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*****
Buffy slowly turned from her place on the step. She stood slowly, her legs shaking beneath her. Her head was down and she feared to look up. From the moment his cold palm touched her shoulder she had hoped it was him. She needed it to be him. She didn't know what she would do if it weren't.
She raised her head slowly until her eyes met with his beautiful, deep blue ones. It was him. She stood there, frozen. She didn't know what to say and she couldn't manage to create any sort of expression on her face. It was him.
He watched as she stood there. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He hadn't seen her in so long and she was amazing. It was only a few seconds but he could bear to do this anymore. She was right there in front of him. Buffy. She was there. He needed her to say something. He couldn't tell anything from her blank expression and the silence was killing him.
"Look, I-" He was cut off.
"Spike." She stated in awe. She was surprised she was able to get the words out, and now that she had she didn't know what to do. All she wanted was to grab him and kiss him, have him hold her. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and how much she missed him. She wanted to hear him say that he loved her and he missed her and how he couldn't live without her, but something told her that wasn't going to happen.
"Spike." She stated again, this time more emotion put into it.
Her voice was shaky and he could see the tears beginning to grow from the back of her eyes. He watched her hand move from her side up to his cheek. He felt the warmth of her flesh against his and he couldn't help but to close his eyes and smile. He had missed this so much. Suddenly her hand jerked away and she was looking at him, her features soft but confused.
"It's really you. B-but you're . . . you . . . I-I . . . oh." She could barely speak now. Now that she had felt him, now that she knew he was really there.
"Look, I see that you busy." He said softly, eyeing Jacob in the background. "I, uh, I don't want to disturb you so I . . . well, you know where to find me." He said. He took a long unneeded breath and slowly walked away. He wanted more than anything to hear her call his name, and for her to jump into his arms and kiss him, but she didn't.
Buffy stood for a moment as he turned to walk away. She yearned to call his name but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Why was she doing this? She loved him. Why was she letting him go?
"Uh, Buffy?" Jacob cleared his throat. She turned around swiftly to face him, tears in her eyes. She cleared her throat also and spoke softly.
"Look, I'm suddenly not feeling well and I-"
"Is he the one from LA?" Jacob asked, knowing what she meant by 'I'm not feeling well'.
"No," she smiled, "he's the dead one."
"He doesn't look so dead to me." Jacob said.
"Well, looks can be deceiving." Buffy told him.
"Look, I can't stop you from going cause, well, it is obvious you have some unresolved issues with him, but uh, maybe a phone number would be good? I mean, I've been to your house but I've never gotten a phone number."
"Oh, sure." Buffy smiled weakly. She looked towards the door Spike had just exited out of and quickly wrote something down. She handed the napkin to Jacob, smiled, and left quickly.
Jacob watched her leave and opened the napkin to read what she had written.
- - 'I'm sorry'- -
Jacob frowned a bit but nodded in understanding. Those two were in love, deeply in love. Even a bystander like him could see it.
*****
He should have known. He didn't know why he had expected her to wait for him. He was gone, what, a year and some? He should have known.
Spike pushed open the door to his crypt and shut it behind him. He looked around a bit and found that everything was as he left it, except it smelled . . . fresher. It smelled like-
"What the hell was that!?"
Buffy.
He thought he had felt her coming but he hadn't been sure. But there she was. Standing in his doorway wearing a face that would have scared even the toughest of demons.
"Buffy," He started quietly, "I didn't mean t-"
"No, Spike. What the hell was that?" She asked. Her voice seemed cold but he could he a slight bit of soft emotion behind it. "Explain, Spike." She said coldly.
She watched as he just stood there, a look of confusion across his face. He wasn't looking at her though; he was looking around his crypt.
"Spike?" she asked, her voice soft this time.
"I don't get it." He said out of the blue.
"Spike, what are you talking about?"
"My crypt. I was gone for a long while, right?" He said looking at Buffy, "a year and a half or so, but-"
"More like 437 days." She cut in. He gave her a look of surprise and she smiled. "Continue." She told him.
"But, why is everything still here. I mean, this is a nice crypt. And you and I both know that there are some pretty nasty demons walkin' around out there lookin' for a place to stay. So why didn't they take it? I mean, they could have at least taken the telly." He stopped for a moment and stared into Buffy's eyes. "Someone must have been stayin' here while I was out." He said cockily.
"Oh no. If you think I stayed in this hole, then you are dead wrong. I would nev-" She was cut off by Spike gently placing two fingers over her lips.
"I can smell you, pet. Your scent lingering everywhere. This place is full of it." He said, cocking his head to the side and smirking.
She hated it when he was right. She hated it even more when he smirked at her. She had to strain to restrain herself from saying or doing something that she would regret. Instead she gently kissed the fingers that were lying on her lips, causing him to flinch a bit. Obviously, that wasn't what he had been expecting.
