Remorse
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
*****
Spike looked around the room and spoke, "I got some news."
"Are you okay?" Dawn asked, staring at Spike.
"Yeah, Nibblet, I'm fine." Spike smiled at Dawn. He thought it was sweet how worried she got for him. Spike continued his story.
"Don't know a thing about the Big Bad yet, but what I do know is that there is a vampire makin an appearance here in good ole Sunnydale tomorrow. Seems he knows a bit about some sort of evil. Thought that maybe I could get him to spill something. Might not be too useful right now, but- -"
"It's okay," Buffy chimed in. She walked up to Spike and placed her hand on his forehead where blood came trickling down. "You're hurt." She stated, staring at him with concerned eyes.
"I'm fine, luv. Got in a small spat with a nasty vampire, but they're over there sweeping him up as we speak." Spike reassured her, a wave of relief washing through her entire body.
"There?" Giles spoke up, "Where is 'there' exactly?"
"Oh, uh, small pub about a mile or so outside of town. All the vamps like it, 'cept me o'course. Can't stand the place. It's all filthy, covered in grease and grime. Oh, and don't get me started on the type of music they play. Soddin' jukebox . . . " Spike looked up to see everyone staring at him with their eyebrows raised. "What? Just cause I'm a vampire I can't have standards? Well, news flash . . . I do. Besides, the beer there is worse than that cheap stuff you keep in stock." Spike pointed at Giles, who only rolled his eyes.
Buffy smiled remembering how Spike wasn't into the whole rock band music, or at least that is what she thought. She also smiled remembering the time Giles had Spike chained up in his tub.
"Well, since you went to all that trouble to get some info on this evil that's a-risin'," Xander thrust the box of brownies in Spike's face, "have a brownie!" Spike willingly took a brownie out of the box, bit it, but immediately spit it back out.
"Tastes like dirt." Spike simply stated as he walked further into the room. Buffy laughed at Spike's brutal honesty. Xander caught sight of Buffy laughing and spoke up.
"Yeah, well at least he's honest." Xander walked by Buffy and went back to the books.
Buffy took Spike's arm and began to walk towards the training room.
"Let's get that cut cleaned up." She smiled at Spike with her soft eyes, and he agreed.
Xander watched the two of them together, not sure what to make of them. He pretty much knew about the two of them, seeing as how they were always together, and they both seemed happier in each other's presence. Normally, Xander would be appalled by the idea of Spike and Buffy, but for some reason it didn't seem to bother him. He had noticed a change in Spike over the past few months, and he liked it. He was a better person now, and there was no doubt in his mind that it was because of Buffy. He liked Spike, even though he would never really admit it.
*****
Buffy sat closely to Spike, staring straight into his eyes as she cleaned his scrape. She blew softly on the cut as she wiped off the rubbing alcohol with some gauss.
Spike flinched as her warm breath met his skin. In the five hours he had been gone, he ached to be with her. He reached out and took her hand. She smiled and closed her eyes. He reached up a bit and planted his lips on hers. They both smiled at each other, holding hands. They were soon interrupted by Dawn, who wanted to talk to Buffy.
"Go ahead, luv. I'll go help your friends." Spike got up and left the room, Buffy watched as Dawn entered.
"What is it, Dawn?" Buffy asked, sounding concerned.
"Oh, it is nothing really, and I am sorry to interrupt you and Spike."
"It's fine Dawnie." Buffy laughed. "What is it?"
"I'm kinda not feeling well. I felt fine a couple hours ago, but I feel really dizzy, and slightly nauseous. "
"Oh," Buffy put her hand on Dawn's head, and he eyes widened, "Dawn, you're burning up. I'm gonna take you home, okay?" Buffy looked at Dawn with sympathetic eyes.
"Okay." Dawn got up and followed Buffy out the back door. Buffy didn't even bother to tell her friends she was leaving; she just wanted to get Dawn home.
*****
Xander and Spike sat at a round table, surrounded by many books. Spike threw a book down and Xander jumped.
"Absolutely nothing in these damned books."
"Yeah." Xander laughed, trying not to sound uncomfortable. Spike looked at him with suspicion, but shrugged it off. Xander decided to bring up the subject that was gnawing at his gut.
"So . . . you and Buffy?" Xander asked, as happily as possible.
