Summary: Spike hasn't seen Buffy for four years, so when she comes and
saves his drunken ass, there's alot to tell about what has happened
over the years.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
A/N: The second and third chapters are flash backs of what has happened over the four years they have been apart. Then it gets down to the reason Buffy came back to Sunnydale.
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It's Been Awhile
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Spike was sitting on the counter of a new demon bar that just opened up in Sunnydale. He was drunk and half unconsious, unaware of his surrounding. He was trying to drink away the pain he had been feeling for the past four years. Ever since he had left Sunnydale.
He had had a huge fight with Buffy about her keeping him from her friends. He had left Sunnydale, just for a change of scenery and to cool off for a few months. He had tried to call Buffy many times, but she had always hung up on him. She wouldn't even let him talk to Dawn. Then, when he had come back six months later, he found no trace of any of the gang or where they had gone. Buffy's house was deserted and the Magic Box was closed. The only thing he found was a picture of Dawn that she must have left him, incase he came back.
That was four years ago. He had become a drunk. Drinkng every night. He thought if the achohol could take away the pain, he would just drink a hell of a lot of it. He would walk home, if he didn't pass out on the way, and fall asleep in his bed until that night. Then he would get drunk. It was like a routine that he hasn't broken since that day he'd come back.
That night, had been the worst. He was about to pass out in the bar. But he wanted to at least make it outside so he wouldn't get robbed. He started to walk out, his senses faded out because of the achohol. This is why he didn't notice someone following him.
Actually, it was more like a lot of someone's. He had been playing poker with some regular kid, about 18, that wanted to be cool, so he hung with whatever big bads could tolerate him. Anyway, Spike had gotten alot of money of the kid, and he wasn't very happy. He had found out that Spike couldn't hit humans. So, he rounded up some of his big guy friends, and set out on a search for the vamp.
Spike had just turned down an alley behind the Bronze. He felt like he was about to pass out, until he felt someone pin his arms behind his back as the shoved him against the wall.
"Oh, bloody hell!" he cursed as he felt his nearly numb body send a sharp pain up and down his back.
"You little git! Take the money. I don't care," and he really didn't. He didn't care about anything since he had lost Buffy.
He felt his pocket being searched as they took all his money and any other thing he had in his coat. The guy who had him pinned against the wall turned him around so he was facing the kid. He punched Spike squarly in the jaw. Spike was happy he had gotten so drunk before, he could barley feel anything. The kid hit him agian. And again. Until Spike's face was black and blue. But Spike let him do it. It took his mind of the pain he was feeling in his heart.
"You just don't give up. You bloody wanker," said Spike softly, barley consious. He didn't notice that a new person had come into veiw, but the person wasn't with the others.
The person had come up behind the kid, and did a round kick to his head, knocking him out. It took out the rest of the guys in no time what-so-ever. The man that had had Spike pinned agaist the wall had left him. Spike slid down to the ground as he slipped into unconsiuosness.
When the person had finished off the men left, she took a look at the vamp laying against the wall. She sighed at his bruised face. She lifted him up, putting his arm around her neck and hauled him to her car.
When Spike woke up, he couldn't even tell where he was. His visoin was blurred and his head throbbed. He tried to sit up, but pain shot up his back and made his head throb even more.
"Bloody hell," he cursed, laying back down. His senses were faded, so he couldn't tell if anyone else was in the room. All he knew is that his head was throbbing and the world felt like it was spinning. He tried to go back to sleep, but after about half an hour, his head ache had subsided and he could sit up. He tried to sit agianst the head of the bed. He could see where he was. An apartment. He knew it was daytime. But he noticed the curtains were drawn. He guessed one of his poker buddies and rescued him from that kid and his posse. He knew he couldn't leave, so he just tried to stand up.
When he was successfully on his feet, he walked into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water over his face. He felt like he was going to throw up. He needed a bootle of liquor to quench his thrist. Even though he couldn't see his face in the mirror, he knew his face was badly bruised. One eye was almost completly shut. The last time he had been this bad......
He tried not to think about it. It just made his drinking worse.
He went back into the room. He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands, running his hands through his unruly hair. He didn't have the money to buy any gel to keep his hair down, so he just let it go wild.
