I give Buffy a quick tour.” Which in code meant: “Go away.  The girls want to talk.”  

“Right…”  

He gave Buffy a quick kiss to her cheek then headed unerringly towards the bar. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Buffy had a great time that night, and much of the next afternoon, visiting with William’s friends, Rick and Jill – so much so that she got Jill’s address and phone number and promised to write once she got back to the states.  She’d given the older woman a big hug then waved at the two as she slid into her seat. 

The couple had their arms wrapped around each other, waving goodbye as William slowly made his way out of their driveway and back towards Crackington Haven. 

“Have a good time, pet?” 

“Oh yes, Jill and Rick…they’re both very nice people.  And, my God, can he cook!” 

She was watching his profile as he drove, his relaxed manner easily controlling the huge vehicle.  He glanced over at her, a huge grin on his face. 

“I’m surprised I didn’t weigh two hundred pounds growing up with all the food he was constantly shoveling towards me.  Although, working in his restaurant kept me awfully busy.” 

“I can imagine…the keeping busy part, not the overweight you part…er, that is…never mind.  Shutting up now.” 

William had seen her eyeing his lean frame in disbelief, and he silently muttered for his dick to behave itself.  Bloody hell!  Since being in Buffy’s vicinity, all he’d done was fantasize about having sex…when he wasn’t actually doing it.  

He gave her a little wink to let her know that he saw her ogling his body and laughed lightly as her face flushed even more.  Steering the topic towards much safer territory, William asked her what else she wanted to do while she was here. 

“Ya know, I wanted to do it all…see everything…cram as much as I could into this short week,” she answered him, her unfocused eyes staring out the passenger-side window as the scenery whipped passed her.  “But, right now…I just…damn…let’s just go back to the cottage, ok?” 

He glanced over at her, unable to see her face since it was turned away from him.  He heard the tone in her voice, however, and he reached his hand over to lie is reassuringly on her thigh.  Buffy pulled herself from her depressing thoughts and looked down at his hand.  She looked up at his face momentarily, a soft smile on her lips.  It cheered her somewhat that he also seemed to feel that their time was getting short…that they’d go their separate ways and never see one another again. 

“Ok.” 

Neither said another word on the remaining drive back to their rented cottages.  There was nothing they could say to make the situation better. 

When they finally arrived, there was no pretense.  Both knew what they wanted and didn’t bother with the preliminaries.  They hurried to the first door they came to – hers – and quickly slipped inside. 

The two seemed desperate as they reached for each other, indelibly trying to make a mark on the other, as if imprinting themselves on the other’s body.  Frantic fingers quickly divested each other of their clothes, soft moans sounded in the quiet cottage as bare skin finally made contact against bare skin. 

Lips clung together as the two naked bodies intertwined and sunk gratefully to the couch behind them.  Hands molded, cupped and soothed.  Lips followed, eager to taste the exposed flesh wherever possible.  Soft moans and gasps littered the air, whispered words of awe and…something else seemed to hang between them. 

Then he was moving, surging up into her body as she wrapped her legs around his lower back.  Instinctively, she lifted her pelvis, increasing the penetration of his cock deep within her womb.  Mutual sighs released just moments before he reclaimed her lips, his hips rocking back and forth, actions proclaiming what words could not. 

It was there in his touch…in hers.  Together they loved one another throughout the afternoon and into the night, stopping only to rest and eat, before one of them – it mattered naught who – reached for the other to begin anew. 

Finally, exhaustion overcame them in the early hours of dawn and they slept, nestled in the comforting embrace of each other’s arms, the quilt dragged over their sweat-soaked bodies to keep them warm. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

They spent the next day together, wandering the trails around their cottages…just generally enjoying each other’s company.  They talked, nothing serious.  Just random bits about themselves that seemed to placate the other.  The two had secrets that were buried deep, both afraid to open up and reveal that personal side to the other.  This thing that was growing…it couldn’t last.  They were just passing through, a seemly diversion, or so they keep telling themselves.  Even as the two secretly wished for more. 

Around lunchtime, Buffy and William made their way to Jake’s pub.  She’d come to really like the older man, finding his zest for life and his innate sense of humor refreshing and open.  She’d lacked a positive male role model in her life and she silently wondered what would have become of her life if she had had someone like Jake in her formative years. 

After they’d eaten, William slipped from the barstool, taking Buffy’s hand in his as they left the pub.  They were trying to stay away from the cottage – otherwise they’d end up in bed – and he pulled her off towards another path, surprising her with the horses that were saddled and waiting for them at the stables. 

Traveling by horseback was a lot of fun, even if she wasn’t that experienced a rider.  William kept the pace slow, the two horses sedately walking side-by-side as the two surveyed their surroundings.  Buffy had left her camera at home; she’d taken plenty of pictures this morning and she didn’t want to have to worry about the bulky camera getting damaged. About an hour into their ride, he turned them around, making a circuitous path back to the stables. 

Buffy was amazed by the countryside she saw as the horses plodded along in their slow gait.  Again she told herself that she was going to have to come back here with her daughter.  It was so peaceful and beautiful, and the townsfolk were friendly.  It was just the type of place she wanted to raise her little girl – a nice, small, quaint village where everyone knew each other. 

‘Maybe someday,’ she thought.  ‘Once I’ve got my degree and my license to practice.  Maybe then I could find a place like this to raise Dawnie.’  

~*~*~*~*~ 

They wound up at Jake’s for dinner, the two laughing over the meal as he regaled them with numerous stories about his youth.  Buffy was laughing so hard at one point, tears were rolling down her face.  It felt good to laugh, good to find herself actually having fun for once. 

