A/N- I'm sorry guys! I know I said I'd be updating more due to holidays. But then I got busy during holidays, and now they are over. :(

Don't you hate it when real life beckons? Well I do :(. Specially if it is school or work, blecchh. I just want to write at the moment! But instead I have to go to school for seven gruesome hours. Sigh. Well I spend that seven hours thinking of new plots for my stories, anyways. ^_^ But it still sucks.

Anyway, another chapter.

By the way, a few people have been complaining that my chapters are short. Sorry about that, but it is the way I started writing this. And I'd hate to go from massively short chapters to massively long chapters. But this way I update more, and you get a few little bursts instead of long drags. I'm sorry if you don't like it this way, but it is just the way I go about it.

Previously-

The two just stood in the lounge room, both indulged in their thoughts, for some time. Both unsure of their next act.

Chapter 26- But it didn't.

The two hated awkward silences. Well, of course. Who does like them?

Buffy was rocking on her heels with her hands behind her back, while Spike was just exploring the room with his eyes. Silence was inevitable, uncomfortable, and unwelcome. Neither Buffy or Spike wanted to keep quiet, but they also didn't know what to say. So silence persisted.

Eventually, Spike decided to speak up. He made a click with his tounge, before, "So... changed anything in here?"

Pretty lame attempted at making conversation. Buffy thought. "Umm... no. Well, ahh... maybe that lamp..." Buffy said pointing at a lamp in the corner of the room. "Wait... no, sorry. It's been there for... well, a long time." She corrected with a scrunch of her eyebrows.

"Okay." Spike said nodding.

Another few moments of silence, and Buffy was just fed up. "Yeah... okay... Spike? Yeah... this feels weird. Right... Anyway, let's just get over it. I need some answers. Do you know why you were being held hostage, and/or who they where?"

"Nice to see you again too, Buffy." Spike mocked, which in return he got a roll of Buffy's eyes. "No I have no idea what I was doing there, had no idea who those wankers were, and I have no bloody clue what they did to me when they knocked me out."

"Knocked you out?" Buffy questioned.

"Yeah. Just before you came to me rescue, thanks for that by the way, those lovely guys dressed in long white clocks drugged me real good. Woke up unchained. Tried to escape at first, with no luck, then not long after that alarm started going off. Then me knight in shinin' armor came to rescue me." Spike said, with a smirk at the end.

Buffy rolled her eyes again at the last sentence. "So you don't know anything. Oh, you're a real help." Buffy said crossing her arms.

"Not my fault, luv. Didn' help that they didn' speak a blooming word. Was going crazy in there. Only my memories to keep me from going completely insane." Spike said with a wink.

"Urgg. Gross Spike." Buffy said, disgusted, turning away. She went to sit on the couch.

Spike followed, plopping himself next to Buffy. He was looking at Buffy, as she cradled her head in her hands. She sighed, and unraveled herself to look up at Spike.

"So..." Spike said, and was about to continue before Buffy spoke up.

"I think you should go." Buffy sighed.

Spike looked extremely hurt. And with sad eyes looked away from Buffy's face and down at his hands that now lay in his lap. "I... suppose I should." He sighed. "I hope nobody's nicked me place." He said, looking up with a forced smile.

Buffy instantly fell sad at his pain. She knew he had to go, but she didn't really want to hurt him like that. And, if she could be truthful to herself, she knew she didn't want him to go. She had missed him, and as the days drew on she started to want him back. The days she spent at his crypt, she waited for his return, with no luck. Now he was back, and she was throwing him out like yesterday's garbage.

"I'm sorry." She sighed. It was the least she could say, and knew it wouldn't do much. But at least she was expressing the smallest of her feelings towards him, because she was sorry.

Spike simply nodded, threw his head down, and headed for the door.

"Wait!" Buffy pleaded, throwing an arm out in his direction.

Spike turned around, "Yeah?" he asked, stepping towards her outstretched arm.

Buffy recoiled her arm, and then tried to realize why she had she asked him to wait. There was no other reason besides that she wanted him to stay. And that would be a bit awkward to ask, 'I changed my mind. Stay?' Sounded a bit desperate, and just not right. She wasn't suppose to still feel this way about him. She shouldn't have in the first place. Then when he cheated... it should have changed everything.

But it didn't.

She decided it was time to just forget about everything, put the past behind her. She had to simply focus on her feelings.

And her feelings told her she wanted him.

She had remained focused on his eyes as she thought and, without breaking the gaze, she walked straight up to him. They now both stood as still as anything, noses almost touching, and eyes never leaving each others. Buffy lifted her right hand from her side, and cupped Spike's right cheek. Her gaze left his eyes and turned to his cheekbone, which she caressed her thumb over. When she turned back to his face, it held confusion, surprise, excitement and eagerness all in one. Her right hand left his cheek and, lifting herself onto her toes, she lifted her left and wrapped both around his neck. Spike still stood frozen, wanting to make a move but unsure of it. Buffy leant in and touched their noses together, while at the same time lifted her hand to rub at the crook of his neck. Spike relaxed instantly, wrapping his arms around Buffy's waist and resting his head on her shoulder.

They hugged each other for a good while, before Buffy leant back to indicate Spike to lift his head. He complied, and they once again stared into each others eyes for another few moments. Soon after Buffy, without any indication whatsoever, pressed her lips to his cold, unexpected mouth.

A/N- Surprising? Yeah, for me too. Didn't expect it to go that way, but there it is anyway. Perfect proof of how my writing has it's own flow.

The unexpected is what to expect.