Author's Note: Wow, who knew complaining about no one reading my other stories would make people read my other stories! Amazing how far a bit of whining will get you in life, you know. See, if I was reading my stuff I woulda just laughed and said "Wow, what a complainer." But NO! You're too stupid/smart for that!

Mmmhmmm.

Here comes another early morning chapter! Hope you're awake too!

Part IX: Group Gatherings and Turkey Basting

Buffy knocked on the door to Spike's crypt. She thought she heard voices inside, but couldn't be sure... Maybe it was the TV? Poking her head in, all she saw was Clem and a bag of Doritos. She smiled shyly.

"Sorry Clem, didn't meant to disturb you..." Clem waved her on in with a friendly grin.

"No problem, Slayer. Isn't exactly my crypt, either." At the crestfallen look on her face, he knew he had said the wrong thing. Thrusting some Bugles at her, he smiled hopefully.

"You know, he will come back... Eventually, I mean. Why else would he ask me to sit his place while he was... You know... Gone?" Buffy nodded. She understood. She told herself the same thing all the time. It was the only thing that kept her from sobbing each night uncontrollably as she lay wrapped up in his leather duster.

"Thanks for the comfort, Clem. I'd better be going... Patrolling and all." She left with a small smile to the floppy-eared demon and wandered back out into the cemetary.

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"Spike, are you sure you don't want me to tell her you're back?" Clem questioned dubiously. "She seemed pretty anxious... Sometimes she drops by more than one time a night, you know. Just to see if there's been any word within the last 2 hours." The peroxided vampire shook his head.

"No," he rasped out, "If the Slayer wants to find me, it'll only be to kick my arse back to Season Two," he paused, furrowing his brow at the confusion of his own words. Spike shrugged. "I don't know why I came back here, Clem, but I know she'd rather I didn't."

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A/N: Isn't it on-the-edge-of-your-seat exciting?! Even I can't wait to see how Buffy reacts to Spike being back in town and....

THE CHAPTER IS SLOWLY RIPPED TO PIECES. A BOOMING VOICE FROM ABOVE, COMMANDING IN ITS KNOW-IT-ALL TONE, QUESTIONS THE AUTHOR:

"YOU HAVE ALREADY RETURNED SPIKE TO SUNNYDALE, YOU INFIDEL! ARE YOU SO STUPID THAT YOU HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING TWICE?! YOU EVEN CHANGED HIS NAME TO ROLANDO! GOD KNOWS THAT'S DUMB ENOUGH, BUT AT LEAST YOU HAD ALREADY REUNITED HIM WITH BUFFY! SPEAK, I COMMAND YOU!"

A/N: ::shivers in fright:: It's just that's there's two types of reunion scenes and I didn't wanna feel left out. ::mumbles weakly::

THE BOOMING VOICE LAUGHS.

"HA!"

THE BOOMING VOICE SPEAKS.

"YOU PETTY PIECE OF WORTHLESS POST-GRAVE AUTHOR! FOR YOUR MISTAKE, I WILL EXACT VENGEANCE UPON ANY OTHER STORY YOU WRITE... NO MATTER WHAT WORD YOU TRY TO TYPE, IT WILL ALWAYS COME OUT AS "explicative delete"! I HOPE YOU HAVE LEARNED YOUR LESSON, UNWORTHY MORTAL!!"

A/N: ::tries to finish the chapter::

Explicative delete explicative delete explicative delete, explicative delete! Explicative delete.... explicative delete delete!! Explicative delete-- explicative delete explicative delete; explicative delete. EXPLICATIVE DELETE!

A/N: ::tries to write that she is experiencing technical difficulties, but you know how that'll turn out. Tune in next time....::

Author's Note: Sorry folks, that was weirder than the rest. But it's true! I had forgotten the second format for a reunion scene and I HAD to add it in somewhere! Back to the original "story" next time.