Author: Kelley (beanyb1999@hotmail.com)
Rating: Er, PG or PG-13. Whatever.
Distribution: Yeah, sure, take it. Tell me first.
Feedback: I like feedback. Please, be gentle though! No harsh flames!
Summary: After Spike and Tara figure out what is wrong with Buffy, it is up to Spike to make things right again. Takes place after "Wrecked" or "Gone". B/S story . . .like I'd pair them with anyone else!
Disclaimer: Joss still owns these characters. I'm trying to get Spike still.
Dedication: Once again to Christy for her help, and for encouraging me to post this. For Shelley, just cuz it would be wrong if I didn't dedicate this to her since she is the other half of my brain. For Bridgett who keeps reading "I'll Most Likely Kill You In The Morning" (Kelley and Shelley story). Here is something new!
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"Timmy has a bad feeling about this, Princess."
"Passions" was on, but Spike wasn't paying much attention to it. His brain was working hard, distracting him from his beloved soap opera.
At first, he'd been pretty happy that his chip no longer worked on the Slayer. For a short moment, he thought he'd like to add her to his list of slayed slayers. That didn't last long though.
Unfortunately, this gave her more reason to stake him. He wasn't the defenseless, helpless Spike he had been right after getting the stupid chip.
It also disturbed him that she did come back wrong. There are ALWAYS consequences when it comes to spells of that magnitude. Whatever was wrong, he really hoped that maybe someone would find out soon.
One of the Scoobies maybe . . .
Who was he kidding? They were blind. Or else just really good at pretending Buffy was fine. He imagined it was a little of both.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, sitting back. He knew better than to mention this to the Nibblet. Tara might be his best bet. She seemed to be pretty good at reading people.
Still, he knew he needed to be careful. If the Scoobies knew, he was pretty sure they'd waste no time in staking him.
"Bloody hell!" Who could he talk to?
He got up and began pacing. Buffy was trying to ignore him. She'd said she was disgusted. "Stupid bitch." He rolled his eyes and kicked the wall as hard as possible.
Why he put up with the Slayer, why he loved her . . . it didn't make sense. He really was lost. Drusilla had told him that not even she could help him after he proclaimed his love for Buffy.
So . . . could no one help him?
He had a bad feeling about all of this. Buffy was impossible to reach. She still believed he was incapable of love just because he had no soul. That bint still had a lot to learn about love and the real meaning of a soul.
Even after everything he'd done for her . . .
He was about to walk out of the door of his crypt when he was reminded of what he was . . . a vampire. The sun did not like vampires.
He screamed in pain and slammed the door. Letting out a defeated sigh, he decided to sleep until the sun set.