Part 11
Forty-Five minutes had passed until Buffy finally came to.
"I think she's waking up," said Xander. "Finally, I thought I was gonna have go to the last resort."
"Which is?" asked Tara.
"Having her smell my armpits…works like a charm every time," proclaimed Xander.
"Ewwww much?" said Dawn.
"Xander, that was just disturbing," said Giles. "But let's focus on Buffy now, we need to see if she's alright."
"Okay Mr. Party pooper, always have to ruin my fun, don't ya" said Xander. "You've been home from England for, what, two hours now, and already I'm in trouble."
Giles continued to ignore Xander, and concentrated on Buffy.
"Buffy, Buffy, it's Giles, can you hear me?"
"Giles?" asked Buffy.
"Yes, it's me, and I'm sure you want to know what I'm doing here, and well, I'm back from England, I just got home today."
"No, actually, I was going to ask you where you put the whipped cream can," said a dazed Buffy before she slipped back into unconsciousness.
"Dear, this is worse than I thought. Has she been acting this strangely the past couple of days?" asked Giles.
"Yeah, she has," said Willow. "But, we figured it out Giles, not that much research involved either. And there's no easy way of saying this, but…"
"Buffy loves Spike," blurted Anya.
"Buffy…love..loves…" said Giles shocked.
"Oh dear, maybe we shouldn't have told him," said Tara.
All of a sudden, there was another loud bang, and Giles fainted to the floor.
"Well..that was interesting…who's up for some ice cream?" asked Xander.
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Back at his crypt, Spike was nervously pacing the room around in circles.
"I can't believe she loves me," said Spike. "I mean, the Slayer, in love with William the Bloody."
Spike was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his crypt door.
"I've sure as hell have been getting a lot of those lately," thought Spike.
He walked over to answer it, but before he could reach the knob, a man came barging in with at least five helpers, and started setting up speakers.
"What the bloody hell is going on 'ere? What does this look like to you, a bloody circuit city?" asked a very ticked off Spike.
"Ahhh, you must be the best man…Hola, Mi nombre es Enriqo. I have come to teach you the art of Spanish dancing."
"Listen mate, I don't need no dancing lessons," explained Spike.
"No, eh? The groom tells me you do…you and the lovely maid of honour will be dancing plenty at the Fiesta," explained Enriqo.
"Maid of Honour? Ohh, the witch..that's alright mate, I insist, no dancing lessons."
"The witch? Is that the red head?" asked Enriqo.
"Yea, what's it to you?"
"Well my amigo, there has been a change of plans. A Miss, eh, Buffy is now the Maid of Honour," he said while reading a piece of paper that was given to him by Xander.
"She is?" asked Spike, half suspiciously, and half with hope in his heart that this wedding may be worth it after all. He grabbed the paper out of his hands, and quickly read until he saw her name written next to maid of honour.
"Si, she is, and you must learn how to dance with her."
"Me an her don't need no dancing lessons…that's all we've ever done.." said Spike, reminiscing about that night where he opened his weak and vulnerable heart up to her, and told her all about his bloody awful past.
"Well, Senor Harris has asked me to do this, so I must!"
"Alright then, where do we start?" asked Spike.
"Well, I will teach you to do the tango, the Samba, and many others, but let's start off easy, shall we?"
"Right then, what dance?"
"The Macarena."
"Bloody hell!"
End Part 11
