AN: Right then, time for the plot to move forward a bit, seems to have
become a bit stagnant.
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Summary/Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
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Chapter 10
Xander Harris checked the date on his watch for the third time. He couldn't believe it, they'd forgotten what date it was. He supposed that with everything going off it was understandable, but still, how could they forget? He looked around the group of people who were the closest he had to a real family.
"Three years." Rupert Giles looked up at the pacing Xander.
"What was that?" Xander stopped pacing and looked directly at Giles.
"Three years. Its three years today since Buffy disappeared. We forgot the anniversary."
Giles removed his glasses and used a handkerchief to clean the lenses. He really had hoped that no one would notice the date. They had far too much to think about as it was already. By this time the entire group was looking at him as if he was meant to remind them.
"The date was not forgotten Xander, I just thought that we have enough on our minds as it is without adding another thing to think about." Xander was furious.
"You should have told us!"
"You could have bloody remembered yourself! I'm not your bloody secretary to tell you when to remember things! Now do you think you can shut up for awhile and we'll discuss this later, preferably when I'm not waiting to see my sick wife!"
Xander looked around at the other people in the waiting room, they were all giving him looks that said 'drop it'. For once in his life he actually did as he was told.
The awkward silence was broken by a familiar orderly approaching.
"Mr Giles? Your wife has regained consciousness and wants to see you." Giles stood and let the orderly show him to his wife's room.
"Thank you Ben, you've been a big help through this."
"Just doing my job Mr Giles." With that the orderly left.
Giles slowly pushed the door open, not wanting to startle the patient. He quietly slipped into the room only to find his wife looking at him with a small smile.
"Rupert." Giles sat beside the bed and lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the fingers.
"Joyce." They sat in silence for a few minutes each lost in thought. It was Joyce who broke the silence.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing? I mean, she left because she wanted to. It's been three years, she would have come back if she wanted to. But I need to see her Rupert, if things don't go well I need to see her."
"Shh, everything will be all right, you'll get better."
"I'm no fool Rupert, I know the odds. I just need to see my little girl again."
"I know you do, don't worry, he'll find her."
*****
Buffy pulled the sleeping form of Spike closer to her, needing to feel the comfort of his skin on hers. It was three years since she ran away with Spike, three years in which they had not spent more than a day apart. Three years since she sent Angel to hell.
She still regretted how that day had played out. Oh she loved Spike, more than anything, but she had also loved Angel and she wished that she hadn't been forced to kill him.
Spike was not asleep like Buffy thought. He felt her tighten her grip on him and could guess what she was thinking about. He knew the date, he knew she was thinking of Angel. As he had told Buffy, he didn't mind her thinking about him, it was only natural. He understood that Angel held a large part of her past, just like Drucilla did for him. What was important was that they knew that they loved each other.
They may have had past loves, but they loved no others now.
Deciding that his thoughts were turning too serious, Spike sat up, taking Buffy with him.
"Come on pet, today's an anniversary and I'm taking you out." Buffy eyes lit up with enthusiasm.
"Do we get to tango?"
"Bloody hell, yes we get to tango." Buffy had been surprised to learn when they got to Spain that Spike was in fact a very good dancer and had insisted that he teach her. Ever since then she took every opportunity to make him dance. "Knew I shouldn't have taught you."
"You love it, you can't lie to me." Spike stood and pulled her up for a kiss. They broke apart only when Buffy needed to breathe.
"Course I can't, bloody whipped I am." Buffy did a good imitation of his smirk as a mischievous glint shone in her eyes.
"Only if you're lucky. Now come on, you said we're going out." Buffy headed towards the shower, grinning as she heard Spike mumble about her being a 'bloody tease'.
*****
They danced for most of the night, putting most of the other couples in the club to shame. The club, one of the best in Madrid, was one of their favourite places to visit and they were always welcomed there.
It was because of their dancing that they didn't notice the dark figure enter the club. Nor did they notice when he spotted them and started to make his way towards them.
Buffy didn't know what was happening. One moment she was dancing with Spike, the next he was ripped away from her. She quickly overcame her confusion to see him laying on the floor with someone standing over him, hitting him in the face. The man raised his fist to hit Spike again but she caught it before it could fall. It was then that she saw who it was.
Her voice caught in her throat as she said his name in disbelief.
"Angel?"
TBC
AN 2: Sorry for the delay but I have been busy making some life-altering decisions about University and my future. Now that is sorted I can turn my attention back to my fics. (For any of you who are interested, I decided to go to College not Uni.)
Good? Bad? A load of shite? Let me know!
Please review, it helps me write better chapters for you!
Oh, and Chofita, I would like to get in touch, please use the address the_bloody@lycos.co.uk to get in contact.
