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Buffy paced around her bedroom. Dawn was downstairs watching a movie, whilst Willow was making cookies. *It should be me making cookies for her,* Buffy thought guiltily, picking up a photograph on her dresser of her and Dawn at the beach. It had been a few months ago, before she had started her job at Doublemeat Palace, and they had decided to go on a day trip, just the two of them. It had been nice. Now Buffy was just too busy for fun trips away. Maybe she'd see about doing something else on her next day off work. *If I can afford it,* She thought grimly.
Her pacing continued. She was trying to decide whether or not to go and see Spike. She hadn't spoken to him since the argument they'd had at his crypt, and that had been last week. She'd spoken to Tara and had decided that she might see about trying to make it work with him. However talking about doing it and actually doing it were two completely different things. she was worried that she might be making a huge mistake. Plus, she didn't really know what she'd say to him. *Hey Spike, remember when I punched you, blew up your crypt and broke up the relationship, denying we would ever get back together? Well guess what lover, I've changed my mind again and want you back! Forgive me?* Ugh. It would be hard. For her mainly - she knew Spike would be so overjoyed about them getting back together that he'd forgive her anything, murder even. *And he even did that* Buffy recalled - remembering Katrina, then remembering the harsh beating Spike had been served by her fists. Buffy had a lot of apologising to do.
It was getting later and later. *Oh God,* panicked Buffy, * I'm going to have to do it. Get it over and done with. Now. Right away. Here I go.* She remained motionless.
"Clearly my feet don't believe a word my brain is telling them."
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"Honestly, If you smooth peanut butter over them they'll taste way better!" Dawn stuffed a large cookie spread thickly with the gooey spread into her mouth. "Honesht, itsh delichioush!"
"I'll take your word for it," Willow said making a face, "I'm not in the mood for a vomit-a-rama right now."
They both giggled as Buffy came into the room, jacket on. "Hey Buff, out for some late night action?" smiled Willow picking up a plate of cookies, "Wanna take along a fighty type snack? Hot from the oven, chocalicious and great if not spread with peanut butter!"
"Uh, nah, I'm set," smiled Buffy, who was still stuck on "Late night action". "I'll be sure to make my way to the fridge when I get back though, so save me some."
"Are you kidding?" choked Dawn, "If your not fast your last! These babys will be gone quicker than you can say..."peanut butter on cookies is great!""
"I'd never say that, so I guess I'll have to miss out," said Buffy making her way to the door. "If you barf on the carpet you can clean it up."
"Yeah, yeah. See ya later!" Dawn grabbed another cookie and shoved it in her mouth.
"See you later Buff!" called Willow as Buffy left the house.
There was a moment of quiet as the girls settled back into the sofa. Dawn suddenly groaned and looked at Willow.
"I think I'm going to puke."
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Buffy sighed as she stood outside Spike's crypt. She'd been standing there for ten minutes, trying to find the courage to go in. He probably knew she was there, him being a vampire and all. Whether or not he was ignoring the fact she was outside on purpose, Buffy wasn't sure. She hoped he had calmed down since their last meeting. He'd been really pissed off with her. *And I only have myself to blame,* Buffy thought grimly, *Well, here goes nothing.*
He was sitting on his couch watching telelvision when she finally mustered up enough courage to push open the door. His head snapped around immediatly, and for a split second there was a moment of joy and hope in his eyes before he put his "I don't care mask" back on and continued watching the t.v.
"Hey." Buffy said nervously, walking over to the sofa. When she didn't get a reply she rolled her eyes and sat down next to him.
"I just said Hey to you. Maybe you didn't hear."
"I heard."
"Oh. Must be the silence after I said it that got me confused." Buffy reached over and turned off the television set.
"Do you mind?" scowled Spike, "I was trying to watch that!"
"What I have to say is way more interesting than some dumb musical starring a guy in grey tights."
"It's Labyrinth, and it's a classic. Plus that was David Bowie - if he wants to wear tights that's his choice."
Buffy couldn't keep back a smile. "Spike." she said.
"Buffy." Spike suddenly felt quite nervous as he began to switch his humble lighter on and off again.
"God, will you quit that?" said Buffy, exasperated, "You're always turning that thing on and off. Leave it alone!"
Spike scowled, but sat the lighter down. There was a moments silence as Buffy contemplated what she was going to say.
"So." She started finally. "How's things?"
