A.N: Finally the last chapter, sorry it has taken me so long to get here, but as per usual school and works come first...I miss being a kid sigh Anywho I am hoping to include some sort of epilogue for this. Thanks so much xXriujooXx for your support :) Here we go! Oh and in case you haven't figured it out I am NOT Joss Whedon so I don't own squat.

Buffy felt like she was going to be sick as she pulled into the Wolfram and Hart parking lot. Which made sense since she was running on eight cups of coffee and her jitters had gotten so bad she thought she might look like she was seizing. She gripped the steering wheel, leaning her head against it and took one long, steadying breath. Sweeping a hand through her locks she threw the door open and stepped out into the fresh air. "Well," she sighed. "It's now or never."

Spike perched on the edge of Angel's desk, twiddling one of his pens between his fingers as Angel turned slowly in his chair. "Spike," he breathed, grinding his teeth together. Spike grinned cheekily at him. "Oh hey, didn't see you there." Angel snatched the pen from his hand, placing it in a drawer and glared at the blond. "Oi! I was planning on nicking that!" Spike cried. "What part of last warning didn't you get?" he asked as Spike lazily lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. Angel squared his shoulders and rose to full height. "Let me make it clear for you then. You are not allowed in my office...ever." "You know...you're awfully defensive." Angel brow furrowed as he held his gaze with Spike. "I don't like you." "Feelings mutual, but it's more than that," Spike commented tilting his head to the side. "Spike,just get the hell out." he growled. Spike opened his mouth to speak, comment cut off by the high pitched shriek of Harmony outside.

Buffy stared at the receptionist for a full minute before she pulled up her head, looking bored. "Wolfram and Hart, how may I help you..." she broke off momentarily as Buffy smiled nervously at her. "Um hey Harmony I'm just looking for," "Oh my god!" she squealed, practically jumping over the desk to crush Buffy in a hug. "It is soooooo good to see you! I mean last time I saw you, you were all chained up and stealing my man," "Actually Harmony," "But that's all in the past! Cause now I'm good, pretty much all the time, and Spike...I'm sooooo over him. Please. He's like a total ball of ick!" she rolled her eyes before continuing. "I mean the last guy I killed, well I think his name was Tom." "That's nice Harmony, but I'm here looking for..." Buffy tried to break into the girls ranting. Harmony was not phased. "You see he slept with me and then didn't call me! What a butt hole right, but that was a long time ago and what am I a saint? Then there was," Buffy gripped her arms tightly, pushing away from her. "Harmony!Listen to me, I'm looking for," "Buffy?" the voice was soft from behind her and her heart broke at the sound of it. She turned meeting his eyes as he stared at her. Neither moved...neither breathed.

Spike shot Angel a look that promised they would finish this conversation later before stepping out of the office as the door closed behind him loudly. He could see Harmony talking off some poor girls ear and as he approached he realized with shock who it was. Suddenly everything faded except for the golden tresses in front of him and the smell of vanilla and sweat. He swallowed once, twice, throat suddenly dry with the ambrosia that was her in the air. His feet carried him until he within arms length of her, hands opening and closing in anticipation of having her there again. He opened his mouth to speak, swallowing around the emotion choking him. "Buffy?" She turned then meeting his eyes as he strained to contain the flood inside of him. God she looked better than he remembered. She just stared at him, eyes mirroring the astonishment he felt.

"Spike." she said finally, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt momentarily blinded by the torrent of feeling he was expressing with just his eyes. Their bodies were rigid, neither one able to move as Spike lowered his eyes. "I um..." Buffy stuttered suddenly, anxious to break the standoff they were in. "Yeah?" he questioned, cocking one eyebrow. She forced back the tears that came to her eyes at so familiar a gesture, the catch in her voice betraying her as she stated softly. "I missed you." He brushed one hand over her face, catching liquid that was running down her cheek. "I've missed you too Buffy." the emotions that were there were so raw, so fragile as Buffy reached up to touch his own hand softly. They stood that way for awhile, anchored only by the gentle embrace that their fingers were entwined in. She smiled up at him, taking in her surroundings. "Looks like you upgraded from the basement." Spike removed his hand, sensing the moment of intimacy passing. "Suppose." he stated, shrugging both shoulders as he placed his hands in the pockets of the duster. Buffy wanted desperately to throw her arms around him and confess her undying love, but she had made a promise that she would settle things with Angel first and give her and Spike a fresh start. "Do you know where I can find Angel?" she questioned, immediately regretting it as his face darkened."Right this way." he grumbled, stomping off as Buffy followed close behind.

