he walked down the hall with his combat boots drenched in mud. no one knew what he had been through.
no one knew where he had just come from.
his hands ran across the lockers, leaving red stain streaks marking his path.
the sillouette of his slim body slowly lurking towards her.

she sat in the dark not thinking of anything.
the room and everyone in it didn't exist if he wasn't there.
holding back the urge to tear the whole place apart was the hardest thing she's ever had to endure.
thoughts tried to burst through her blank countenence.

the door hung on its hinges.
he stepped into the room.
a threshhold had been passed.

eyes.

panting he looked up.
panting she looked up.

crashing into each other with fists and lips they greeted each other.

"buffy."
"spike."