Because it was going to come to an end…and soon.  Soon she’d be back in Sunnydale.  Away from William.  Away from this idyllic place that she’d come to love in such a brief amount of time. 

Alone once more. 

As if sensing her mood, William leaned over and lightly squeezed her knee. 

“Ready to get out of here, pet?” 

She just nodded, suddenly overcome by emotion.  Right now she just wanted to be held.  They quickly said their goodbyes to Jake and stood.  With her body tucked protectively against his side, William led her from the pub and back to her cottage. 

‘Two more days.  What am I going to do when it’s over?’  

For once her conscience was quiet. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

As dawn broke on Friday morning, a feeling of dread entered Buffy’s body.  She quickly tamped down the negative feelings threatening to take over.  She was a grownup; she could handle this…it was just a thing, a holiday romance that would end as soon as one of them left. 

If she told that to herself, she might actually believe it. 

Refusing to give in to the feelings of despair threatening to overwhelm her, she slid out from between the protective cocoon of William’s arms and padded silently to the bathroom.  She was determined to enjoy herself on her last day here…she had to leave early in the morning to catch a taxi back to the airport, so she wanted to make the day memorable. 

Once she was home, well then she could have her crying time. 

Closing the door to the bathroom, she caught her reflection in the mirror as she bent to cut on the water to the shower.  Her eyes seemed unusually bright, as if they were trying valiantly to contain the emotions that threatened to spill over at the slightest provocation.  She smiled and watched as it held for a moment before wavering slightly. 

Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the reflective glass.  Steam was starting to rise behind the translucent doors.  The heat of the water beckoned her forward, promising ease to the muscles that still protested all her acrobatics of late.  

The door slid silently on its rollers, and Buffy stepped inside, walking forward to let the heated spray wash over her head and body. 

“Ohhh…god, that feels good,” she groaned softly.  Her eyes closed as her head tilted back, allowing the water to slide down over her face, her breasts, her stomach… 

She popped open one eye when she heard the shower door slide open.  William, his hair rumpled from sleep, slipped inside and shut the door.  Her eyes traveled over his nude body…the twinkle in his blue eyes that promised her new delights, the chiseled cheekbones, the hard pecs and even harder nipples, his six-pack abs outlined to perfection, the dark hair that surrounded his jutting cock.  

Licking her lips in anticipation, she started forward, stepping out of the spray like some fairy come to life.  She sank to her knees before him, enabling his chest to be sprayed with the heated water.  One hand closed around his cock, bringing it towards her mouth, even as the other moved to cup his balls. 

William’s eyes widened as she dropped to her knees in the shower.  Then, his hands reached out frantically for support as she engulfed him in her mouth.  His breath left him in a whoosh, biting back a groan has his head fell back.  The muscles in his neck grew taut as he attempted to keep from coming in her mouth – his enjoyment over before it had a chance to even start. 

With one hand braced against the wall for support, William slid the other into her wet, blond locks, gently urging her on as she sucked him.  

“God, Buffy…” 

Sensing his pleasure building she increased the pace, relaxing the muscles in her throat so that she could take him all the way in.  In and out, the steady rhythm repeated itself, until he thought he would die from the sheer pleasure of her mouth on his cock. 

“Buffy…stop…gonna cum…” 

She paid him no mind, increasing her pace, until he had to pull himself out of her hot, moist mouth.  She looked up at him, confused. 

“I want to be inside you…” he practically growled as he pulled her roughly to her feet, shoving her back up against the wall.  “Wrap your legs around me, luv.” 

She eagerly complied, the water cascading over their bodies providing an erotic backdrop that drove her crazy with need.  Then, he was sliding home and she forgot to breathe. 

William knew he wasn’t going to last long – her delectable little mouth had seen to that.  Just thinking about her lips around his cock nearly made him explode right then.  He stilled inside her for a moment, attempting to cool his raging lust for a moment. 

He heard her whimper and soothed her with a kiss.  Slowly, he began to move within her once more.  She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, grounding down on his cock as he surged deep within her core. 

“God, William…feels so good…never knew…aaahhh…God…yes…more…” she urged. 

He increased the speed of his thrusts, driving them ever closer to release.  Then she was shuddering around him, the inner walls of her pussy massaging his cock, drenching it with her juices.  William pumped into her a few more times, unwilling for the moment to end.  But he, too, caved to his body’s demands, shouting her name as his cock spurted his release. 

His body supported hers as they leaned against the wall, both trying to calm their racing hearts and erratic breathing.  The shower water was starting to get cold.  Slipping out of her, William grabbed the shower gel and quickly scrubbed her body before urging her towards the spray.  He did the same to his own body, wincing slightly as the cooling water rushed over his overheated frame. 

When all the suds had rinsed from his body, he turned off the taps and opened the shower door to reach for a towel.  He wrapped her in a fluffy white cotton towel and gestured for her to step out of the shower.  Following, he grabbed a second towel, running in briskly through his hair before wrapping it around his waist and following her out into the bedroom. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Buffy gazed at the rumpled bed and bit her lip to keep from crying.  She felt William’s arms slip around her, pulling her back against his hard chest, his chin coming to rest on top of her head. 

“Do you want to go out?” he asked quietly. 

She shook her head no; she’d rather spend her last day inside…storing up the memories of the feel of his body against hers.  Something, anything, that would see her through once she was back home. 

Turning in his arms, she laid her head against his chest, inhaling the scent of his skin.  Attempting to memorize the smell that was uniquely William. 

“Come on…let’s go downstairs and I’ll fix you some breakfast…an omelet?” 

“Mmmm hmmm…” she agreed, leaning away from him.  

Stepping from his arms, she dropped the towel on the bed and reached for her robe.  She slipped the silk kimono over her bare arms and belted it at her waist.  Glancing behind her, she noticed that William’s eyes had darkened.  Her eyes drifted lower and saw that the towel that was wrapped around his middle did little to hide his growing erection. 

