TITLE: Forbidden
AUTHOR: Dark Raven & Trish
PART: 1
RATING: PG this part
DISCLAIMER: Only the new characters belong to us. Everyone else is just being borrowed.
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SUMMARY: Set during "The Body" Now, please, read the damn story. :P


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"I want you gone. I want you gone. Iwantyougone." This phrase kept repeating itself in his head. In an effort to drown out those hateful words, he started pacing.

He loved her. Honestly, truly loved her. How could she just throw his feelings in his face like that? She treated him like he was some kind of animal. No, not even an animal. The Slayer wouldn't even behave this way towards a wild boar. For some odd reason though, she did to Spike. He picked up a bottle of beer, and took another long swig. Since the pacing didn't seem to drown out those hateful words he proceeded to tear his place apart.

As he picked up his chair to hurl it against the wall, an object fell out and stopped him dead in his tracks. What stopped him was a small notebook. "Wait isn't that the Nibblet's diary?" he thought to himself, "I bet I could find a lot of juicy goods about the Slayer in here. On second thought, I bet she already has her knickers in a twist over this. I better drop it off before I end up with a stake through my soddin' heart. If she'll even let me in."

Spike didn't even try to fathom why he'd risk his undead life to return a diary during the day, as he grabbed his blanket and made a dash to his beloved DeSoto.

The drive over to Rodello Drive was way too short in Spike's mind. As he pulled up in front of the house, he hoped no one was home so he could just toss it in through the door & leave.

As luck would have it though, as Spike was about to flee back to his car, Joyce opened the door. She flashed him one of those looks that only a mother can give, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Spike, what are you doing here?"

"Mum, I was just returning the Nibblet's diary. She left it in my crypt. I'll, I'll go now," he replied flashing her a hurt look. Joyce remembered that look from when Spike had been at her door all upset over Dru. Joyce sighed, and said, "Spike, it's broad daylight. I don't want you to get fried. Why don't you just come in. If you tell Buffy of this I'll stake you myself."

Spike did all he could to restrain himself from pulling Joyce into a hug. *I've got an invite, I've got an invite!* he thought to himself. Feeling at least a little bit better, Spike followed Buffy's mother into the kitchen, and got ready for another day of hot chocolate confessions.

A few mugs of hot chocolate later, Spike was still pouring his heart out to his "Mum."
Joyce wasn't as appalled by Spike's feelings towards her daughter as she had been the previous night. She saw how torn up he was about this and realized that his feelings for Buffy were very real. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized how good they could be for each other. The tension between Buffy and Spike was already sizzling hot, and there was the fact that they had never dealt that final blow, even though from what Buffy told her the opportunity had been there. She'd never really liked Angel, even before she found out he was a vampire. It was the fact that Buffy was so vibrant and Angel was so NOT. She'd like Spiked before she found out about his undead status and had continued to like him.

Joyce continued thinking about the vampire as she got up to wash the hot cocoa stained mugs that she and Spike had been drinking from. She had been telling the vampire who loved her daughter that she honestly did like him when her speech was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. With a frown, Joyce looked at her soap-covered hands and asked Spike to get the door.

After the weight that had been lifted off his shoulders because of her, he was more than happy to do it. Spike's face lit up completely when he saw a delivery man with a big beautiful bouquet of flowers. His smile got even bigger when he realized that they had been sent to Joyce.

Spike peered into the lovely arangement, and happily commented, "Well, Brian must be a lucky man, Joyce. Should I make him state his intentions?" He heard Joyce laugh as she moved into the living room and said "Thanks for the offer Spike, but I think you'll have to fight Buffy for that honor."

He placed the flowers down in the hall, and his smile quickly faded when he caught a glimpse of Joyce on the couch. Her eyes were open, staring at nothing, and her body was slack.

And there was the fact that he heard no heartbeat.

Spike didn't even think as he raced to the phone. He waited impatiently for the phone to be answered.

"Hello? Giles? You've got to help."

"We are not your friends, Spike, we are not your way to Buffy. Never call again."

"Please, Giles, you don't understand! This is an emergency. You have to help! I can't save her," Spike yelled into the receiver.

CLICK.



end part 1.