"What? Oh, uh . . . no." Spike told him, unconvincingly, "We're, uh, just close friends, that is all." Spike tried to convince him.
"Spike, I'm not stupid."
"You sure about that one?" Spike asked.
"Haha, but seriously. We all see they way you two act together. It's fairly obvious. She is happier than she has ever been Spike, and it is not because of her haircut. Plus, you have changed, and we all know why. Face it, you two suck at hiding your relationship."
Spike smiled a bit. He didn't realize how happy she really was. And hearing from one of her friends that she is happier than she has ever been, made him love her even more.
"So, what did you do?"
"Excuse me?" Spike asked.
"To make her love you. What did you do? Did you put some sort of spell on her?"
"No, you ninny. Only a cheap, pathetic wanker would do something like that to make a girl love him." Xander flinched at Spike's comment, remembering the time he tried to put a spell on Cordelia, even though it backfired tremendously.
"So, then . . . why does she love you?" Xander began to realize like how much of an idiot he sounded. It was obvious why Buffy loved him, he was a good guy. She loved him for him. For who and what he was, just like Spike loved her.
Spike listened to Xander's question, rolling his eyes at the idiocy of it. He remembered back to that morning when Buffy told him he was disgusting. He smiled.
"Cause I'm disgusting. She loves me because I'm disgusting." Spike told Xander, laughing a bit.
"No, that is the reason why fleas love you." Xander smiled at his own joke.
"Okay, Betty Crocker. It seems to me, that this 'share time' is over." Spike got up and began to walk towards the training room.
"I'm happy for you Spike. You've got a really great girl." Xander told him.
"I know," Spike smiled at the thought of Buffy, "I am not blind."
Spike walked in the training room and saw that Buffy wasn't there, and neither was the Little Bit. He began to worry, but calmed down when he remembered that Buffy could take care of herself. After all, she was the Slayer.
"Buffy and Dawn are gone. Did you see them leave?" He asked Xander, trying not to sound worried.
"No. Is she ok? Do you know where she went?"
"Not a clue, but she can take care of herself, and the Little Bit. Where is everyone else?" Spike looked around and noticed that everyone except the two of them had left.
"Willow and Tara went back home. Giles found a rather large book and decided to read it at his place, and Anya is asleep in the car." Xander told Spike.
"Ok. I am gonna go by the house, check and see if they're there. I'll call you when I find them." Spike told Xander.
"Well, call me at my house, cause I am not staying here alone. No way, not on this Hellmouth." Xander walked by Spike and Spike just rolled his eyes.
"Fine then." Spike turned out the lights, locked up, and left.
*****
Spike quietly entered the Summer's residence, closing the door behind him. The lights were all off and, if they were home, he didn't want to risk waking any of them up. He started up the stairs, but turned around when he saw a flicker of light from the living room. He walked in the room and saw Buffy sprawled out on the couch watching infomercials. He walked toward the couch quietly and sat down on the end near her feet. He tickled her feet a bit and smiled as she shifted around giggling.
"Where did you and the Sweet Bit head off too?" Spike asked Buffy. Buffy gestured for Spike to join her on the couch. He gladly slid underneath her as she sat up, and let her lay down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. She was so warm and beautiful, even when wearing heavy bags under her eyes she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on. He took in her delicate scent that he hadn't really noticed was there anymore. It reminded him of their first ever kiss, and her sweet vanilla taste.
"We had to come home. Dawn really wasn't feeling too well." Buffy told Spike, as she put a hand up on his cheek. "She had an extremely high fever, 102.5." She told Spike.
"Oh, is she okay? I mean, she is better now right?" Spike asked with a sincere tone. Buffy loved how much he cared for Dawn. It reassured her that he was more than willing to look after Dawn if something ever happened to her again.
"She's better. Gave her some fluids and Tylenol. Her fever went down a bit. She is upstairs sleeping, she is shaking she is so cold. I've never seen her like this before."
"Shhhh. It'll pass, luv. She'll be fine. " Spike told Buffy. She was amazed at how reassuring he was. He was always there to comfort her and care for her and her friends.
"Thank you. You are so wonderful." She kissed him and continued. "You are always there. Not just for me, but for Dawn, Willow, and everybody else. You always know a way to make everything better. " She kissed him with more passion this time. "I love you."