"So what. So what if it was me? I only came here to get away. Get away from everyone else and be with you. This place was the only thing I had after you left. It was the only thing that kept part of me believing that you were still alive. This was it." She looked around the room. "You left . . . and this was all I had." She said.
His features changed from one of raging ego to one of sympathy.
"Buffy, I'm sorry. You know I never meant to hurt you. You know I left because I- I . . . " he trailed off a bit, hoping she would finish the sentence for him.
"I know." She said. She walked past him and sat on the arm of his chair. She looked back up at him and motioned for him to sit next to her. He didn't need to be asked twice. He sat down and held his arms out a bit. She smiled and slid into his lap, burying her head in his chest. This is what she missed. Being so close to him, smelling his sweet scent, feeling his cold body beneath hers. It was silent for a while. Many minutes passed, both of them so content, but neither of them telling each other how they felt. Buffy was the first to speak.
"Why didn't you ask about him?"
"Who?" He asked blankly.
"Jacob, the guy I was with. Why didn't you yell at him, or me, or tell him to 'sod off' or something?" Buffy asked.
"S'not my place to pry, luv." He told her. That hadn't been what she was expecting. His answer was cold and serious and his voice was stern.
"You can make it yours." She told him. She looked up at him her eyes pleading for him to reply. All she wanted was for him to smile, kiss her, and tell her that he was hers forever. That he loves her more than anything, because right now . . . she wasn't so sure he did.
When he didn't answer she got up from his lap. He looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say.
Buffy got her answer, or at least she thought she did.
"Right." She lowered her head and walked towards the door.
"Buffy . . . " He called out.
"Yes?" She answered quickly.
He thought about whether to say he loved her or not, but then he remembered what she said at the Bronze.
- -'I think I'm ready to fall in love again.'- -
"You look great." He said instead.
She lowered her head once more and sighed. "It was nice to see you again, Spike."
He watched her leave then turned to face the blank screen on the television. Their reunion hadn't exactly been what he expected. She didn't love him anymore and he would just have to deal.
*****
Buffy slowly unlocked the door to her house. She pushed it open and slammed it shut.
"Rough night?" Dawn asked, appearing from the kitchen.
Buffy smiled and through her purse on the floor.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
*****
Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed so far! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
I know things are looking down right about now, but let's have no worries.
I finished the next chapter too and put it up. I had nothing to do today I finished all make-up work for school, and my dad is glued to the TV watching football, so I wrote part 19 also. Lucky for you. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No Buffy, no Spike, no nothing.
*****
Buffy slowly turned from her place on the step. She stood slowly, her legs shaking beneath her. Her head was down and she feared to look up. From the moment his cold palm touched her shoulder she had hoped it was him. She needed it to be him. She didn't know what she would do if it weren't.
She raised her head slowly until her eyes met with his beautiful, deep blue ones. It was him. She stood there, frozen. She didn't know what to say and she couldn't manage to create any sort of expression on her face. It was him.
He watched as she stood there. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He hadn't seen her in so long and she was amazing. It was only a few seconds but he could bear to do this anymore. She was right there in front of him. Buffy. She was there. He needed her to say something. He couldn't tell anything from her blank expression and the silence was killing him.
"Look, I-" He was cut off.
"Spike." She stated in awe. She was surprised she was able to get the words out, and now that she had she didn't know what to do. All she wanted was to grab him and kiss him, have him hold her. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and how much she missed him. She wanted to hear him say that he loved her and he missed her and how he couldn't live without her, but something told her that wasn't going to happen.
"Spike." She stated again, this time more emotion put into it.
Her voice was shaky and he could see the tears beginning to grow from the back of her eyes. He watched her hand move from her side up to his cheek. He felt the warmth of her flesh against his and he couldn't help but to close his eyes and smile. He had missed this so much. Suddenly her hand jerked away and she was looking at him, her features soft but confused.
"It's really you. B-but you're . . . you . . . I-I . . . oh." She could barely speak now. Now that she had felt him, now that she knew he was really there.
"Look, I see that you busy." He said softly, eyeing Jacob in the background. "I, uh, I don't want to disturb you so I . . . well, you know where to find me." He said. He took a long unneeded breath and slowly walked away. He wanted more than anything to hear her call his name, and for her to jump into his arms and kiss him, but she didn't.
Buffy stood for a moment as he turned to walk away. She yearned to call his name but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Why was she doing this? She loved him. Why was she letting him go?
"Uh, Buffy?" Jacob cleared his throat. She turned around swiftly to face him, tears in her eyes. She cleared her throat also and spoke softly.
"Look, I'm suddenly not feeling well and I-"
"Is he the one from LA?" Jacob asked, knowing what she meant by 'I'm not feeling well'.
"No," she smiled, "he's the dead one."
"He doesn't look so dead to me." Jacob said.
"Well, looks can be deceiving." Buffy told him.