He advanced on her, his intent clear.  She backed away, holding her arms out in front of her. 

“Ah ah ah…food first.” 

His rakish grin told her food was coming second. 

Screeching, she dashed towards the stairs, racing down the steps in an attempt to avoid his clutches.  She giggled as she heard him start after her, not thinking that she’d run.  Her impromptu run turned into a game of hide and seek.  Covering her mouth to keep from laughing outright, she tiptoed through the cottage, staying one step ahead of him. 

She heard him moving around in the kitchen and moved from her hiding spot to race back upstairs.  Her bare feet didn’t make a sound as she half-walked, half jogged through the family room.  She slipped upstairs, grateful the steps didn’t creak and settled herself on the bed to wait for his return.

Food would come second after all… 

~*~*~*~*~ 

The ringing jarred them from their afternoon nap.  Muttering in his sleep, William rolled over and ignored the sound that intruded on his sleep.  Finally, the noise went silent, and he shifted in the bed to pull Buffy close as he started to drift back in to slumber. 

The second time the phone rang, he sat upright, his eyes scanning the room for the offending noise.  

Cell phone. 

In his pants pocket. 

Cursing because only a few people had this particular number, he crawled out of bed and reached for his pants.  Digging into his pocket, he pulled the sleek metal phone out and answered. 

“Hello,” he growled out, somewhat tersely. 

“Spike, my boy, how goes things.”   

Shit! 

“Fine…you know I’m on bloody holiday, right?  What’s so important that you have to interrupt me?” 

“Your project…it’s been financed,” the excited voice practically shouted in his ear.  “We’ve got to get together to hammer out the details…figured we’d start shooting after your next project wraps up, the backers are aware of the scheduling conflict if they were to start it now, but they still want to meet with you to discuss details.  How soon can you get to London?” 

“Gimme a few hours and I’ll get a plane chartered there.  I’ll call you once I’m in the air.” 

And with that, he disconnected the call.

Bloody hell! 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“Buffy,” he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair as he sat beside her on the bed. 

“Hmmmm…” 

“Buffy, I’ve got to go, luv.  Something’s come up that I can’t be put off.  But, I’ll be back later tonight…” 

“Huh…” she managed to get out as his words finally penetrated her sleep-induced fog. 

“I’ve got to run up to London for the afternoon, but I’ll be back later tonight.  Promise.” 

“Oh…ok.” 

He heard the desolation in her voice and attempted to reassure her.  Stretching out beside her, William pulled her close, raining kisses on her face.  Then, his lips settled on her mouth, brushing back and forth – his tongue slipped out to stroke her lips, silently begging for entrance. 

She couldn’t refuse him, doubted she ever could.  The two groaned as their tongues met, twining together as their need for one another quickly flared between them.  He rolled her to her back, breaking their kiss so he could lavish her body with his tongue.  When her body lay writhing beneath him, he finally relinquished his assault and eased the ache between her legs as he slid home. 

Buffy wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close – loving him – as he pumped in and out of her slick passage.  Silent tears slipped from her closed eyes as he made love to her body one final time.  This was goodbye, although he didn’t quite know it yet.  

He was oblivious to the riotous thoughts swirling in her head as he loved her for all he was worth.  Yet, some small part of him seemed to know, and unconsciously he marked her as his…leaving his imprint upon her body. 

It didn’t matter what he did, Buffy doubted she’d ever let anyone close – like she’d managed to let William.  He’d slip away from her, never knowing how much she had come to love him over the past week.  She’d let him go, unwilling to burden him with her feelings.  After all, she was just a holiday romance. 

She managed to stop the tears before she exploded in orgasm, his name torn from her lips as he brought her to the peak before sending her hurdling over the edge.  His cry answered her own, the sound of her name leaving his lips the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. 

Then, he collapsed on top of her, nuzzling her neck as they both sought equilibrium to their senses.  She rejoiced in his weight on her body, holding on tightly as he attempted to shift off of her.  He didn’t seem to mind…enjoying the feel of her body beneath his. 

Yet, duty called, and it was with a great deal of reluctance that William slipped from the bed, rushing to throw his clothes on.  When he was dressed, he crossed back to where Buffy still lay against the pillows.  Sitting beside her, he leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers.  Lifting his head, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I’ll be back later tonight.  Ok?” 

She just nodded, willing herself not to break down in front of him.  He gave her another kiss, the stood and headed towards the stairs.  With a parting smile, he slipped down the stairs and out of her life. 

Goodbye, William.  

~*~*~*~*~ 

She didn’t know how long she lay there…staring at nothing.  

Then the tears came, and she was helpless to stop them.  She cried for what might have been.  The shuddering sobs wracked her tiny frame as she lay nude on the bed, the scent of their lovemaking washing over her senses.  After a good, cleansing cry, Buffy climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes. 

Starting in the kitchen, she began cleaning.  Everything she used was washed and put away, so that the next person to stay here would be greeted with a clean cottage.  She moved methodically from room to room to make sure that nothing of hers was left behind. 

When the downstairs was cleaned and all trace of her presence was wiped away, she moved back upstairs to pack.  She laid out the clothes she would wear on her journey back to the airport – everything else was folded and put back into her luggage.  All that remained for her to do was shower and pack away the clothes she was currently wearing. 

Stripping, she took a quick shower…not wanting to linger as the memories from earlier came rushing back to her.  She stepped from the shower and toweled off, putting on her clean clothes.  Everything else was packed into her suitcase. 

