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Part 3:


"Your happy." Willow said, closing the metal door of her locker.

"I guess." Buffy said, trying to wipe the smile off her face, and failing.

"Is this giddiness summer related?" Willow asked, knowing her friend was never one to look forward to school.

"No." Buffy said, walking out onto the field in front of Sunnydale and sitting on a stone bench.

"Angel related?" Willow asked, winking at Buffy. Buffy felt like time stopped. Her good mood wasn't about Angel, it was about Spike, the bleached blonde that was the reason she couldn't concentrate on French during her French final. Willow will understand. One of the voices in her head protested. No she won't. Just tell her your good mood is about Angel. Another voice argued. Time picked up again.

"Yes." Buffy said, lying easily. "I can't stop thinking about Angel."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today love." Spike said, when he saw Buffy approach. The slayer smiled.

"Ditto." The slayer replied, laughing at the stupidity of her own statement. Buffy took a moment to look around her. She was in the courtyard of the Crawford Street mansion, the mansion that few dared to go to, and none returned. Buffy, knew that was because many vamps tended to nest in the mansion. However, she was still a bit nervous about being here, especially if it meant fighting vampires in front of Spike.

"What are you thinking about pet?" Spike asked, taking Buffy's small hands within his.

"Here. Being here, with you." Buffy replied.

"And…"

"I'm not who you think I am." Buffy said, quickly. "I have secrets, one really big secret. I can't tell you what it is. Not now, possibly never."

"That's all right love. I mean, I have my share of secrets." Spike replied cryptically.

"Like what?" Buffy asked curiously. Spike sat in the center of the stone courtyard and Buffy laid down next to him, placing her head on his lap.

Spike searched his mind for something to tell her. But what? He couldn't just come and say that he was a vampire. And he couldn't be in total share mode. He was going to kill this girl…soon…eventually…

"Need ideas of what to say?" Buffy asked. Spike smiled and nodded, an easy out. "Well, tell me what your doing here, in America?"

"I'm here on an internship. I go to college in England, and I'm interning with the mayor." Spike lied.

"You go to college?" Buffy asked, feeling childish.

"Yes. Though I'm only nineteen. It's just that I skipped several grades." Spike lied again.

"Good. I was afraid you were much older than me. I'm only sixteen." Buffy explained.

"You don't seem that young to me." Spike said. Buffy blushed. "Don't do that."

"What?" Buffy asked, confused.

"Don't blush. Don't be embarrassed. Just be Buffy." Spike insisted.

"Who is Buffy?" The slayer asked, smiling slightly.

"A woman, who loves a man. She just isn't sure which man." Spike said. Buffy rolled her eyes.

"And you think the man might be you?" Buffy asked, eyebrows raised.

"Well, I am good looking, charming, sexy…" Spike trailed off.

"And your head, it's just huge." Buffy finished for him. Spike ran his fingers through Buffy's golden hair.

"Why are you here?" Spike asked.

"I don't know." Buffy replied truthfully. "I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend I care about." Buffy's words stung Spike more than he expected. Buffy continued. "But for some reason, you make me smile, and I can't get you out of my head."

"You sound like your in a musical love." Spike said.

"Do I get to dance through the supermarket?" Buffy asked. Spike chuckled good naturedly. His voice deep. "Well, do I?" Buffy asked, sitting up from her position and staring into Spike's eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Spike asked, surprising himself.

"I…" Buffy trailed off as Spike's lips descended upon her own. She hesitated slightly before pushing Spike gently away. "This is wrong." She whispered, her warm breath causing Spike to shiver.

"Then why does it feel so right?" Spike asked. As he was about to kiss Buffy once more, the slayer rose.

"Now you should be in a musical." She said, smiling slightly. The two stood in awkward silence. "I better get home." Buffy finally said.

"I need to see you again." Spike pleaded, not sure why his desire to see the slayer was so great.

"I…" Buffy trailed off, unsure of what she wanted.

"Tomorrow. Meet me here once more." Spike said. Buffy didn't respond, she just turned and made her way through the barren streets of Sunnydale, back to Revello Drive.


Tell me who you love, and I'll tell you who you are.

Creole proverb