Spike smiled, he still couldn't get used to the fact that Buffy was in love with him.
"To tell you the truth, I enjoy every minute of it." Spike honestly told her. He had to admit that he did care about her friends, in a strange way. They were good people.
"Really?" Buffy was stunned by his latest confession.
"Yeah, unfortunately, they are good people. I've gotta hand it to you, Slayer, you sure know how to pick 'em. And I am being serious about that." Spike smirked.
"Well, I did pick you. And to tell you the truth, you're the best thing that's come along in my life." Buffy told Spike, looking straight in his eyes, which were welling up. He didn't know how to respond, so he just kissed her. Buffy smiled and turned away facing the television. Spike watched as her back moved up and down as she took small, sharp breaths. He smiled at the soothing sound of her sighs, directed at the ridiculous ploys of the infomercials on the screen. One of Spike's favorite infomercials appeared on screen as Buffy began to change the channel.
"Hey! Go back." Spike whined.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Go back. I like that one. It' d for a tire thing. It lets the air out in less than a minute, and also pumps it back in. I always wanted to know how they do that. Take air out and put it in, using the same, simple, three- step machine. Seems almost bloody unrealistic."
Buffy laughed as the vampire gushed over the infomercial.
"Listen, are you going to go back, or not." Spike asked.
Buffy thought for a moment, but decided to see what he would do if she said no. "No." She triumphantly replied.
"Oh, I see. Trying to spite Spike are we. Well, it is not going to work." Spike sat back for a few seconds, but couldn't resist. He jumped at Buffy, grabbing for the remote. He tickled her a bit and she squealed in amusement. Not aware that Willow, Dawn, and Tara were standing in the stairwell, obviously awaken by the noise, they continued to fight for the remote. Buffy laughed uncontrollably, and Spike wore a very big smile. It was one of the biggest smiles Buffy had ever seen. They two wrestled off the couch onto the floor, Spike on top of Buffy.
"Ohhhh, getting scared?" Spike asked, grinning.
"Not a chance." Buffy grinned back. He tickled her stomach a bit, and her hand flew up in the air, the remote soaring backwards and the batteries flying everywhere.
Spike took in a deep unneeded breath. "Well, I guess," he caught a glimpse of Buffy's eyes which were filled with love and passion. He began to slow down his speech, mesmerized by her natural beauty, "that's . . . that." Buffy forcefully pulled Spike down and kissed him. Her tongue pushed against his bottom lip, and within seconds their tongues were battling rapidly. Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike's waist, as he moved down kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and began to breathe heavily. She wasn't even able to think straight. Sure, her sick sister was upstairs sleeping, but it seemed that at that moment, only the two of them existed. She held Spike close to her, feeling his fingers dance around her body. She moaned a bit and lifted off his shirt.
Meanwhile Dawn, Willow, and Tara stood smiling at the couple. Dawn sniffled a bit shifted her weight on the stairs, creating a small creaking sound.
Spike and Buffy looked over to catch a glimpse of the trio running back up the stairs, Dawn pushing Willow slightly. Buffy laughed and rolled over on top of Spike, resting her head on his chest. Spike curled up with Buffy on the floor and the two fell asleep.
"G'night, luv." Spike whispered into her ear, but she was already asleep. He decided to express what he was feeling at that moment out loud. He was actually hoping that there was a slight chance that she could hear him.
"I've never felt this way before, I feel as if my heart is actually beating. You make me feel alive for the first time in hundreds of years. When you first told me you loved me, and I know it must have been hard for you, my life finally felt complete, I felt whole. All of the terrible things I've done, I know you could never forget or forgive them. But, I'm done. Looking back to everything that has occurred in my life, I feel sick. I'm not proud of it at all. It's rather funny, luv, I'm feeling so much remorse and I don't even have a soul. I know that what I am going to do is going to be even worse, but I want you to know that I am doing it for you. The only thing in my life that I am proud of, is earning you're love and I would never want to do anything to jeopardize that love. I love you so much . . . "
Spike looked at Buffy; getting no reaction he closed his eyes and forced himself asleep, knowing he may never have this opportunity again.
*****
Wondering what will happen are you? Well, you shall find out soon enough. ( Oh, and the Dawn being sick thing, it really doesn't serve any purpose. I just wanted to throw something else in there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
*****
Spike looked around the room and spoke, "I got some news."
