Chapter 6!!! Finally

          "Oh God. Oz, Willow, help me get him into the van." Buffy had
moved past her tears and now took control. Her friend and her date
jumped to help her. Oz ran to his van and opened the back door, making
room for Spike to lie down.

          "Willow, grab his feet." She nodded to her best friend and
proceeded to grab him under the arms and lift him so they could pull
him into the van.

          "I'll stay in the back with him. You two go up front." She
ordered.

          Buffy climbed into the back with Spike as Willow and Oz got
up front. She sat down and cradled his head in her lap. He looked so
peaceful, boyish almost. The bruises and cuts that marred his
beautiful features had developed angry red outlines and made his skin
look paler than it was. 'If he dies, I'll kill him.' She vowed
silently. "Sunnydale Med!" She yelled to the blue haired driver
impatiently.

NEXT MORNING::::::

          "Buffy." That was his last thought before he passed out the
night before. He opened his eyes and they focused on white. 'White?'
The faint smell of cleaner and antiseptic reached his nose, the smell
burned, however faint it was. 'Oh God. I'm in a hospital.' Panic set
in as memories came flooding back in a painful rush. He sat up
straight in the bed and was rewarded with shooting pains up and down
his torso. "Bloody Hell." He muttered before swinging his feet over
the side of the cot, hissing as his feet hit the cold hospital floor.
Fumbling with his pants that lay on the chair next to him, he pulled
them on, the black t-shirt following suit.

Quickly he shoved his feet
into the black combat boots that lay next to the cot and stood up,
wincing as the pain in his torso returned. 'I can't be here.' His
conscious screamed. He crossed the room and as his hand came in
contact with the cool steel of the doorknob, it opened, revealing a
petite blonde girl armed with a coffee cup and magazine.

          "Spike?" Buffy asked, disbelieving, her hand still rested on
the doorknob. "What are you doing up?" She pushed past him, Spike
hadn't moved, he stood completely still, as if the sight of her had
scared him beyond recognition. His eyes were squeezed shut and the
muscle in his jaw was ticking, his fists clenched.

          "Spike are you ok?" Buffy noticed his odd behavior. "Maybe you
should…"

          "No." His voice was cold and angry, laced with pain. "I can't
be here." Without waiting for her to answer he left the room, leaving
a bewildered Buffy in the barren hospital room.

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          Spike walked stiffly down the hall, passing several rooms on
the way to the exit door. One in particular made him stop dead in his
tracks. All he could do was stare into the space before him. 'Not now,
not again.' There were several small children standing around an empty
bed, crying. A doctor was standing there with his clipboard, trying to
explain something to them, not that it would matter, they couldn't
hear him. He caught a few words here and there that only made his
memories seem more vivid.

"Passed away…so sorry…cancer…nothing we
could do…for the better…sign these please." It was too much. He burst
through the exit and leant against the cold brick wall. Unable to
restrain them any longer, the tears slid down his cheeks, burning
tracks on his skin. He slumped against the wall and buried his face in
his knees, muffling the sounds. He heard the door open behind him and
smelled the vanilla perfume wafting towards him before she spoke.

          "Spike, what happened?" Buffy moved closer and sat down next
to him, placing comforting hand on his shoulder. "Wanna tell me what
happened?" She urged. 'He's crying, what made him cry?' Her mind
started to race, he wasn't answering. Buffy scooted closer and pulled
him close, stroking his hair softly, whispering words of reassurance
and comfort like she did last night though she didn't know the cause
of his pain.

          "From beneath you it devours." Spike spoke suddenly, startling
Buffy. He lifted his head up from her arms and leaned back against the
wall again. "Death. Takes away everything in the world. And you never
see it coming. From beneath you it devours." He laughed evilly and
tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. "My mum died in this
hospital too." Turning to look at Buffy he continued. "Had cancer. We
never knew she was going to die either, one night she said she had to
go do something in Los Angeles and she never came back. Got a call the
next morning that she had been in a car accident." Off Buffy's
concerned look he finished. "Nothing major, a few scratches here and
there. They brought her in…" His voice broke and he looked away, his
eyes shining with unshed tears, threatening to spill again.


"She died because of the cancer. They told us it was the car accident but we
knew better." Spike absently picked at the nail polish on his
fingers. "S'why I can't stand hospitals, and why that made me act like
a bleedin' poofter."

          "Spike, I'm so sorry." Her hand traced circles on his back as
she leaned into him. "You didn't have to tell me, it's none of my
business." Suddenly she felt embarrassed and felt her cheeks get warm.

 "I know. But I can trust you, you're probably the only person
I can confide in. I know you won't go tellin' everyone about my little
sobfest." He smiled at her, his features brightening as he spoke.

          "You can." Buffy twined her fingers with his. "Trust me."

          "Buffy?" Spike's voice dipped lower. "In 2 seconds I'm going
to kiss you. Just thought I'd give you a heads up." He moved closer,
giving her time to pull away. When she didn't, he leaned in and
captured her lips in a gentle kiss, unlike their others.

          Slowly his lips moved against hers, savoring their softness.
His tongue gently grazed the seam of her lips, pleading entrance, she
opened her mouth to his ministrations and let out a breath she didn't
know she'd been holding as his tongue met hers. His hands came up to
cup her cheek and the other slid around her waist, pressing her soft
curves to the hard planes of his chest. Buffy wrapped her arms around
his neck and twined her fingers in the soft curls at its nape. He
pulled away and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before moving to
kiss her neck.