********************************
Summary/Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
*****
Chapter 10
Xander Harris checked the date on his watch for the third time. He couldn't believe it, they'd forgotten what date it was. He supposed that with everything going off it was understandable, but still, how could they forget? He looked around the group of people who were the closest he had to a real family.
"Three years." Rupert Giles looked up at the pacing Xander.
"What was that?" Xander stopped pacing and looked directly at Giles.
"Three years. Its three years today since Buffy disappeared. We forgot the anniversary."
Giles removed his glasses and used a handkerchief to clean the lenses. He really had hoped that no one would notice the date. They had far too much to think about as it was already. By this time the entire group was looking at him as if he was meant to remind them.
"The date was not forgotten Xander, I just thought that we have enough on our minds as it is without adding another thing to think about." Xander was furious.
"You should have told us!"
"You could have bloody remembered yourself! I'm not your bloody secretary to tell you when to remember things! Now do you think you can shut up for awhile and we'll discuss this later, preferably when I'm not waiting to see my sick wife!"
Xander looked around at the other people in the waiting room, they were all giving him looks that said 'drop it'. For once in his life he actually did as he was told.
The awkward silence was broken by a familiar orderly approaching.
"Mr Giles? Your wife has regained consciousness and wants to see you." Giles stood and let the orderly show him to his wife's room.
"Thank you Ben, you've been a big help through this."
"Just doing my job Mr Giles." With that the orderly left.
Giles slowly pushed the door open, not wanting to startle the patient. He quietly slipped into the room only to find his wife looking at him with a small smile.
"Rupert." Giles sat beside the bed and lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the fingers.
"Joyce." They sat in silence for a few minutes each lost in thought. It was Joyce who broke the silence.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing? I mean, she left because she wanted to. It's been three years, she would have come back if she wanted to. But I need to see her Rupert, if things don't go well I need to see her."
"Shh, everything will be all right, you'll get better."
"I'm no fool Rupert, I know the odds. I just need to see my little girl again."
"I know you do, don't worry, he'll find her."
*****
Buffy pulled the sleeping form of Spike closer to her, needing to feel the comfort of his skin on hers. It was three years since she ran away with Spike, three years in which they had not spent more than a day apart. Three years since she sent Angel to hell.
She still regretted how that day had played out. Oh she loved Spike, more than anything, but she had also loved Angel and she wished that she hadn't been forced to kill him.
Spike was not asleep like Buffy thought. He felt her tighten her grip on him and could guess what she was thinking about. He knew the date, he knew she was thinking of Angel. As he had told Buffy, he didn't mind her thinking about him, it was only natural. He understood that Angel held a large part of her past, just like Drucilla did for him. What was important was that they knew that they loved each other.
They may have had past loves, but they loved no others now.
Deciding that his thoughts were turning too serious, Spike sat up, taking Buffy with him.
"Come on pet, today's an anniversary and I'm taking you out." Buffy eyes lit up with enthusiasm.
"Do we get to tango?"
"Bloody hell, yes we get to tango." Buffy had been surprised to learn when they got to Spain that Spike was in fact a very good dancer and had insisted that he teach her. Ever since then she took every opportunity to make him dance. "Knew I shouldn't have taught you."
"You love it, you can't lie to me." Spike stood and pulled her up for a kiss. They broke apart only when Buffy needed to breathe.
"Course I can't, bloody whipped I am." Buffy did a good imitation of his smirk as a mischievous glint shone in her eyes.
"Only if you're lucky. Now come on, you said we're going out." Buffy headed towards the shower, grinning as she heard Spike mumble about her being a 'bloody tease'.
*****
They danced for most of the night, putting most of the other couples in the club to shame. The club, one of the best in Madrid, was one of their favourite places to visit and they were always welcomed there.
It was because of their dancing that they didn't notice the dark figure enter the club. Nor did they notice when he spotted them and started to make his way towards them.
Buffy didn't know what was happening. One moment she was dancing with Spike, the next he was ripped away from her. She quickly overcame her confusion to see him laying on the floor with someone standing over him, hitting him in the face. The man raised his fist to hit Spike again but she caught it before it could fall. It was then that she saw who it was.
Her voice caught in her throat as she said his name in disbelief.
"Angel?"
TBC
AN 2: Sorry for the delay but I have been busy making some life-altering decisions about University and my future. Now that is sorted I can turn my attention back to my fics. (For any of you who are interested, I decided to go to College not Uni.)
Good? Bad? A load of shite? Let me know!
Please review, it helps me write better chapters for you!
Oh, and Chofita, I would like to get in touch, please use the address the_bloody@lycos.co.uk to get in contact.