She sat down beside the bed and glanced at the phone number to the taxi company.  A few minutes later, she hung up the phone with a promise that someone would be out within the hour to pick her up.  Buffy stood and made a last circuit of the room, checking to see if anything was left behind. 

All appeared to be in order, so she dragged her suitcases downstairs to wait for the taxi.  Back upstairs, she stripped the bed and replaced the soiled linens with fresh sheets.  All the dirty linens went into the hamper that she had been told would be taken care of by the housekeeper after she had left. 

Buffy had just finished her last walk-thru of the cottage when there was a knock at her door.  For one insane second she thought that it might be William returning early, but she pushed that thought aside.  She opened the door to reveal a kindly old man – behind him, the taxi idled in the drive. 

“Would you like some help with your bags, miss?” he asked politely. 

“Yes, thank you.  I’ll be just a moment,” she replied. 

With her suitcases gone, Buffy wandered the cottage one final time.  Sighing, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.  She quickly shut and locked the door, leaving the key where she had retrieved it when she first arrived. 

She settled herself in the backseat and instructed the driver to take her to the airport. 

“Wait!” she called out, the driver barely getting down the drive. 

“Yes, miss?” 

“Uh…can you stop by the pub first?  I want to say goodbye to Jake…er, the owner.  Is that ok?” 

“Not a problem, miss.” 

He pulled to a stop outside the door, and Buffy thanked him again, telling him she’d be right back. 

~*~ 

“Buffy!” Jake boomed out as she stepped inside the busy pub. 

“Hey, Jake,” she called out as she made her way to the bar. 

“What brings you in here?” 

“I just popped in to say goodbye,” she told him.  “I’ve got a taxi outside waiting for me…but, I just wanted to say thank you.  This was the best vacation I ever had, and…” 

“You’re leaving us, then?” 

She nodded, unable to get the words to slip past her lips.  She bit her lip, holding back tears – she was going to miss him. 

“I’ve got to go…tell William…tell him bye for me?” 

Saying his name brought all the emotions she was holding at bay to the fore; her shimmering tears spilled over onto her cheeks and she turned and rushed from the crowded room. 

“Buffy!” Jake called out, but she was already out the door.  He sighed, watching her leave.  Apparently his plans for getting the two together hadn’t succeeded.  Poor Anne was going to be heartbroken – especially after all the encouraging news he’d given her. 

Reminding himself to give William a good talking to, he focused on his customers lining the bar.  

~*~*~*~*~ 

Buffy was exhausted, both physically and mentally as she stepped off the plane in Los Angeles.  All she wanted to do right now was hold her daughter tight.  Even though she’d surrounded herself by William’s presence this past week, she’d not forgotten about her little girl.  She just hoped Dawnie wasn’t upset that she’d been gone for so long. 

Retrieving her bags, she made her way towards the arrival terminal.  Her mom was probably circling the drive.  Her phone rang as she stepped out off the doors and was blasted with hot air. 

“Hello?” 

“Buffy?  It’s mom.  Are you here yet?” 

“Yep…I just walked out the door.” 

“Oh good, I’m just circling around now.  Where are you?” 

“I’m standing by the taxi…wait…let me walk down a bit to this open area.  Ok…I’m just outside entrance 3.” 

“Oh…ok.  I see you.” 

Buffy turned her head towards the left, looking in oncoming traffic for her mother’s car.  Spotting it, she waved and hung up her phone.  Her mom pulled over and Buffy rolled her luggage to the back and popped the hatch of the Jeep.  She hefted her bags inside and scooted around to the passenger side door and slipped inside. 

“Hi, mom!” she replied, giving her a quick hug.  Turning, she saw Dawnie sitting in the back seat in her booster seat. 

“Hi, Dawnie!  Were you good for grandma?” 

“Of course she was!” Joyce replied.  “Weren’t you, Dawnie?” 

“Uh huh.  Grandma took me to work!” 

“That’s great.”  She reached out and ran her hand down her daughter’s cheek.  “I missed you, pumpkin.” 

“Missed you too, mommy.” 

~*~*~*~*~ 

The drive back to her mom’s was accomplished rather quickly.  Jetlag was quickly catching up with Buffy and she no sooner stepped inside her mom’s house, lugging her suitcases behind her, than she collapsed on the couch in a heap.  A few minutes later, she was snoring softly. 

Joyce looked down at her sleeping daughter and smiled.  

“Come on, Dawnie.  Why don’t we go out and get us something to eat while your mommy sleeps?” 

“Ok.” 

Buffy was oblivious to the sounds of the two as Joyce opened the front door, quietly locking it behind her. 

~*~ 

Buffy slept through the night, only waking once her daughter came in to the living room and attempted to nudge her awake. 

“Just five more minutes,” she whined in her sleep. 

Beside her, Dawn giggled. 

Buffy lay on her stomach on the couch and opened one eye to look at her daughter. 

“Hey you,” she growled, grabbing her daughter tight and drawing her back on the couch with her. 

“Morning, mommy.” 

“How’s my favorite girl?  Did you have fun with grandma this past week?” 

“Uh huh.  We did all kinds of fun stuff…didn’t we grandma?” 

“We sure did,” Joyce responded, coming in to the living room.  “All rested now, Buffy?” 

“Yeah…jetlag so not of the good.  What time is it, anyway?” 

“Seven.” 

“In the morning?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“Da…er, wow.  I must have been tired.  I didn’t realize long distance flying could take so much out of you.” 

“When are you heading back to Sunnydale?” 

“I probably should head back now.  That way I can get grocery shopping done, and get everything ready for school tomorrow.  I’ve got laundry to do and all that.” 

“Ok.  Why don’t you eat some breakfast first?  You kinda skipped dinner last night.” 

Buffy’s stomach growled at the mention of food. 