'Of course she was here to see Angel! How could he have been so stupid! It was ALWAYS Angel. Fucking asshole...How he hated him.' Buffy was saying something to his right and he shot a glare at her that had stopped her words mid sentence. 'How could she do this to him? Looking at him that way, like she actually gave a damn? Like she loved him! The bitch! She came all this way to what, come back to Angel?' He swallowed the bile rising up in his throat, he was quickly being consumed by his rage, as the corners of his vision became tinted with red. He didn't even bother to knock as he threw the heavy wooden double doors to the side and called out without bothering to hide the disgust in his voice. "Honey, we're home!"

Buffy flinched as the wooden doors collided into the wall. She has been trying to explain to Spike that she didn't come here for Angel when he had turned and shot her a look that made her blood run cold. Spike circled the room, before whirling on her. "Well look likes he's not here, guess you will have to go come back some other time...thanks for stopping by." he grabbed her by the elbow trying to push her out of the room. She wretched out his grip. "Spike stop it." she warned, starting to get irritated. "Look, you don't have to play nice. You came here for Angel and he's not here, so you are free to sod off now." his voice was low, and menacing and Buffy felt her tolerance being tested. "Spike, if you would just shut up and listen.." "Listen? What the fuck do you want me to listen to Buffy? How you want to be with Angel? That's fine, go,be with the bloody bastard, but don't spend another second pretending that you actually care!" he boomed. It was too much. After the night she had,and the feelings raging inside of her...it was too much. She reared back and punched him hard, a loud crack echoing in the office.

His head cocked back from the force as she stifled a gasp. "I didn't mean to..." Spike puffed out his chest,steeling his eyes at her. "Right then, you came, you punched, sorry I don't have a bleeding T-shirt for you." he mumbled, moving to get past her. Buffy panicked, her heart tightening in her chest as she watched Spike leave. This wasn't supposed to happen, she came here to win him back not drive him away. "Spike, wait!" she cried out, death gripping his elbow. "Hey! Watch the leather!" he yelped as her hand tightened. She pressed her forehead into his back. "Don't go." she pleaded as he let out a loud sigh. "What do you want Buffy?" he questioned, turning to face her, crossing his arms across his chest. "Okay, okay give me a minute." "Minute starts now love." "Look, I didn't mean for that to happen, it just did." "Most punches to the face, in particular to me, don't just happen." he stated, narrowing his eyes at her. "I know. And I'm sorry just..." "Thought you would take out your frustration on my face?" "No! Yes...I don't know." "Minutes almost up." Buffy met his eyes, unnerved. "Spike, I'm running on eight cups of coffee and about fourteen hours of trying to come up with the perfect speech...not to mention after effects of a spell, give me a break would ya?" He uncrossed his arms, taking in her features for the first time.

She looked tired, deep set lines in her face revealing that it had been far too long since she had a good nights sleep, her hair was lackluster, thrown into a messy ponytail. Her lips were quivering...Spike had never seen her lips quiver before. And her eyes, there was so much emotion, so much tethered feeling that Spike felt as if he was drowning in them...so much so he took in a deep breath. "I'm listening." he whispered as she smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you." He sat in the nearest chair. "Go on then." "Right. Me with the going." she twisted the corner of her shirt almost painfully, tugging on the material harshly. "Buffy love...just say what you need to say." "Okay but don't interrupt." Spike pantomimed locking his mouth shut as Buffy chuckled.

"So I wouldn't exactly say we had the best relationship," she paused as he nodded silently in agreement. "But then I wouldn't exactly say I treated you like a relationship. More like a pain and sex buddy... and I'm sorry for that." Spike held her gaze, following her with his eyes as she paced the floor. "I mean I didn't have the whole story back then, I was missing a lot of the important stuff, like the deleted scenes or something, but then...I saw it. I saw you." Spike quirked an eyebrow at her, opening his mouth to speak. "Just wait Spike, if I don't get it out now, I may never say it." he nodded. "I needed to speak to Angel, because I needed to make things right with him, before I could make things right with you. When Angel left me...he took the best part of me with him. I felt like half a person and I couldn't trust anyone." Spikes mouth had twitched into a sneer at the mention of Angel but he remained silent. "And then Riley...well that is another set of mistakes. But here's the thing...you loved me. Bitch me, stupid me, reckless me, self destructive me...you took the good with the bad and there was so much bad in me after I came back from heaven it was too exhausting to think about trying to claw back up to the good. So I used you...and abused you and let you shower me with compliments because I was looking for some self worth. You somehow managed to find the worst part of me. And you loved it." she took a shaky breath, releasing the tears that were free flowing down her face.