"Are you okay?" Dawn asked, staring at Spike.
"Yeah, Nibblet, I'm fine." Spike smiled at Dawn. He thought it was sweet how worried she got for him. Spike continued his story.
"Don't know a thing about the Big Bad yet, but what I do know is that there is a vampire makin an appearance here in good ole Sunnydale tomorrow. Seems he knows a bit about some sort of evil. Thought that maybe I could get him to spill something. Might not be too useful right now, but- -"
"It's okay," Buffy chimed in. She walked up to Spike and placed her hand on his forehead where blood came trickling down. "You're hurt." She stated, staring at him with concerned eyes.
"I'm fine, luv. Got in a small spat with a nasty vampire, but they're over there sweeping him up as we speak." Spike reassured her, a wave of relief washing through her entire body.
"There?" Giles spoke up, "Where is 'there' exactly?"
"Oh, uh, small pub about a mile or so outside of town. All the vamps like it, 'cept me o'course. Can't stand the place. It's all filthy, covered in grease and grime. Oh, and don't get me started on the type of music they play. Soddin' jukebox . . . " Spike looked up to see everyone staring at him with their eyebrows raised. "What? Just cause I'm a vampire I can't have standards? Well, news flash . . . I do. Besides, the beer there is worse than that cheap stuff you keep in stock." Spike pointed at Giles, who only rolled his eyes.
Buffy smiled remembering how Spike wasn't into the whole rock band music, or at least that is what she thought. She also smiled remembering the time Giles had Spike chained up in his tub.
"Well, since you went to all that trouble to get some info on this evil that's a-risin'," Xander thrust the box of brownies in Spike's face, "have a brownie!" Spike willingly took a brownie out of the box, bit it, but immediately spit it back out.
"Tastes like dirt." Spike simply stated as he walked further into the room. Buffy laughed at Spike's brutal honesty. Xander caught sight of Buffy laughing and spoke up.
"Yeah, well at least he's honest." Xander walked by Buffy and went back to the books.
Buffy took Spike's arm and began to walk towards the training room.
"Let's get that cut cleaned up." She smiled at Spike with her soft eyes, and he agreed.
Xander watched the two of them together, not sure what to make of them. He pretty much knew about the two of them, seeing as how they were always together, and they both seemed happier in each other's presence. Normally, Xander would be appalled by the idea of Spike and Buffy, but for some reason it didn't seem to bother him. He had noticed a change in Spike over the past few months, and he liked it. He was a better person now, and there was no doubt in his mind that it was because of Buffy. He liked Spike, even though he would never really admit it.
*****
Buffy sat closely to Spike, staring straight into his eyes as she cleaned his scrape. She blew softly on the cut as she wiped off the rubbing alcohol with some gauss.
Spike flinched as her warm breath met his skin. In the five hours he had been gone, he ached to be with her. He reached out and took her hand. She smiled and closed her eyes. He reached up a bit and planted his lips on hers. They both smiled at each other, holding hands. They were soon interrupted by Dawn, who wanted to talk to Buffy.
"Go ahead, luv. I'll go help your friends." Spike got up and left the room, Buffy watched as Dawn entered.
"What is it, Dawn?" Buffy asked, sounding concerned.
"Oh, it is nothing really, and I am sorry to interrupt you and Spike."
"It's fine Dawnie." Buffy laughed. "What is it?"
"I'm kinda not feeling well. I felt fine a couple hours ago, but I feel really dizzy, and slightly nauseous. "
"Oh," Buffy put her hand on Dawn's head, and he eyes widened, "Dawn, you're burning up. I'm gonna take you home, okay?" Buffy looked at Dawn with sympathetic eyes.
"Okay." Dawn got up and followed Buffy out the back door. Buffy didn't even bother to tell her friends she was leaving; she just wanted to get Dawn home.
*****
Xander and Spike sat at a round table, surrounded by many books. Spike threw a book down and Xander jumped.
"Absolutely nothing in these damned books."
"Yeah." Xander laughed, trying not to sound uncomfortable. Spike looked at him with suspicion, but shrugged it off. Xander decided to bring up the subject that was gnawing at his gut.
"So . . . you and Buffy?" Xander asked, as happily as possible.