“Mmmm…breakfast.  Pancakes?” 

“Would you eat anything else?” 

Buffy just grinned back at her mother. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Two months later… 

Buffy awoke feeling tired.  The past week her back had been aching and she thought that she was coming down with a cold…probably because of the recent weather change they had had.  Even her daughter had been fighting off the bug that had been working its way through her class at school.  

Smacking a hand over her mouth, she bolted out of bed and just barely made it to the bathroom before emptying the contents of her stomach.  Afterwards, she wearily lifted herself to her feet and brushed her teeth.  She washed her face then looked at her reflection in the mirror.  Her normally tanned face seemed unusually pale, while dark circles seemed to rim her eyes. 

Turning away from the mirror in disgust, she flopped back onto her bed, crawling back under the covers as she pulled them over her weary body.  She soon fell back asleep, grateful that it was still early yet and she could go back to sleep for another hour. 

Dawn came into her room about an hour later to wake her. 

“Morning, mommy,” her daughter called out from the door.  

“Huh?  Oh, hey, baby…” She glanced at the clock and groaned.  It was only 6:30 a.m.  “You ready for some breakfast?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“Ok, go have a seat at the table and I’ll be there in a second.” 

Buffy listened as her daughter wandered off and reluctantly pulled herself out of bed.  She had no idea how she was going to make it through classes with the way she was feeling.  Even now her stomach seemed to rumble in protest of her rising. 

She walked out to the kitchen and pulled the Eggo waffles from the freezer.  Popping two in the toaster, she rummaged for a plate and the syrup.  A few minutes later and the waffles popped up.  Buffy put them on the plate and cut them into small bites for her daughter. 

While Dawn ate, she went into her room and pulled out some clothes for her to wear to school.  Then, she went to her room and got dressed.  She was grateful that she took a shower last night, she was so tired right now that she didn’t think she’d be able to remain standing under the spray. 

Her daughter finished her breakfast and dressed in the clothes that Buffy had laid out on her bed.  She made her daughter’s lunch then the two were off to their respective schools. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“Hey, Buffy, wait up!” Willow called out. 

“Hey, Wills, sorry…didn’t see you.” 

“Oh, Buffy!  You look horrible.  Are you feeling ok?” 

“Yeah…think I’m catching a cold.  You may not want to get too close to me.” 

The two walked across campus towards the cafeteria.  It was lunchtime and neither of them had a class until 2p.m. 

“So, what’s up?” Buffy asked as they sat down at a table.  Having skipped breakfast, she was suddenly ravenous. 

“Oh, yeah…a few of us are getting together on Friday night…sort of a celebration of getting through midterms.  We’re going over to the cinema cafe to watch Staying Power and grab a bite to eat.  Wanna come?” 

“Sure.  I just have to make sure I can find a babysitter for Dawnie, though.” 

“Ok.  Hey.  Since you’re here, why don’t you see if the clinic can check you out…maybe give you something for that cold?” 

“Not a bad idea.  I’ve got time before my next class.” 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Buffy left the clinic after giving them blood and urine samples.  The advice of the nurse practitioner to take it easy went in one ear and out the other.  She was a nursing student, how could she take it easy? 

With the woman’s words that she’d call her with the results in a few days ringing in her ears, Buffy made her way to her last class of the day. 

The next few days passed in a haze of activity and Buffy completely forgot about the tests she had had done in the school clinic until Willow mentioned something during lunch. 

“Ya know, I completely forgot.” 

“You’re still coming tonight, right?” 

“Yeah.  Dawnie’s friend Samantha is having her over for the night, so I don’t have to worry about picking her up after the movie.” 

“That’s great.  We’re going to meet at my dorm room after class then walk on over.” 

“Ok.  I’m gonna go so I can swing into the clinic before class.  I’ll see you after class.” 

Buffy stood and left Willow at the table.  She walked through the building until she came to the clinic.  Stepping inside, she told the receptionist that she had been in a few days ago and wanted to check on her test results.  The woman gestured to the waiting room seats, telling her that she’d find out what was going on. 

“Buffy?” the nurse practitioner called. 

“Yes.” 

“Why don’t you come back into my office?” 

Buffy stood and followed the woman.  Stepping inside, the older woman gestured her to a seat and softly shut the door. 

“Were you able to find out the results?” 

“Yes…and…I don’t know…well, that is to say…you’re not sick, Buffy.  You’re pregnant.” 

Buffy just stared at the older woman, waiting expectantly. 

“I assume by your reaction that this wasn’t a planned pregnancy.” 

“I’m sorry.  Did you say pregnant?” 

“Uh huh.  Do you know who the father is?” 

Visions of piercing blue eyes, sharp cheekbones, and a killer smile danced before her eyes. 

William.  

“I see that you do.  Do you remember your last period?” 

“Ummm…sometime in August…the beginning I think.” 

Pregnant.  I’m going to have a baby.  William’s baby.  A part of her was overjoyed – she’d have something of him.  Another part was scared beyond belief.  She was a single mother of a six year old and was pregnant with a second…and a full-time student to boot.  But, she ignored all that as the elation consumed her being. 

“I take it by your expression that you’re going to keep the baby,” she gently probed. 

“Oh yes!  A baby…” 

“Well, I want you to schedule a checkup with your primary care physician…if you don’t have one, the admissions desk can give you a referral.  You need to get on some prenatal pills and start getting more rest…” 

“Yes…ok.” 

Her mind was still reeling. 

I’m going to have William’s baby.  

~*~ 

She didn’t know how she made it through her next class.  She was bursting at the seams and could barely concentrate.  Thinking of her mother and her reaction, Buffy hesitated.  She’d yet to really tell her mom of her time in England, about the man she’d met…fallen in love with. 

