A/N.- This is chapter Ten of the ENOUGH series. Last part I wanted to really rip Xander's guts out but I made this story PG, so, sorry me.
Disclaimer.- You all should know this belongs to Joss Whedon and the parties involved in getting this show on the air.
Feedback.- As you wish.
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Willow
Spike was still deciding wether to call the ambulance right now or wait for Willow to do it. He didn't hurt badly the carpenter but the boy would still need some stitches and a few bandages around the ribs. He was also slightly worried about how the girl would react. She was best friends with the whelp and he'd show up with the news of 'Hey, I got the chip out' and 'I beat the crap out of your friend tonight!'. Not a good idea. However, he was intent with such plan and he'd go through with it.
He knew that Willow was still liiving with the slayer and he'd have to risk getting staked in order to talk to the witch. And he had time running against him, because he had left the idiotic boy unconscious but as soon as he woke up he'd call the slayer. No good. Not good at all.
He opened the kitchen's window and climbed in, surprised that his invitation hadn't been revoked. He also risked some mayor bodily harm but he had seen the slayer that day and she was out of the house, patrolling. And there was the slight detail that she knew what he had done to the geeks. The detail that worried him the most was the tiny subject of having stolen the corpses from the morgue. He didn't regret it, he had done worst things in his time. He just hoped that he'd have the chance to explain himself should a fight ensue.
Another hope, he should have learnt by now to not have hope anymore.
Without losing time, he moved upstairs and went to Willow's room. He had to do this quickly and escape before anything happened. He slowly moved next to Willow's bed and discovered that she wasn't alone. He had smelt the flowery scent that the other person in the room had, but he waited to see if she really was there. The two heartbeats were a dead giveaway but he was a sucker for surprises. He smiled weakly at seeing Willow hugging Tara next to her. He wanted to talk to Tara as well, but right now it was about Willow. He had no idea about how to wake her up without startling her.
'Afraid of girls, Spike?' He thought, and with a stern hand, he touched Willow's arm lightly.
"Willow," he whispered, "please, wake up."
He was being gentle because he really didn't want her to scream or Tara to wake up and make him explode or something like that.
The redheaded girl stirred a bit and snuzzled closer to Tara.
'Dammit!' Spike thought, this was not going as planned at all.
"Willow," He said, once again but this time a little louder, "wake up."
He gripped her arm a little tightly, not to hurt her but to hold her physically and try to drag her out of her deep sleep. She groaned a bit and turned around slowly, letting go of Tara and opening her eyes.
"Uhmm, what is it?" She whispered a bit, still groggy and trying to focus.
"Please don't scream," Spike said, watching her and taking a step back, "I need to talk to you."
Willow's eyes flew open as she recognized the voice. She hadn't seen him in a while and she was surprised to find him in her room.
"Spike?" She said, not screaming to avoid waking Tara, "What are you doing here?" She suddenly realized that she was barely wearing anything and dragged the sheets up to her neck.
"Sorry for intruding, but I need to talk to you, please." Spike said, looking intently into her eyes, as if to reassure her that he wasn't staring at anything else.
"Couldn't it wait until morning?" Willow asked.
Spike just stared at her.
"Can't wait, besides, sun." He said.
Willow nodded and looked at the time in her watch. 10:30 pm.
"Ok," she said, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Not here," Spike said, moving his head, "please meet me in the back porch in ten minutes."
Willow looked at him strangely.
"Please, Willow." He whispered. She nodded and watched him as he walked quietly to the door. She hadn't heard him call her by her name in a long time, and she felt as if he was different. He paused, as if he was arguing with something in his mind.
"Hurry, please."
Willow was unsure of what to do. She quietly stood off the bed and dressed with whatever she found near the bed.
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9 and a half minutes later, Willow was walking out of the kitchen door and found the vampire a few yards away. He was finishing a cigarrette and staring at the moon. Willow walked and was unsure of what to do. As she approached him, he turned around and stared at her.
"Thanks for coming out, Willow." Spike said. Willow just nodded and returned the stare.
"I know you're not comfortable coming out here, but I needed to talk to you." Spike threw his cigarrette and looked intently into her eyes.
"I have some news and I wanted to tell you about them," he said, and approached Willow. She was unsure but she held her ground. After all, she had learnt to trust the vampire, but he was behaving so strangely.
"It has to do about what you did to Warren and his friends?" Willow asked, having talked with Buffy and hearing the chopped up version. She had also slipped in the slight telltale signs that Spike had something to do with it. Spike just shrugged and took a drag out of his cigarrette.
"I did nothin'. They had it coming." Spike answered, not wanting any credit about what he'd done.
"Yeah, right, Spike." Willow said, smiling, "Thanks anyways. So what did you want to talk about?"
Spike once again looked up, into the moon.
"I think I owe this to you," Spike said, without looking at her and throwing away his almost finished cigarrette, "you were the only one who treated me nice from the beginning."
Willow hadn't expected this to go this way, she was even more surprised by the fact that Spike was being civil and wasn't acting the way he usually did.
"Well, Dawn also did but let's not go into metaphysical aspects right now." He pulled out another cigarrette and noticed that it was the last one.
"You have always been the most decent of the whole gang, Willow," he said, "do you mind?" he asked, holding the cigarrette and lighter in his hands.
"No, go ahead." Willow said, growing more surprised by the minute.
"Even when I tried to hurt you all you were still very civilized to me." Willow saw the lighter flicker into life and the deep inhalation that Spike took. "And I wanted to thank you for that." He exhaled the smoke and looked back at her.
"I'm leaving town, Willow." He said, and Willow frowned. "I've outlasted my welcome, but I wanted you to know that I appreciated the fact that you accepted me when no one else did." He walked to her and extended his arm, his palm wide open.
Willow understood the action and shook hands with him.
"Thanks, Spike, but why are you leaving?" Willow asked as soon as she let go of his hand.
"Some issues that need to be dealt with," He said, and tucked his hands into his duster pockets, "the other thing I needed to tell you about."
Willow crossed her arms across her chest, and she knew that she wouldn't like what the vampire was about to tell her.
"You know now how I think about you, Willow," Spike said, "and please don't freak about this."
Willow nodded. She knew that he thought of her as a friend, but he'd never actually say it.
"Go ahead, Spike, what is it."
Spike's eyes flashed yellow and seemed a bit ashamed. Willow shivered with the sudden change in Spike's eyes.
"I need you to call an ambulance," Spike said, Willow was about to ask but he silenced her with a move of his hand, "don't speak, just listen. Send the ambulance to Xander's house."
Willow panicked, and stared at Spike's golden eyes. What had happened?
"Oh, my God, Spike, what happened?" She said, ready to run and call 911.
He smiled and took her hand once again. He kissed the top of it and took a few steps back.
"I visited the whelp, Willow. The chip is gone."
Willow's eyes suddenly seemed to lost all life in them, and she began shaking.
"He's not dead, Willow, we just cleared our differences." Spike said as he began walking away.
"Take care of yourself, girl, please take care."
Willow stood there for a few moments after Spike dissappeared down the road before running inside the house, panicking.
"Tara!!"
End of Chapter.