"What? Oh, uh . . . no." Spike told him, unconvincingly, "We're, uh, just close friends, that is all." Spike tried to convince him.
"Spike, I'm not stupid."
"You sure about that one?" Spike asked.
"Haha, but seriously. We all see they way you two act together. It's fairly obvious. She is happier than she has ever been Spike, and it is not because of her haircut. Plus, you have changed, and we all know why. Face it, you two suck at hiding your relationship."
Spike smiled a bit. He didn't realize how happy she really was. And hearing from one of her friends that she is happier than she has ever been, made him love her even more.
"So, what did you do?"
"Excuse me?" Spike asked.
"To make her love you. What did you do? Did you put some sort of spell on her?"
"No, you ninny. Only a cheap, pathetic wanker would do something like that to make a girl love him." Xander flinched at Spike's comment, remembering the time he tried to put a spell on Cordelia, even though it backfired tremendously.
"So, then . . . why does she love you?" Xander began to realize like how much of an idiot he sounded. It was obvious why Buffy loved him, he was a good guy. She loved him for him. For who and what he was, just like Spike loved her.
Spike listened to Xander's question, rolling his eyes at the idiocy of it. He remembered back to that morning when Buffy told him he was disgusting. He smiled.
"Cause I'm disgusting. She loves me because I'm disgusting." Spike told Xander, laughing a bit.
"No, that is the reason why fleas love you." Xander smiled at his own joke.
"Okay, Betty Crocker. It seems to me, that this 'share time' is over." Spike got up and began to walk towards the training room.
"I'm happy for you Spike. You've got a really great girl." Xander told him.
"I know," Spike smiled at the thought of Buffy, "I am not blind."
Spike walked in the training room and saw that Buffy wasn't there, and neither was the Little Bit. He began to worry, but calmed down when he remembered that Buffy could take care of herself. After all, she was the Slayer.
"Buffy and Dawn are gone. Did you see them leave?" He asked Xander, trying not to sound worried.
"No. Is she ok? Do you know where she went?"
"Not a clue, but she can take care of herself, and the Little Bit. Where is everyone else?" Spike looked around and noticed that everyone except the two of them had left.
"Willow and Tara went back home. Giles found a rather large book and decided to read it at his place, and Anya is asleep in the car." Xander told Spike.
"Ok. I am gonna go by the house, check and see if they're there. I'll call you when I find them." Spike told Xander.
"Well, call me at my house, cause I am not staying here alone. No way, not on this Hellmouth." Xander walked by Spike and Spike just rolled his eyes.
"Fine then." Spike turned out the lights, locked up, and left.
*****
Spike quietly entered the Summer's residence, closing the door behind him. The lights were all off and, if they were home, he didn't want to risk waking any of them up. He started up the stairs, but turned around when he saw a flicker of light from the living room. He walked in the room and saw Buffy sprawled out on the couch watching infomercials. He walked toward the couch quietly and sat down on the end near her feet. He tickled her feet a bit and smiled as she shifted around giggling.
"Where did you and the Sweet Bit head off too?" Spike asked Buffy. Buffy gestured for Spike to join her on the couch. He gladly slid underneath her as she sat up, and let her lay down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. She was so warm and beautiful, even when wearing heavy bags under her eyes she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on. He took in her delicate scent that he hadn't really noticed was there anymore. It reminded him of their first ever kiss, and her sweet vanilla taste.
"We had to come home. Dawn really wasn't feeling too well." Buffy told Spike, as she put a hand up on his cheek. "She had an extremely high fever, 102.5." She told Spike.
"Oh, is she okay? I mean, she is better now right?" Spike asked with a sincere tone. Buffy loved how much he cared for Dawn. It reassured her that he was more than willing to look after Dawn if something ever happened to her again.
"She's better. Gave her some fluids and Tylenol. Her fever went down a bit. She is upstairs sleeping, she is shaking she is so cold. I've never seen her like this before."
"Shhhh. It'll pass, luv. She'll be fine. " Spike told Buffy. She was amazed at how reassuring he was. He was always there to comfort her and care for her and her friends.
"Thank you. You are so wonderful." She kissed him and continued. "You are always there. Not just for me, but for Dawn, Willow, and everybody else. You always know a way to make everything better. " She kissed him with more passion this time. "I love you."