It was still too raw. 

But now, now she had something of him…even if she never saw him again.  She’d have a piece of him she could keep forever. 

She glanced up and noticed the other students gathering their things to leave.  Somehow she’d missed the last part of the professor’s lecture.  It was a good thing she had the notes already. 

Gathering her things, Buffy stood and made her way from the classroom.  She practically floated to Willow’s dorm room.  Nothing could jar her from her euphoric mood. 

~*~ 

As the four girls settled around their table and placed their order, they discussed their classes and such.  Willow had eyed her curiously when she had asked for a Sprite instead of a beer, but didn’t say anything.  She allowed the conversation to flow around her…her mind concentrating on those two words that had suddenly changed her life. 

Their food arrived then the lights dimmed as the movie began.  

Buffy barely paid attention to the credits of the movie.  She had no idea what the story was about…only agreeing to come because she wanted to spend time with her friends. 

She’d just taken a sip of Sprite through her straw when she saw him come alive onscreen.  His blue orbs glared down at her, causing her to spurt her drink all over Willow. 

“Hey!” she cried. 

“Sorry,” Buffy choked out, her eyes glued to the movie screen. 

William…her sweet William, was none other than Spike.  The famous actor, Spike. 

Oh my god. 

I’m pregnant with Spike’s baby.

Chapter 15

William drove into Newquay and quickly found the airport.   

It was with some luck that he’d been able to charter a flight so fast – having stepped into the pub to ask Jake for some airport details.  The older man had seemed distant at first until William had let slip that he’d only be going to London for the afternoon and would be back sometime that evening.  Suddenly, Jake was gushing about his friend who happened to own a small Cessna that he kept in Newquay.  A phone call later and William was assured his friend would meet him there in about a half hour.  Thanking the barkeep profusely, he left the pub and drove into the city. 

Robert, Jake’s pilot friend, was already waiting for him when he arrived.  Going over his aircraft with the necessary checklist, he called out that he’d be ready to get underway in about fifteen minutes. 

“Is there anything you need me to do?” William asked. 

“Nah…been flying so much, I practically know this list like the back of my hand.  Just grab your gear and put it in the back.” 

“It’s just me, I’m not planning on staying but the afternoon.” 

“Ahhh… ok. Well, I’ll be finished up shortly.  You can park your car over there next to mine.  It should be fine there.” 

“Ok…thanks.” 

~*~*~*~*~ 

With Robert’s cell phone number tucked away in a safe spot, William left the airport and caught a taxi to the Royal Lancaster Hotel.  He alternated between excitement and nervousness as he stepped into the hotel’s foyer.  He’d been wanting to get this project going ever since he first started acting, but he’d waited…trying to make a name for himself so that he’d have people lining up to back him. 

Putting on a bored appearance, he stepped up to the receptionist’s desk and asked for his agent’s room. 

The blond woman was busily typing away at the keyboard and hadn’t looked up yet. 

“Oh, I’m sorry…we can’t give out that…” her voice trailed off as she got a good look at who she was talking to.  “Oh…um…uh…right.  Mr. Johnson.   He’s…uh…” 

She looked away and typed furiously into her keyboard.  In her nervousness, she mistyped the information several times and it was a few minutes before William finally had the suite number. 

He gave the woman a wink and watched as her face flushed even more. 

“Thanks, luv.” 

She gulped, giving him a slight wave as he left the desk and headed towards the elevators. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“Spike!  So glad you could make it!” his agent, Michael hollered for the benefit of the three suits lounging inside. 

William barely managed to conceal his distaste.  His agent was a barracuda in the business, but his pretentious manner tended to grate on William’s nerves.  He affected a professional smile not letting a hit of his feelings show – hey, he was an actor – and stepped inside the suite as his agent pounded him on the back. 

“Come in, come in…Spike, I’d like you to meet Mr. Osborne, Ms. Chase, and Mr. Giles.” 

William eyed the motley group of backers carefully.  They appeared bored and disinterested, as if they really didn’t want to be there.  He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the shorter man who appeared ready to yank off the tie dangling around his neck.  He glanced at his own casual clothes of jeans and a sweater and struggled not to smirk. 

“It’s William…nice to meet you.” 

“Oz.  Likewise.  This is Cordy,” he added, gesturing to the tall brunette. 

“Hi…William…nice to meet you.” 

When he didn’t ogle her figure, but instead looked her in the eyes, some of the woman’s icy demeanor seemed to melt and she gifted him with a smile. 

“Hi, William, it’s nice to meet you too,” she responded warmly. 

“And, that’s Giles,” Oz finished, gesturing with his thumb towards the other man in their small group. 

“Giles,” William greeted, shaking the other’s hand. 

“William…nice to meet you.  Been following your career for a while now.  What made you want to do a project like Alexander’s Last Stand?  Not exactly the type of stuff you’ve been doing lately.  Although, Staying Power – if the gossip is to be believed – looks like it might be a step in that direction,” Giles commented as he gestured for them to sit on the couch. 

“That’s exactly why I want to do it.  I’ve been sitting on this screenplay for five years now.  I’m an actor.  The movies I’ve made over the last few years, while box office blockbusters, aren’t what I want to do.  Alexander’s Last Stand is the type of movie I want to be a part of.  Staying Power was a step in that direction.  If all goes well, Hollywood will finally see I’m not just an action star…I do have a bit of substance behind these cheekbones,” he told them bluntly. 

He watched as his agent almost had a nervous breakdown as he stood behind the others. The man was waving his hands frantically in an attempt to get him to stop talking.  Too late – he’d grown to the point where he could speak his mind and not care what others thought.  

From the chair across the way, Oz let out a laugh.   

