Disclaimers: Of course it's not mine, you silly goose!
Spoilers: Through season 6.
A/N: Thanks for all the feedback, it makes me all warm and tingly inside. Like a nice cup of hot cocoa. All right, back to the story, where we left off.
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Spike looked up at her in shock, not sure of what to say.
'There's not a chance in hell I'm going to tell her about the soul. I've got my pride . . . and I never could stand pity. Especially pity from Buffy . . . I would never live it down.'
He raised his eyebrow in a cocky manner.
"I don't know, what -am- I keeping from you?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Spike, I didn't come here to play games. You know damn well what I'm talking about, so spill."
"This is what you woke me up for? To ask me 'what I'm keeping from you'? Well, for your information, I don't know 'damn well' what you're talking about, so maybe you could clue me in."
Her cheeks flushed and she looked away for a split second, embarrassed. Spike grinned.
'She doesn't know . . . she suspects, but she doesn't know.'
Buffy glared at him.
"What's so funny?"
His smile grew wider. "You don't know a bloody thing, do you? You just needed an excuse to see me, you couldn't just admit -"
"Shut up, Spike. I know that you're hiding something, and I came here to figure out what."
He looked up at her, his gaze unwavering.
"Yeah, well as soon as I figure it out, I'll give you a call."
"You don't have a phone."
"Well, then, I'll give you a lurk. Come by your house and - "
"No!" Buffy looked at him with a panicky expression.
"You can't, um, Dawn . . . she doesn't know you're back, and . . . I don't think she can handle it . . . right now."
He relaxed, slumping in the chair.
"Ah, the 'Bit. How's she doing?"
She smiled despite herself, her eyes brightening at the thought of her little sister.
"She's great. She started school a few weeks ago and she's -" Buffy stopped herself mid sentence, shaking her head.
"Look, I didn't come here for a friendly chat. I intend to find out what you're up to."
"And -I- intend to find out why you're so paranoid all of the sudden."
"It's complicated, and . . . okay, I'll be straight with you. You were gone for, what, three months? I don't know where you were or what you were doing. I mean, you could have done anything . . . and you haven't been exactly forthcoming with the information."
She looked at him menacingly.
"I'm warning you, Spike. If you try -anything- to hurt me or the people I love . . ."
"I know, I know, I'll be living in an ashtray. You might want to try a new threat sometime. It gets a bit predictable."
"I'm just warning you . . ."
Buffy turned and left in a huff, her long, blonde hair streaming behind her.
Spike couldn't help but smile, his eyes fixated on her lithe, muscular form as she strode away quickly.
'My little Goldilocks . . . let her hair grow back, did she?'
He frowned, his mind turning to darker things.
'Can't believe her nerve, comin' in here all high and mighty . . . assuming that I'm up to no good. I mean yeah, I -am- a vampire, big bad and all, but still! I didn't say one word and she just . . . she just assumes.'
Spike sighed.
'She doesn't trust me. No matter what she says, how much time I give her . . . that won't change. Give it up, William, soul or no soul, it doesn't make a difference.'
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Buffy stood outside of the crypt, thinking.
'I don't trust him . . . he's hiding something, I know it. I don't know how he ever wins at Kitten Poker . . . he has a horrible poker face. He looked so guilty . . . whatever secret he has, it must be important, otherwise he wouldn't have kept it from me. I'm going to find out, that's for sure. The question is, how?'
She trudged off towards home, deep in thought.
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To be continued . . .
Spoilers: Through season 6.
A/N: Thanks for all the feedback, it makes me all warm and tingly inside. Like a nice cup of hot cocoa. All right, back to the story, where we left off.
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Spike looked up at her in shock, not sure of what to say.
'There's not a chance in hell I'm going to tell her about the soul. I've got my pride . . . and I never could stand pity. Especially pity from Buffy . . . I would never live it down.'
He raised his eyebrow in a cocky manner.
"I don't know, what -am- I keeping from you?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Spike, I didn't come here to play games. You know damn well what I'm talking about, so spill."
"This is what you woke me up for? To ask me 'what I'm keeping from you'? Well, for your information, I don't know 'damn well' what you're talking about, so maybe you could clue me in."
Her cheeks flushed and she looked away for a split second, embarrassed. Spike grinned.
'She doesn't know . . . she suspects, but she doesn't know.'
Buffy glared at him.
"What's so funny?"
His smile grew wider. "You don't know a bloody thing, do you? You just needed an excuse to see me, you couldn't just admit -"
"Shut up, Spike. I know that you're hiding something, and I came here to figure out what."
He looked up at her, his gaze unwavering.
"Yeah, well as soon as I figure it out, I'll give you a call."
"You don't have a phone."
"Well, then, I'll give you a lurk. Come by your house and - "
"No!" Buffy looked at him with a panicky expression.
"You can't, um, Dawn . . . she doesn't know you're back, and . . . I don't think she can handle it . . . right now."
He relaxed, slumping in the chair.
"Ah, the 'Bit. How's she doing?"
She smiled despite herself, her eyes brightening at the thought of her little sister.
"She's great. She started school a few weeks ago and she's -" Buffy stopped herself mid sentence, shaking her head.
"Look, I didn't come here for a friendly chat. I intend to find out what you're up to."
"And -I- intend to find out why you're so paranoid all of the sudden."
"It's complicated, and . . . okay, I'll be straight with you. You were gone for, what, three months? I don't know where you were or what you were doing. I mean, you could have done anything . . . and you haven't been exactly forthcoming with the information."
She looked at him menacingly.
"I'm warning you, Spike. If you try -anything- to hurt me or the people I love . . ."
"I know, I know, I'll be living in an ashtray. You might want to try a new threat sometime. It gets a bit predictable."
"I'm just warning you . . ."
Buffy turned and left in a huff, her long, blonde hair streaming behind her.
Spike couldn't help but smile, his eyes fixated on her lithe, muscular form as she strode away quickly.
'My little Goldilocks . . . let her hair grow back, did she?'
He frowned, his mind turning to darker things.
'Can't believe her nerve, comin' in here all high and mighty . . . assuming that I'm up to no good. I mean yeah, I -am- a vampire, big bad and all, but still! I didn't say one word and she just . . . she just assumes.'
Spike sighed.
'She doesn't trust me. No matter what she says, how much time I give her . . . that won't change. Give it up, William, soul or no soul, it doesn't make a difference.'
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Buffy stood outside of the crypt, thinking.
'I don't trust him . . . he's hiding something, I know it. I don't know how he ever wins at Kitten Poker . . . he has a horrible poker face. He looked so guilty . . . whatever secret he has, it must be important, otherwise he wouldn't have kept it from me. I'm going to find out, that's for sure. The question is, how?'
She trudged off towards home, deep in thought.
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To be continued . . .