"Look, I can't stop you from going cause, well, it is obvious you have some unresolved issues with him, but uh, maybe a phone number would be good? I mean, I've been to your house but I've never gotten a phone number."
"Oh, sure." Buffy smiled weakly. She looked towards the door Spike had just exited out of and quickly wrote something down. She handed the napkin to Jacob, smiled, and left quickly.
Jacob watched her leave and opened the napkin to read what she had written.
- - 'I'm sorry'- -
Jacob frowned a bit but nodded in understanding. Those two were in love, deeply in love. Even a bystander like him could see it.
*****
He should have known. He didn't know why he had expected her to wait for him. He was gone, what, a year and some? He should have known.
Spike pushed open the door to his crypt and shut it behind him. He looked around a bit and found that everything was as he left it, except it smelled . . . fresher. It smelled like-
"What the hell was that!?"
Buffy.
He thought he had felt her coming but he hadn't been sure. But there she was. Standing in his doorway wearing a face that would have scared even the toughest of demons.
"Buffy," He started quietly, "I didn't mean t-"
"No, Spike. What the hell was that?" She asked. Her voice seemed cold but he could he a slight bit of soft emotion behind it. "Explain, Spike." She said coldly.
She watched as he just stood there, a look of confusion across his face. He wasn't looking at her though; he was looking around his crypt.
"Spike?" she asked, her voice soft this time.
"I don't get it." He said out of the blue.
"Spike, what are you talking about?"
"My crypt. I was gone for a long while, right?" He said looking at Buffy, "a year and a half or so, but-"
"More like 437 days." She cut in. He gave her a look of surprise and she smiled. "Continue." She told him.
"But, why is everything still here. I mean, this is a nice crypt. And you and I both know that there are some pretty nasty demons walkin' around out there lookin' for a place to stay. So why didn't they take it? I mean, they could have at least taken the telly." He stopped for a moment and stared into Buffy's eyes. "Someone must have been stayin' here while I was out." He said cockily.
"Oh no. If you think I stayed in this hole, then you are dead wrong. I would nev-" She was cut off by Spike gently placing two fingers over her lips.
"I can smell you, pet. Your scent lingering everywhere. This place is full of it." He said, cocking his head to the side and smirking.
She hated it when he was right. She hated it even more when he smirked at her. She had to strain to restrain herself from saying or doing something that she would regret. Instead she gently kissed the fingers that were lying on her lips, causing him to flinch a bit. Obviously, that wasn't what he had been expecting.
"So what. So what if it was me? I only came here to get away. Get away from everyone else and be with you. This place was the only thing I had after you left. It was the only thing that kept part of me believing that you were still alive. This was it." She looked around the room. "You left . . . and this was all I had." She said.
His features changed from one of raging ego to one of sympathy.
"Buffy, I'm sorry. You know I never meant to hurt you. You know I left because I- I . . . " he trailed off a bit, hoping she would finish the sentence for him.
"I know." She said. She walked past him and sat on the arm of his chair. She looked back up at him and motioned for him to sit next to her. He didn't need to be asked twice. He sat down and held his arms out a bit. She smiled and slid into his lap, burying her head in his chest. This is what she missed. Being so close to him, smelling his sweet scent, feeling his cold body beneath hers. It was silent for a while. Many minutes passed, both of them so content, but neither of them telling each other how they felt. Buffy was the first to speak.
"Why didn't you ask about him?"
"Who?" He asked blankly.
"Jacob, the guy I was with. Why didn't you yell at him, or me, or tell him to 'sod off' or something?" Buffy asked.
"S'not my place to pry, luv." He told her. That hadn't been what she was expecting. His answer was cold and serious and his voice was stern.
"You can make it yours." She told him. She looked up at him her eyes pleading for him to reply. All she wanted was for him to smile, kiss her, and tell her that he was hers forever. That he loves her more than anything, because right now . . . she wasn't so sure he did.
When he didn't answer she got up from his lap. He looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say.
Buffy got her answer, or at least she thought she did.
"Right." She lowered her head and walked towards the door.
"Buffy . . . " He called out.
"Yes?" She answered quickly.
He thought about whether to say he loved her or not, but then he remembered what she said at the Bronze.
- -'I think I'm ready to fall in love again.'- -
"You look great." He said instead.
She lowered her head once more and sighed. "It was nice to see you again, Spike."
He watched her leave then turned to face the blank screen on the television. Their reunion hadn't exactly been what he expected. She didn't love him anymore and he would just have to deal.
*****
Buffy slowly unlocked the door to her house. She pushed it open and slammed it shut.
"Rough night?" Dawn asked, appearing from the kitchen.
Buffy smiled and through her purse on the floor.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
*****
Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed so far! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
I know things are looking down right about now, but let's have no worries.
I finished the next chapter too and put it up. I had nothing to do today I finished all make-up work for school, and my dad is glued to the TV watching football, so I wrote part 19 also. Lucky for you. ;)