"Bloody hell! How long are you going to keep doing this? Checking to see how I am." Spike said, rolling his eyes. "I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself you know. You don't need to keep checking up on me."
"I know that." Buffy looked down at her lap. This was hard.
"So, uh, why are you?" Spike couldn't keep the hope out of his voice now. What if Buffy wanted to get back together again? Spike felt so happy for that split second that his heart near burst. Then he allowed himself to think seriously. She would never want to get back with him. She had stated it too clearly for it to be untrue.
Spike came out of his reverie as he noticed that Buffy hadn't yet answered him.
"Buffy?" he queried.
Buffy cleared her throat. How exactly to phrase this?
"So I was sitting in my room when I realised that I hadn't anything to do, and that all I do now is think."
It had made a lot more sense in her head. Spike was looking at her waiting for her to finish. Then he realised she had.
"Uh, that's great luv."
Buffy mentally kicked herself. *Get your head together girl! You want to do this right.*
She tried again. "What I mean is, I can't stop thinking about the...thing we had."
He looked up in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, uh...maybe...um..."
Spike, at this point, was nearly about to fall off the sofa. He was, literally, on the edge of his seat.
Buffy looked up to the ceiling and took a deep sigh.
"I think maybe we should try and start over."
Those nine words were perhaps the greatest words Spike had ever heard in his unlife. He stared at Buffy dumbfounded and found he couldn't speak a word. Which, for Buffy, was a little nervewracking. Had he understood what she meant? Maybe she should say it again, just to clarify.
"I think maybe we should try and start over." she said again, only louder this time.
"I...heard you luv," Spike said finally, "I'm just a little shocked." He looked at her earnestdly. "You really mean it?"
"Yeah." Buffy let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to finally admit that that was what she really wanted. It made things simpler to just admit it. It also cleared up her head a little from lingering thoughts. There was just one last thing.
"If we're gonna do this though Spike, there's something we have to do."
"What?" Spike felt a little wary - did she want him to get his soul restored like the great poof? He started to panic - he didn't want to change, he wanted Buffy to want him for who he was, soul or no soul. He waited with baited breath.
"We have to tell the others."
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I dunno what I thought of this, could you give me feedback? If it's got awful I don't wanna bore you all by continuing! Thanx!
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Buffy paced around her bedroom. Dawn was downstairs watching a movie, whilst Willow was making cookies. *It should be me making cookies for her,* Buffy thought guiltily, picking up a photograph on her dresser of her and Dawn at the beach. It had been a few months ago, before she had started her job at Doublemeat Palace, and they had decided to go on a day trip, just the two of them. It had been nice. Now Buffy was just too busy for fun trips away. Maybe she'd see about doing something else on her next day off work. *If I can afford it,* She thought grimly.
Her pacing continued. She was trying to decide whether or not to go and see Spike. She hadn't spoken to him since the argument they'd had at his crypt, and that had been last week. She'd spoken to Tara and had decided that she might see about trying to make it work with him. However talking about doing it and actually doing it were two completely different things. she was worried that she might be making a huge mistake. Plus, she didn't really know what she'd say to him. *Hey Spike, remember when I punched you, blew up your crypt and broke up the relationship, denying we would ever get back together? Well guess what lover, I've changed my mind again and want you back! Forgive me?* Ugh. It would be hard. For her mainly - she knew Spike would be so overjoyed about them getting back together that he'd forgive her anything, murder even. *And he even did that* Buffy recalled - remembering Katrina, then remembering the harsh beating Spike had been served by her fists. Buffy had a lot of apologising to do.
It was getting later and later. *Oh God,* panicked Buffy, * I'm going to have to do it. Get it over and done with. Now. Right away. Here I go.* She remained motionless.
"Clearly my feet don't believe a word my brain is telling them."
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"Honestly, If you smooth peanut butter over them they'll taste way better!" Dawn stuffed a large cookie spread thickly with the gooey spread into her mouth. "Honesht, itsh delichioush!"
"I'll take your word for it," Willow said making a face, "I'm not in the mood for a vomit-a-rama right now."
They both giggled as Buffy came into the room, jacket on. "Hey Buff, out for some late night action?" smiled Willow picking up a plate of cookies, "Wanna take along a fighty type snack? Hot from the oven, chocalicious and great if not spread with peanut butter!"
"Uh, nah, I'm set," smiled Buffy, who was still stuck on "Late night action". "I'll be sure to make my way to the fridge when I get back though, so save me some."