“I told you, Giles,” he told the other man.  Giles just nodded, pleased to have the younger man’s opinions confirmed.  “Does this mean I can get out of this damn jacket and tie now?” 

“You don’t have to dress on my account,” William smirked.  He sensed the guy had the same twisted sense of humor he had. 

“Thank God!” he replied, standing to divest himself of the offending garments. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Sensing the stilted conversation between the small group and his agent, William excused himself to have a word with Michael.  He told his agent it would probably be better if he went by himself to dinner. 

His agent readily agreed, not used to people failing to kowtow to his power with Hollywood.  Didn’t they know he was the best agent in the business?  Only represented the best actors – one’s that produced hits time and again?  Rolling his eyes at the motley group seated around his suite, Michael waved him off. 

Breathing a sigh of relieve to be away from the ostentatious company of his agent, William led the others out of the suite. 

“You guys wanna change before dinner?” 

“Oh God, yes!” Cordy moaned.  “These heels are killing me!” 

“Well, come on pet.  Let’s get you all taken care of.  Can’t have you dying on me.  Are you guys staying here?” 

“We’ve got rooms on the next floor.” 

“Ok.  How do you feel about Chinese?  I know a good restaurant a few blocks from here.  Not big on the décor, but the food is great.” 

“Sounds fine,” Giles replied. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

William was so deep in discussion with Oz, Giles, and Cordy regarding plans for his screenplay that he completely forgot the time.  It was only when Cordy got up to use the ladies room that he took a moment to glance at his watch. 

‘Oh my God, is that the time? I’ve got to call Robert and tell him that I’m going to be late.’ 

“Excuse me, guys.  I’ve got to make a phone call.” 

Standing, he exited the restaurant to get better reception with his cell phone.  The sky had darkened perceptibly in the last hour they had been inside and he shivered slightly as a cool breeze tore its way through his sweater. 

Dialing the number he pulled from his wallet, he listened as it rang twice before someone picked up. 

“Robert…hi…it’s William.  I’m sorry, but I completely lost track of time.” 

“Hi, William.  Don’t worry about it.  While I was going over my flight checklist, I noticed a bad part.  Nothing major, but I’ll feel better waiting for the replacement before we take off for Newquay.” 

“How long’s that going to be…I don’t want to hold you up.” 

“Actually, it’s not going to be in until tomorrow morning.  I’m going to get a room in town for the night.” 

“Well, let me pick that up for you.  I’ll call the Royal Lancaster Hotel now, since I’m going to have to get one for myself.  If you go check with the front desk, they’ll have a key waiting for you.” 

“Oh, no…I…” 

“I insist.  The least I could do for getting you to fly my up on such short notice.  Remember, check with the front desk.  I’ll also leave my room number so that we can catch a taxi back together in the morning.” 

“All right.  And, thanks.” 

“My pleasure.” 

William hung up with the pilot and quickly called the hotel and secured two rooms.  They happened to have two available on the same floor, and he gave the reservations clerk his information to pay for the rooms. 

He’d no sooner hung up with the hotel that a thought ran through his head.  

Buffy. 

He had no means of contacting her to let her know that he’d been delayed. 

Bloody hell. 

~*~*~*~*~

He wasn’t sure what time Buffy had to leave to catch her flight, and he prayed that the cops weren’t out and about as he pushed his Land Rover to the limits getting back to Crackington Haven.   

Parking the car in a rush, he tore out of the car and raced to her front door.  He banged a few times and nearly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard footsteps moving towards the door.   

Then it opened…revealing a woman that was definitely not Buffy. 

“Oh…uh.  I’m sorry.  I was looking for the woman that was staying here.” 

“She’s gone.  Check out was by 11 a.m.  I’m sorry…but, I’ve got to get things ready for the next tenants.  If you’ll excuse me?” 

“Oh…sure.” 

Dejected, he walked off towards his own cottage.  A sudden thought occurred to him, causing him to turn and trot off towards the pub. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“Jake,” he called out as he entered the dimly lit pub. 

He quirked a brow when the normally jovial man barely greeted him.  Was that displeasure in his glance?   

“Hey Jake…have you seen Buffy?” 

“As a matter of fact, I have.  Came through yesterday afternoon and stopped by on her way out of town…” 

Yesterday?  She left yesterday? 

The rest of the barkeeps words of the poor girl being heartbroken and crying and wanting to tell William bye went unheard as he concentrated on Jake’s initial words of Buffy leaving yesterday after he went to London. 

Couldn’t wait until I disappeared so she could take off. 

Apparently, it was just a meaningless fling for her. 

He curled his lip in disgust at his own gullibility.  Turning away, he strode quickly from the pub, ignoring Jake as the older man called out to him. 

William walked up the hill to his rented cottage.  Grabbing his cases, he threw shirts, pants and other items haphazardly inside as he cleaned out the cottage.  No sense in him staying there any longer.  May as well get back to work.  He’d make the director happy by showing up early for the shoot…as it was, they’d started production already – working on scenes that he didn’t need to be present for. 

He couldn’t believe she’d just left like that, without saying goodbye.  Left a note, spoken to Jake…something.  A crumb.  Was that too much to ask? 

Allowing his anger to mask the hurt he was feeling, William descended the staircase, his bulging suitcases held firmly in each hand.  He passed through the open front door and dropped his luggage by the Land Rover. 

He swept through his rented cottage one last time to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.  When he was assured that all of his personal belongings were accounted for, he stormed out of the cottage, slamming the front door behind him. He wanted to put as much distance between himself and Crackington Haven as possible.  

If he never saw the place again he’d be too happy. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Two months later… 

William growled in frustration at yet another delay in shooting.  He was tired, hot, and just wanted the day to be over.  His female costar seemed to have the right idea, waiting out the latest snafu in her trailer to ease the burgeoning heat that had settled over the city they were currently filming in. 

