CHAPTER 2 - GOT ICE?
"What happened?" Giles said, as he opened the door as Spike carried Buffy inside.
"Got hurt. Couple of vamps jumped her down by my old crypt," Spike answered.
Giles started to ask how, but seeing the look on Spike's face, decided to wait. He followed Spike up the stairs and opened Buffy's bedroom door for him.
Spike laid Buffy gently on the bed, "Be right back, luv," he said, as Giles came over towards her.
"Buffy?" Giles said.
"Giles," Buffy answered weakly, "sorry, didn't mean to..." she grimaced in pain.
"It's alright, don't talk now," he said, giving her hand a squeeze.
Spike came back into the room with a bowl of warm water, washcloths, towels, and the first aid kit.
"Spike," Buffy said, through half shut eyes.
"It's alright, pet, Spike's here," he said, as he started to gently wash the cuts on her face.
"Rupert, can you bring some ice? Buffy's got a nasty bump on the back of her head," Spike asked, "needs to get into her jammies, too. That way I can see if she's hurt anywhere else," Spike said, without embarrassment.
"I should get Willow, then," Giles hurriedly said, repulsed at the idea of Spike being so familiar with Buffy as to undress her, even if they had been physical before, even if it was in the interest of dressing her wounds.
"No, let Red sleep, I'll take care of it; of Buffy," Spike said, as he applied a small bandage to her forehead.
Giles had been just watching the exchange between the two of them. They really did have a connection that seemed to defy any reasoning he could come up with; that he wanted to come up with. The idea of his Buffy and Spike...he just couldn't fathom it; didn't want to.
"I.C.E.?" Spike repeated, staring at him, pointedly.
"Oh, yes. Be right back," Giles said, leaving the room, fuming at being reduced to Spike's errand boy.
Spike got up and locked the door quietly.
"Let's see now about getting you out of these things," Spike said, as he gently pulled her to him, so he could remove her top.
Underneath her, he saw a small patch of red. He looked on her back and saw a big ugly scrape that was oozing blood.
"Let's turn you over, luv. Dr. Spike's going to see that you're all taken care of," he said, as he gently rolled Buffy onto her stomach.
The scrape wasn't too deep and Spike was able to clean it and bandage her within a few minutes.
"Hmmmm, if I was Buffy's jammies, where would I be?" he asked himself. From years ago, he already knew what drawer her underwear was in, but not her pajamas.
He found a white flannel nightgown with little pink roses on them.
"Come on luv, let's get this on you," Spike said, as he gently pulled Buffy up towards him.
Buffy felt Spike lift her off the bed with his strong, sure hands. She wanted to help, but she felt like jelly on the inside and couldn't quite get a grip on what was happening, her head was dizzy and the room was spinning. The only thing she knew was that for now, she was safe, Spike had her and she was safe.
Spike finished pulling the nightgown over her head and laid her back on the bed. He then undid her pants, pulled them down to remove them and to inspect her legs and hips. They were unharmed, except for a small scrape on her left knee.
He sighed, then got up and unlocked the door just as Giles came back with the ice.
Giles brushed off Spike's out-stretched hand as he went over to Buffy with the icebag.
"Spike?" Buffy said, when he laid it on her head.
"No, Giles," he replied.
"Spike," Buffy said softly.
"She wants you, apparently," Giles said, a bit of hurt in his voice.
Spike thought of relishing the moment, knowing how much Giles disliked him, but thought better of it. He knew he'd always had Buffy's best interest at the heart of the matter. He just shrugged with a small smile.
"I've got you, pet," Spike said, as he gently lifted her head, so as to put the icebag on the right spot.
Spike said something to her that Giles couldn't hear.
"Thank you, Giles," Buffy whispered from her bed.
"You're welcome," he said, closing the bedroom door behind him.
Now Spike has to tell Buffy to thank me? "This really is no good," he thought as he walked down the hall.