"Are you kidding?" choked Dawn, "If your not fast your last! These babys will be gone quicker than you can say..."peanut butter on cookies is great!""
"I'd never say that, so I guess I'll have to miss out," said Buffy making her way to the door. "If you barf on the carpet you can clean it up."
"Yeah, yeah. See ya later!" Dawn grabbed another cookie and shoved it in her mouth.
"See you later Buff!" called Willow as Buffy left the house.
There was a moment of quiet as the girls settled back into the sofa. Dawn suddenly groaned and looked at Willow.
"I think I'm going to puke."
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Buffy sighed as she stood outside Spike's crypt. She'd been standing there for ten minutes, trying to find the courage to go in. He probably knew she was there, him being a vampire and all. Whether or not he was ignoring the fact she was outside on purpose, Buffy wasn't sure. She hoped he had calmed down since their last meeting. He'd been really pissed off with her. *And I only have myself to blame,* Buffy thought grimly, *Well, here goes nothing.*
He was sitting on his couch watching telelvision when she finally mustered up enough courage to push open the door. His head snapped around immediatly, and for a split second there was a moment of joy and hope in his eyes before he put his "I don't care mask" back on and continued watching the t.v.
"Hey." Buffy said nervously, walking over to the sofa. When she didn't get a reply she rolled her eyes and sat down next to him.
"I just said Hey to you. Maybe you didn't hear."
"I heard."
"Oh. Must be the silence after I said it that got me confused." Buffy reached over and turned off the television set.
"Do you mind?" scowled Spike, "I was trying to watch that!"
"What I have to say is way more interesting than some dumb musical starring a guy in grey tights."
"It's Labyrinth, and it's a classic. Plus that was David Bowie - if he wants to wear tights that's his choice."
Buffy couldn't keep back a smile. "Spike." she said.
"Buffy." Spike suddenly felt quite nervous as he began to switch his humble lighter on and off again.
"God, will you quit that?" said Buffy, exasperated, "You're always turning that thing on and off. Leave it alone!"
Spike scowled, but sat the lighter down. There was a moments silence as Buffy contemplated what she was going to say.
"So." She started finally. "How's things?"
"Bloody hell! How long are you going to keep doing this? Checking to see how I am." Spike said, rolling his eyes. "I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself you know. You don't need to keep checking up on me."
"I know that." Buffy looked down at her lap. This was hard.
"So, uh, why are you?" Spike couldn't keep the hope out of his voice now. What if Buffy wanted to get back together again? Spike felt so happy for that split second that his heart near burst. Then he allowed himself to think seriously. She would never want to get back with him. She had stated it too clearly for it to be untrue.
Spike came out of his reverie as he noticed that Buffy hadn't yet answered him.
"Buffy?" he queried.
Buffy cleared her throat. How exactly to phrase this?
"So I was sitting in my room when I realised that I hadn't anything to do, and that all I do now is think."
It had made a lot more sense in her head. Spike was looking at her waiting for her to finish. Then he realised she had.
"Uh, that's great luv."
Buffy mentally kicked herself. *Get your head together girl! You want to do this right.*
She tried again. "What I mean is, I can't stop thinking about the...thing we had."
He looked up in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, uh...maybe...um..."
Spike, at this point, was nearly about to fall off the sofa. He was, literally, on the edge of his seat.
Buffy looked up to the ceiling and took a deep sigh.
"I think maybe we should try and start over."
Those nine words were perhaps the greatest words Spike had ever heard in his unlife. He stared at Buffy dumbfounded and found he couldn't speak a word. Which, for Buffy, was a little nervewracking. Had he understood what she meant? Maybe she should say it again, just to clarify.
"I think maybe we should try and start over." she said again, only louder this time.
"I...heard you luv," Spike said finally, "I'm just a little shocked." He looked at her earnestdly. "You really mean it?"
"Yeah." Buffy let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to finally admit that that was what she really wanted. It made things simpler to just admit it. It also cleared up her head a little from lingering thoughts. There was just one last thing.
"If we're gonna do this though Spike, there's something we have to do."
"What?" Spike felt a little wary - did she want him to get his soul restored like the great poof? He started to panic - he didn't want to change, he wanted Buffy to want him for who he was, soul or no soul. He waited with baited breath.
"We have to tell the others."
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I dunno what I thought of this, could you give me feedback? If it's got awful I don't wanna bore you all by continuing! Thanx!