As much as he wanted to say to hell with the shoot for the day, William had vowed never to let his anger and frustration get the best of him.  He’d swore when he was just a nobody that no one would ever be able to say that he was a troublesome actor, prone to tantrums.  Instead, with his easygoing manner, directors were eager to cast him in their fics – citing his unfailing professionalism as one of the main reasons. 

Still…just once he’d like to give in to his inner two-year-old and throw a bloody tantrum. 

And today would have been the perfect day. 

Finally, the director took pity on him and called the shoot for the day.  Too many technical issues prevented them getting back to work anytime in the near future. 

Heaving a sigh of relief, William left the set and made his way to his trailer. 

He needed a drink…and bad. 

Today was the two-month anniversary of the day he’d rushed back to Crackington Haven, only to find out that Buffy had left the day prior.  Just the thought of that was enough to get his temper flaring.  

William stepped inside his trailer, his arms breaking out in goose bumps as the cool air rushed over his overheated body.  He quickly stripped out of his shirt and made his way to the small refrigerator.  He grabbed a beer, opened it, draining half the contents before pulling the opening away from his parched lips.       

He plopped on the couch, propping his arm behind his head as he worked on finishing off the bottle in his hand. 

Unconsciously, his mind wandered back to that rainy day in the cave.  The feel of her body when she’d given herself to him; her nervousness when she’d awakened; afterwards, when they’d gone back to her place, eating before the fire; making love again and again throughout the remainder of the night. 

He fast-forwarded to that morning, the last time he’d seen her…she’d seemed desperate for him, just as he was for her.  Scared that if the other were to leave it would be over.  But, he’d had to go, and she’d disappeared from his life, leaving him feeling bereft. 

‘I’m not bereft, dammit.  I’d have to care to be bereft,’ he told himself. 

 ‘You do care, William.  That’s the problem.’ 

‘Sod off.  I don’t need you bloody telling me what I feel.  It’s over.  Finished.  She’s gone.’ 

The ringing of his cell phone abruptly cut off the argument he was having with himself. 

“Hello?” 

“William.” 

“Hello, mum.” 

“How’s your project going?” 

“It’s fine.  We let out early while they deal with some technical issues, but we’ll be back at it first thing.” 

“That’s wonderful, dear.  I was just calling to check on your…I haven’t spoken with you in a while,” her soft, lilting voice sounded slightly hurt. 

“’M sorry, mum.  Just been busy with this shoot, is all.” 

“I know, dear.  But, it’s a mother’s prerogative to nag their children into calling more often,” she joked. 

“Yes, it is at that.”  He grinned into the phone.  This was just what he needed to get his mind off of Buffy. 

Damn. 

So much for that. 

“Well, I haven’t talked to you since you left Crackington Haven.  Did you have a nice time there?” 

“It was alright.” 

“Hmmm…Jake told me you left a week early.  Did something happen?” 

“Jake told you…wait.  You know Jake?  The barkeep, Jake?” 

“Yes dear.  He’s an old childhood friend.  Jake, me, and your father were very close.  Jake was even your dad’s best man at our wedding.  But, we’d lost contact not long afterwards, and it wasn’t until recently that he managed to find me again.” 

Dead silence greeted her pronouncement. 

“Anyway…Jake mentioned this Buffy.  Strange name, that.  Anyway…what was I saying?  Oh yes, apparently you two had formed an attachment of sorts…” 

“Mum…” he tried in vain to interrupt. 

“…but, you had to go out of town…and she was just devastated when you left…” 

“Mum…wait…devastated?”   

He sat up from his reclined position on the couch, gripping the phone tightly in his hand. 

“Jake said she was devastated?” 

“Yes, dear…apparently, he’d gone on and on about how she was crying when she came into the pub… poor dear…just breaks my heart…and how she wanted Jake to make sure that he told you goodbye.  He’d tried to call after her, but she’d burst into tears and rushed from the pub.” 

At that, William blanched. 

She had cared. 

And she’d spent the past two months probably thinking…hell, he didn’t know what she was thinking.  But, damned if he was going to sit around and wait any longer to find out. 

He knew she lived in Sunnydale, and that she was a nursing student and Sunnydale University.   

How hard could it be to find her? 

“Mum…mum…” William tried desperately to interrupt his mother’s monologue.  She was on a roll and it took her a minute to wind down. 

Guilt was eating at him, and he needed to get off the phone so he could set his plans in motion. 

“Hmmmm?” 

“I…uh…I gotta go.  They’re calling for me.  I’ll call you later this evening, ok?” 

“That’s ok, dear.  You go on back to work.  Call me in a few days when you have time.” 

“Yes.  I will.  Goodbye, mum.” 

“Bye, William.” 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Anne set the phone back in the cradle and leaned back in her chair.  Her blue eyes twinkled as she eyed her visitor. 

“You are devilishly evil, Anne Thornton.  And, if I wasn’t married to my own sweet Maggie, I’d sweep you off your feet and steal you away.” 

“Oh, Jake…stop.  You’ll have me blushing.” 

Jake continued to eye his best friend while she burst into giggles as he wiggled his eyebrows at her in a leering manner. 

“Well, it’s about time someone kicked my son in the arse and got him moving.  Two months is too long to brood over the girl.  Really!  I’ll never get any grandchildren if I leave everything to the men to handle,” she told her friend, abruptly sobering from her laugh. 

She leaned over and picked up the teacup resting on the coffee table in front of her.  She brought it to her lips, sipping daintily at the steaming liquid. 

She was going to get some grandbabies from her son, damned if she wasn’t.

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