Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to Joss Whedon, etc etc.

AN: For all those who have read 'The Englishman', thank you for all the lovely reviews! And now, after long waiting here is a sequel. I'm still a little... uncertain about it, but I hope it'll turn out fine. You can read it as a stand alone as well.

Revenge

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Buffy had finished her last class of the University of Sunnydale at a fast rate. She had been longing for this day for about six months now, ever since Spike had left. He had only spent the Christmas holidays with her and it had not been enough for the two lovebirds. Of course, with them, no time would ever be too long. Running out of the class she bumped right into Willow and her new girlfriend, Tara.

"What's the big hurry?" Willow asked before a knowing smile crossed her face and she whispered something to Tara. "Spike is coming back today, isn't he? What time does his plane land?"

"In about an hour." Buffy answered. She had been constantly nagging to both girls for days that her waiting would soon come to an end. It couldn't go fast enough but today was finally there.

"Well, go on then, don't let us keep you." Willow said with a waving off gesture before taking Taras arm. "If Spike isn't too tired, maybe you can come to the Bronze, then I can introduce Tara to him." She said with a grin.

Buffy just nodded and walked away at a rapid pace. She only had one hour to get ready and be at the airport where she had promised to wait for Spike when he arrived. The Englishman had gone back to Britain after highschool was over, being able to stand on his own two feet financially, with a little support from his aunt and uncle. He had not felt much for the American universities and actually felt more at home in the European countries, much to Buffys dismay. When he had finally told her his decision she was far from happy with it and it had almost split them up.

"Go then! If you want it so badly, leave me alone and go back to your stupid, precious England! You always do this!"

"Do what, luv? I have stayed here for an entire year just for you, school has been over for three months. My parents can't keep paying my stay here! What do you want from me then?"

"I want you! Can't you understand that, William?"

That was about the time that Spike knew she was being very serious about it. Whenever his Buffy called him William, something was mighty wrong. She knew he had changed a lot since the murder attempt of Angel and always referred to him as Spike, unless something didn't go her way.

"You have me, Buffy. Always, you know that. Me being in England wouldn't change that."

"Of course it would!" She had shouted as she had burst into tears right in front of him, something she had sworn she would never do again. "I will be here all alone and you will be in Oxford with pretty girls around you..." She trailed off, knowing that wasn't what she had wanted to say.

Spike crossed his arms over his chest. "And you think I can't handle it? Being around other girls I would immediately take on the first opportunity? Do you have that little trust in me? Maybe it would be better if we did stop this here."

He had walked away then, angry at his girlfriend and the world for being so unfair to him. The next day Buffy had stood in front of his door, asking him for forgiveness and saying she had been selfish for wanting him to stay. They had eventually parted on good terms and he had come back with the holidays as he had promised.

Quickly washing her hair and looking through the closet for an appropriate outfit, she glanced at the picture which was on her bedside table. It was one of her and all her friends, Spike still with them, on the last day of highschool. Now she would be able to see him again. Grabbing her purse she waited for the taxi she had rung earlier, she still didn't have her license.

Spike sat on the plane, but wasn't as excited as Buffy. The journey had worn him out, jetlag very evident as he hadn't made this long kind of trip in several months. He was happy that he would get to see his girlfriend again. He had had a great time in Oxford, with a few of his old mates he had met back there at the start of the new school year, but he had missed his girl very much, especially when everyone went out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seatbelts, we are about to land in L.A."

Half asleep, his brain registered the request and he buckled up, waiting for the plane to land. He would still need to get to Sunnydale in one way or another 'cause he hadn't told anyone but Buffy that he would arrived at this particular hour. As the plane found solid ground he wondered about getting home. He didn't need to wait for his luggage for very long, grabbing it from the transporter as he went.

He looked at the other couples for a moment, who had found each other back at the chaos of the airport. With a weak smile he grabbed his bag and suitcase and headed out for the buses, where he would catch one to Sunnydale.

"Spike!"

He turned around at the sound of his familiar nickname and was surprised to see Buffy there. "Buffy?" He asked surprised as a bright smile lit up his face. The next thing he knew he was holding the girl in his arms and dropping his suitcase.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, luv."

They both smiled happily and then they kissed. It was long and slow, to get reacquainted with one another. With a short peck on the lips afterwards Buffy took him by the arm.

"How did you get here?" He asked her curiously.

"I took a cab, he's waiting outside, come on."

And so the two lovers met again for the first time in six months, happy in each others company and seemingly with not a care in the world.