He heard the door open as someone walked in. He slowly raised his head. Then he about passed out a second time.
"Buffy?"
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
A/N: The second and third chapters are flash backs of what has happened over the four years they have been apart. Then it gets down to the reason Buffy came back to Sunnydale.
______________
It's Been Awhile
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Spike was sitting on the counter of a new demon bar that just opened up in Sunnydale. He was drunk and half unconsious, unaware of his surrounding. He was trying to drink away the pain he had been feeling for the past four years. Ever since he had left Sunnydale.
He had had a huge fight with Buffy about her keeping him from her friends. He had left Sunnydale, just for a change of scenery and to cool off for a few months. He had tried to call Buffy many times, but she had always hung up on him. She wouldn't even let him talk to Dawn. Then, when he had come back six months later, he found no trace of any of the gang or where they had gone. Buffy's house was deserted and the Magic Box was closed. The only thing he found was a picture of Dawn that she must have left him, incase he came back.
That was four years ago. He had become a drunk. Drinkng every night. He thought if the achohol could take away the pain, he would just drink a hell of a lot of it. He would walk home, if he didn't pass out on the way, and fall asleep in his bed until that night. Then he would get drunk. It was like a routine that he hasn't broken since that day he'd come back.
That night, had been the worst. He was about to pass out in the bar. But he wanted to at least make it outside so he wouldn't get robbed. He started to walk out, his senses faded out because of the achohol. This is why he didn't notice someone following him.
Actually, it was more like a lot of someone's. He had been playing poker with some regular kid, about 18, that wanted to be cool, so he hung with whatever big bads could tolerate him. Anyway, Spike had gotten alot of money of the kid, and he wasn't very happy. He had found out that Spike couldn't hit humans. So, he rounded up some of his big guy friends, and set out on a search for the vamp.
Spike had just turned down an alley behind the Bronze. He felt like he was about to pass out, until he felt someone pin his arms behind his back as the shoved him against the wall.
"Oh, bloody hell!" he cursed as he felt his nearly numb body send a sharp pain up and down his back.
"You little git! Take the money. I don't care," and he really didn't. He didn't care about anything since he had lost Buffy.
He felt his pocket being searched as they took all his money and any other thing he had in his coat. The guy who had him pinned against the wall turned him around so he was facing the kid. He punched Spike squarly in the jaw. Spike was happy he had gotten so drunk before, he could barley feel anything. The kid hit him agian. And again. Until Spike's face was black and blue. But Spike let him do it. It took his mind of the pain he was feeling in his heart.
"You just don't give up. You bloody wanker," said Spike softly, barley consious. He didn't notice that a new person had come into veiw, but the person wasn't with the others.
The person had come up behind the kid, and did a round kick to his head, knocking him out. It took out the rest of the guys in no time what-so-ever. The man that had had Spike pinned agaist the wall had left him. Spike slid down to the ground as he slipped into unconsiuosness.
When the person had finished off the men left, she took a look at the vamp laying against the wall. She sighed at his bruised face. She lifted him up, putting his arm around her neck and hauled him to her car.
When Spike woke up, he couldn't even tell where he was. His visoin was blurred and his head throbbed. He tried to sit up, but pain shot up his back and made his head throb even more.
"Bloody hell," he cursed, laying back down. His senses were faded, so he couldn't tell if anyone else was in the room. All he knew is that his head was throbbing and the world felt like it was spinning. He tried to go back to sleep, but after about half an hour, his head ache had subsided and he could sit up. He tried to sit agianst the head of the bed. He could see where he was. An apartment. He knew it was daytime. But he noticed the curtains were drawn. He guessed one of his poker buddies and rescued him from that kid and his posse. He knew he couldn't leave, so he just tried to stand up.
When he was successfully on his feet, he walked into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water over his face. He felt like he was going to throw up. He needed a bootle of liquor to quench his thrist. Even though he couldn't see his face in the mirror, he knew his face was badly bruised. One eye was almost completly shut. The last time he had been this bad......
He tried not to think about it. It just made his drinking worse.
He went back into the room. He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands, running his hands through his unruly hair. He didn't have the money to buy any gel to keep his hair down, so he just let it go wild.
He heard the door open as someone walked in. He slowly raised his head. Then he about passed out a second time.
"Buffy?"