Spike smiled, he still couldn't get used to the fact that Buffy was in love with him.
"To tell you the truth, I enjoy every minute of it." Spike honestly told her. He had to admit that he did care about her friends, in a strange way. They were good people.
"Really?" Buffy was stunned by his latest confession.
"Yeah, unfortunately, they are good people. I've gotta hand it to you, Slayer, you sure know how to pick 'em. And I am being serious about that." Spike smirked.
"Well, I did pick you. And to tell you the truth, you're the best thing that's come along in my life." Buffy told Spike, looking straight in his eyes, which were welling up. He didn't know how to respond, so he just kissed her. Buffy smiled and turned away facing the television. Spike watched as her back moved up and down as she took small, sharp breaths. He smiled at the soothing sound of her sighs, directed at the ridiculous ploys of the infomercials on the screen. One of Spike's favorite infomercials appeared on screen as Buffy began to change the channel.
"Hey! Go back." Spike whined.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Go back. I like that one. It' d for a tire thing. It lets the air out in less than a minute, and also pumps it back in. I always wanted to know how they do that. Take air out and put it in, using the same, simple, three- step machine. Seems almost bloody unrealistic."
Buffy laughed as the vampire gushed over the infomercial.
"Listen, are you going to go back, or not." Spike asked.
Buffy thought for a moment, but decided to see what he would do if she said no. "No." She triumphantly replied.
"Oh, I see. Trying to spite Spike are we. Well, it is not going to work." Spike sat back for a few seconds, but couldn't resist. He jumped at Buffy, grabbing for the remote. He tickled her a bit and she squealed in amusement. Not aware that Willow, Dawn, and Tara were standing in the stairwell, obviously awaken by the noise, they continued to fight for the remote. Buffy laughed uncontrollably, and Spike wore a very big smile. It was one of the biggest smiles Buffy had ever seen. They two wrestled off the couch onto the floor, Spike on top of Buffy.
"Ohhhh, getting scared?" Spike asked, grinning.
"Not a chance." Buffy grinned back. He tickled her stomach a bit, and her hand flew up in the air, the remote soaring backwards and the batteries flying everywhere.
Spike took in a deep unneeded breath. "Well, I guess," he caught a glimpse of Buffy's eyes which were filled with love and passion. He began to slow down his speech, mesmerized by her natural beauty, "that's . . . that." Buffy forcefully pulled Spike down and kissed him. Her tongue pushed against his bottom lip, and within seconds their tongues were battling rapidly. Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike's waist, as he moved down kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and began to breathe heavily. She wasn't even able to think straight. Sure, her sick sister was upstairs sleeping, but it seemed that at that moment, only the two of them existed. She held Spike close to her, feeling his fingers dance around her body. She moaned a bit and lifted off his shirt.
Meanwhile Dawn, Willow, and Tara stood smiling at the couple. Dawn sniffled a bit shifted her weight on the stairs, creating a small creaking sound.
Spike and Buffy looked over to catch a glimpse of the trio running back up the stairs, Dawn pushing Willow slightly. Buffy laughed and rolled over on top of Spike, resting her head on his chest. Spike curled up with Buffy on the floor and the two fell asleep.
"G'night, luv." Spike whispered into her ear, but she was already asleep. He decided to express what he was feeling at that moment out loud. He was actually hoping that there was a slight chance that she could hear him.
"I've never felt this way before, I feel as if my heart is actually beating. You make me feel alive for the first time in hundreds of years. When you first told me you loved me, and I know it must have been hard for you, my life finally felt complete, I felt whole. All of the terrible things I've done, I know you could never forget or forgive them. But, I'm done. Looking back to everything that has occurred in my life, I feel sick. I'm not proud of it at all. It's rather funny, luv, I'm feeling so much remorse and I don't even have a soul. I know that what I am going to do is going to be even worse, but I want you to know that I am doing it for you. The only thing in my life that I am proud of, is earning you're love and I would never want to do anything to jeopardize that love. I love you so much . . . "
Spike looked at Buffy; getting no reaction he closed his eyes and forced himself asleep, knowing he may never have this opportunity again.
*****
Wondering what will happen are you? Well, you shall find out soon enough. ( Oh, and the Dawn being sick thing, it really doesn't serve any purpose. I just wanted to throw something else in there.