"Then that...thing happened" Spike hands clenched tightly as she continued. "And you got your soul and...well I started to think there might be something in me that could love something in you. But that took me back to when I hated myself and you so much I could barely breath, so I tried to run, and then I was lost without you, so I let you hold me together. The night we made love for the first time, I felt like I was home." she smiled fondly at him. "And then I told you... I told you I loved you." Spike smiled at the memory. "And you...you told me I didn't. I mean really who do you think you are telling me what I feel and don't feel and then dying for me but not really dying?Like your just some smarty smart ass guy!" she jabbed her finger into his chest, before pulling back sheepishly. "That's not the point and we will talk about that later, the point is... I love you." His head shot up at her statement, challenging the validity in it. "I love you Spike, it may have taken me awhile to realize it, and you may not even feel that way anymore, but I needed you to know that I without a doubt love you."

He stood towering over her as she rambled. "And I told Xander, and Dawn and Willow and Giles because I'm proud of it you know. Proud of us...if there is an us, not that there needs to be an us, just if you wanted an us," Spike grabbed her arms. "Buffy," "Yes?" "Shut up." he said with a chuckle as his lips descended on hers. She entwined her fingers in his hair, lips responding greedily to his own. This is what she had been missing, this fire and passion and...dare she say it, love. "Spike," she mumbled. "I love you." he pulled back, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Say it again." he requested as she peppered kisses on one cheek and then switched to the other. She ghosted a kiss on his eyes before leaning into his ear and whispering. "I love you."

It was an hour before Spike and Buffy emerged from the office, an hour spent reacquainted themselves with each others bodies and sharing stories of new battle wounds. An hour spent making a connection, playing with each others hair, kissing every inch of flesh. An hour spent laughing and falling in love all over again. Buffy flushed as she tried to straighten her hair, laughing as Spike attempted to untangle it. "I think it's useless." she sighed, leaning onto his arm as he snaked it around her waist. "Well leave it. It looks cute." "It looks like we just had sex shamelessly in some random office." Spike snickered. "Well we did." "I know, but it's kinda embarrassing." "I think it's endearing." he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "You are kind of biased." "Yeah well, I'll rip off anyone's head who says anything different." "My, how romantic." he snorted softly. "William bloody Shakespeare pet." her eyes lit up. "Really? Tell me something Shakespearey" "One half of me is yours, the other half yours-Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours." she shivered at the feel of his breath at the nape of her neck and in her ear. She did a quick look around before grabbing one of his labels. "Do you have anymore poetry?" "Yeah, why?" "Save it." she said, before pulling him out the Wolfram and Hart building and speeding the whole way to his apartment.

Meanwhile...

Angel sighed wearily, rubbing his hands together as he plopped into his office chair. He took a deep, unnecessary breath and scrunched his nose up in disgust. "What the..." he questioned, stalking over to his couch. He took another breath a pleasant, almost heavenly smell being overlapped with...SPIKE! "This can't be happening." Spike and Buffy's scent was all over his sofa. "Harmony!" he bellowed and moments later the blond burst through the doors with a "Yes Bossy." "I need a new sofa, don't ask why, just get me one. And this one," his thumb jerked in the direction of the current sofa. "Burn it." "Yes sir!" she answered cheerily as he left her behind in the office, leaving her to stare after him. "He's so weird." she concluded.

Ok...done! I like it...it took me literally all day to get this done and I quite like it. Hope you do to!(you know who you are) oh and I have the epilogue to squeeze in some good ol fashioned spike and angel bickering. I just felt like I would be forcing it in this chapter and I wanted to concentrate mostly on Buffy and Spike. Thanks for sticking with me this long, i'll try to have the epilogue out within the next couple of days and then this will be finished! :D YAY! Ok happy day all