END OF CHAPTER 2
"What happened?" Giles said, as he opened the door as Spike carried Buffy inside.
"Got hurt. Couple of vamps jumped her down by my old crypt," Spike answered.
Giles started to ask how, but seeing the look on Spike's face, decided to wait. He followed Spike up the stairs and opened Buffy's bedroom door for him.
Spike laid Buffy gently on the bed, "Be right back, luv," he said, as Giles came over towards her.
"Buffy?" Giles said.
"Giles," Buffy answered weakly, "sorry, didn't mean to..." she grimaced in pain.
"It's alright, don't talk now," he said, giving her hand a squeeze.
Spike came back into the room with a bowl of warm water, washcloths, towels, and the first aid kit.
"Spike," Buffy said, through half shut eyes.
"It's alright, pet, Spike's here," he said, as he started to gently wash the cuts on her face.
"Rupert, can you bring some ice? Buffy's got a nasty bump on the back of her head," Spike asked, "needs to get into her jammies, too. That way I can see if she's hurt anywhere else," Spike said, without embarrassment.
"I should get Willow, then," Giles hurriedly said, repulsed at the idea of Spike being so familiar with Buffy as to undress her, even if they had been physical before, even if it was in the interest of dressing her wounds.
"No, let Red sleep, I'll take care of it; of Buffy," Spike said, as he applied a small bandage to her forehead.
Giles had been just watching the exchange between the two of them. They really did have a connection that seemed to defy any reasoning he could come up with; that he wanted to come up with. The idea of his Buffy and Spike...he just couldn't fathom it; didn't want to.
"I.C.E.?" Spike repeated, staring at him, pointedly.
"Oh, yes. Be right back," Giles said, leaving the room, fuming at being reduced to Spike's errand boy.
Spike got up and locked the door quietly.
"Let's see now about getting you out of these things," Spike said, as he gently pulled her to him, so he could remove her top.
Underneath her, he saw a small patch of red. He looked on her back and saw a big ugly scrape that was oozing blood.
"Let's turn you over, luv. Dr. Spike's going to see that you're all taken care of," he said, as he gently rolled Buffy onto her stomach.
The scrape wasn't too deep and Spike was able to clean it and bandage her within a few minutes.
"Hmmmm, if I was Buffy's jammies, where would I be?" he asked himself. From years ago, he already knew what drawer her underwear was in, but not her pajamas.
He found a white flannel nightgown with little pink roses on them.
"Come on luv, let's get this on you," Spike said, as he gently pulled Buffy up towards him.
Buffy felt Spike lift her off the bed with his strong, sure hands. She wanted to help, but she felt like jelly on the inside and couldn't quite get a grip on what was happening, her head was dizzy and the room was spinning. The only thing she knew was that for now, she was safe, Spike had her and she was safe.
Spike finished pulling the nightgown over her head and laid her back on the bed. He then undid her pants, pulled them down to remove them and to inspect her legs and hips. They were unharmed, except for a small scrape on her left knee.
He sighed, then got up and unlocked the door just as Giles came back with the ice.
Giles brushed off Spike's out-stretched hand as he went over to Buffy with the icebag.
"Spike?" Buffy said, when he laid it on her head.
"No, Giles," he replied.
"Spike," Buffy said softly.
"She wants you, apparently," Giles said, a bit of hurt in his voice.
Spike thought of relishing the moment, knowing how much Giles disliked him, but thought better of it. He knew he'd always had Buffy's best interest at the heart of the matter. He just shrugged with a small smile.
"I've got you, pet," Spike said, as he gently lifted her head, so as to put the icebag on the right spot.
Spike said something to her that Giles couldn't hear.
"Thank you, Giles," Buffy whispered from her bed.
"You're welcome," he said, closing the bedroom door behind him.
Now Spike has to tell Buffy to thank me? "This really is no good," he thought as he walked down the hall.
END OF CHAPTER 2