 Spike nipped and sucked gently down the tanned expanse
of skin, leaving tiny red marks where his teeth had been. Buffy moved
her hands and held him around his waist, being careful of the stitches
as she held him tighter. He nipped at the small piece of flesh at her
collarbone and it sent a shock through the both of them. 'She tastes
like strawberries.' Spike thought as he continued his assault on her
senses. The tiny little gasps and moans she probably didn't know she
was making were driving him crazy. Spike catalogued every sound,
breath and movement in his mind. His hand moved up to slip underneath
her tank-top, moving over her bronzed skin in slow, tempestuous
strokes. She wriggled so she was straddling his lap and he groaned at
the contact of her against his now painful arousal.

Suddenly she pulled away from him and the absence of her warm lips was almost painful as the cold air hit the exposed skin. The air around them
seemed to buzz with the heat and electricity flowing between them.

          "What is it?" He said hoarsely. He pulled his hands out from
under her shirt as he awaited her answer.

          "We're in the middle of a hospital parking lot." She
stated. "And I doubt management would be pleased if the found out we
were fooling around in their parking space." Buffy slapped his
approaching hand away from her skirt. "Cool it mister." She scolded,
pouting prettily at him.

          "Don't think I can, luv. I have a little problem in my pants
at the moment as you can see." He smirked at her as her face reddened
at his comment.

          "I know…and we can finish this, but not here." Buffy moved to
stand up and grabbed his hand. "We'll bring you home and take care of
you there." A deviant smile played on her lips as she dragged him back
to the room to get her things.

 "That a promise, pet?" He whispered in her ear, his breath
sending tingles down her spine.

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          Spike had reluctantly let Buffy drive his DeSoto. He had a
hard time with it after she told him that Buffy and cars were very un-
mixy things, and the story behind it. Spike had spent the entire ride
to his apartment holding onto the door handle for dear life as the
DeSoto dodged curbs and mailboxes, missing each impending obstacle by
a hair. To Spike's relief, Buffy, Himself and his beloved car made it
to his place in one piece.

          "Bloody Hell, woman!" Spike growled as he shakily stepped out
of the car. "Tryin' to get us all killed?" He slammed the door and
walked around to the other side to Buffy who had just locked the car.

          "Not my fault, that mailbox moved by itself!" She argued,
hazel eyes flashing in amusement. Buffy struck a defensive
stance. "Besides, not my fault your car can't handle a little
excitement."

          "It can handle anything, luv. Just not obstacle courses where
you run through the obstacles!" Then he did the most adult thing he
could think of. He stuck his tongue out at her.

          "Don't stick your tongue out unless you're planning on using
it Spikey." Buffy stated, taunting the bleach blonde.

          "Oi!" Spike reached forward and grabbed her around the waist
in a tight embrace. Burying his face in her shoulder. "Come upstairs."
Buffy just barely heard his offer through her shirt.

          "What?" All her fears and questions she ever had about sex or
anything having to do with Spike appeared in her mind at that
moment. 'What if I do something wrong?' She thought, her pulse
racing. 'What if he thinks I'm horrible and then leaves me, or laughs
at me or…' Her thought was cut off as soft lips settled over her own.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth without warning, and feeling
exploded around her. Buffy saw everything you're supposed to,
fireworks, stars. Bells and whistles sounded in her ears and echoed
through her mind, wiping all the fears away. She pulled back from his
urgent kiss. "Spike? What is it with you and parking lots?" Buffy's
laugh filled the air around them.

          "Dunno luv, must be the person." A smirk tugged at the corners

of his mouth.

 'I wonder if he'll think I'm a little strange if I tell him he
has nice eyes.' Buffy stopped, the thought catching her by
surprise. 'Talk about random.'

          "Let's go then." Spike took hole of her hand and they walked
to the elevator. In a few seconds, delayed slightly by the impromptu
kisses before they got into it, they reached Spike's apartment.

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          "So this is your apartment…again." Buffy turned to face him.
The intensity of the color of Spike's eyes never ceased to amaze
her. 'Looking right through me.' She studied his face more carefully.
Her attention was immediately drawn to his lips. 'So soft, kind. Even
though they don't look it.' Those eyes, framed by dark lashes,
accentuated the deep blue of them. They darkened when she was around,
and when they kissed. She took it as a good sign. 'Oh, he's staring.
Did he say something?'

          "Huh?" Buffy looked up at Spike. "Did you say something?"

          "Ready?" Spike asked, nonchalantly. 'Now you've done it you
wanker, gone and scared the poor girl half to death.' "You don't have
to if you don't want to I mean, we can always…talk?" 'Right. You don't
want to talk, you want to take her in there right now and ravish her.
Make her scream.' His lips twitched slightly at the thought of it.

          "Don't wanna talk." Buffy pouted. "Wanna go inside and see
your apartment. You can give me the tour." She grinned suggestively
and ran her hands up the front of his shirt, feeling the muscles
ripple underneath her touch. "What are you waiting for? An
invitation?" Buffy grabbed his keys, unlocked the door and stepped
inside, pulling him with her.

A/N: I love doing that to you…hehehe cliffhangers are so much fun! Sorry it took so long to update, I had a writer's block problem. I don't think I'll be updating next week because I'm going on vacation and the puter there is incredibly slow (stone age…seriously) and we only have AOL which doesn't work because…blah blah disconnected…blah blah…cable modem…whatever so I'm gonna give you this to chew on for a leetle bit and I'll update as SOON as I get back but I'll keep writing over vaca so when I DO get back, the updates come faster! Also, thanks to my betas Sarah and Siren who rock! And thanks to the people who review! (InfoGal, I LUVED your suggestions for my other story, I'll definitely do that! Your idea helped, I was stuck..thanks again!) Ok end rant More chaps next week! ~~Sarfinn