Title: Confrontation
Author: Faith
Part: 7/10
Rating: PG-13 for series
Disclaimer: I own only the whacked out ideas in my head. Not Spike, but I can
dream.
Distribution: Send it, just let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Of course. Babydevil1317328@aol.com or at
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As Buffy turned the corner to get on Revello Drive, she had the sudden
feeling she was being followed. She turned around to see the disgruntled face
of Spike. What the hell was he doing here? Does he not understand that now
was not the time to be asking her out.
"Buffy?" Spike walked up to the indignant Slayer and, when he was sure she
wasn't going to stake his sorry arse, he resumed. "I was just wonderin'..."
"No Spike. I will not go out with you for the last freaking time! Dawn is in
trouble and..."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Buffy's expressive blue eyes
showed suprise and confusion. Good, he thought. "I WAS going to ask you if
you were okay, but nevermind. I see how you treat the one who saved your
fucking life AND stayed at your bedside till you woke. But then again, you
probably didn't see me. You never see me," Spike added bitterly. Now that he
had gotten that off his chest, he turned to leave. The sound of Buffy's
hesitant voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Would you, uh, mind helping me?" She looked very self conscious, and her
chin tilted upwards in a vulnerable expression.
Without another word, he slipped his arm around her and started up the drive
to Buffy's house. At the door, they heard the ominous roar of hell fire
Author: Faith
Part: 7/10
Rating: PG-13 for series
Disclaimer: I own only the whacked out ideas in my head. Not Spike, but I can
dream.
Distribution: Send it, just let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Of course. Babydevil1317328@aol.com or at
spikesslaves@yahoogroups.com
As Buffy turned the corner to get on Revello Drive, she had the sudden
feeling she was being followed. She turned around to see the disgruntled face
of Spike. What the hell was he doing here? Does he not understand that now
was not the time to be asking her out.
"Buffy?" Spike walked up to the indignant Slayer and, when he was sure she
wasn't going to stake his sorry arse, he resumed. "I was just wonderin'..."
"No Spike. I will not go out with you for the last freaking time! Dawn is in
trouble and..."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Buffy's expressive blue eyes
showed suprise and confusion. Good, he thought. "I WAS going to ask you if
you were okay, but nevermind. I see how you treat the one who saved your
fucking life AND stayed at your bedside till you woke. But then again, you
probably didn't see me. You never see me," Spike added bitterly. Now that he
had gotten that off his chest, he turned to leave. The sound of Buffy's
hesitant voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Would you, uh, mind helping me?" She looked very self conscious, and her
chin tilted upwards in a vulnerable expression.
Without another word, he slipped his arm around her and started up the drive
to Buffy's house. At the door, they heard the ominous roar of hell fire