At MacGeiver they got off the train into a small town. Buffy went to the
ATM and pulled out some money from Giles' account. He had told her long
before that in emergencies she could use it. At the train stop she had
asked how they were going to get money in Roseland for her clothes,
groceries and that sort of thing. Giles had meekly explained Angel would
send them a three hundred dollar check every week.
This obviously hadn't made Buffy happy but she accepted it. It wasn't like her limited job skills could pay for the expenses nor could Giles find some trashy job. She had absently wondered where Angel had gotten the money. She brushed it off. He had Angel Investigations now. Who knows if he charged or not. And how much if so.
Once she had one hundred dollars in her hands her and Spike found a small gift shop open. It was a surprise to see one open at 3 o'clock in the morning but they counted their blessings and bought some supplies. Well mainly Buffy bought things she needed. A new shirt, a toothbrush and a hairbrush. They bought Spike a clean shirt though he wasn't happy with the choices.
There wasn't a blood bank anywhere near and Buffy knew of no way to get some blood for Spike. He assured her that he would be fine until they did find some. She accepted this and they sat down on a bench much like the one in Sunnydale to wait for the train. Fifteen minutes later it arrived and they filed on.
In their car there was an elderly couple sleeping soundly and a man in a business suit reading. They took seats as far away as possible from these people and waited for the train to begin it's trip again.
It soon did and they sat back in their seats. A steward came around and asked if they wanted anything as he took their tickets. They both declined. "Spike?" Buffy asked as she flipped through a magazine she had also picked up. "Yeah?" He asked. "What are we going to do at Fremont?" Spike sighed. He had thought about this until his head hurt but could find no solution. It would look a little odd if he went running through the crowd with a jacket over himself.
"I have no idea love," he said dejectedly. She put down the magazine. "I think I have an idea." Spike turned to look at her. "What?" She quickly explained it. "No! No way! Forget it that's crazy." Spike said as he held up his hands. "Spike!" Buffy wailed. "It's the only thing I can think of!" Spike shook his head.
"No," he said vehemently. Buffy pouted as she folded her arms over her breast. "Can you think of anything better?" She demanded. Spike reluctantly admitted he couldn't. "But that idea is cracked. They'll know something's up." Buffy turned to look at him. "No they won't, believe me."
****
Thirteen hours later Buffy got off the train followed by a stout man carrying her baggage. "Thanks so much," Buffy said happily. "I don't know why it's so heavy!" She giggled, trying to act like a frilly, spoiled girl.
The man grunted as he dropped the bag. "No problem, might want to learn how to pack lighter," he said as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Sorry," Buffy said bashfully. The man smiled at her. "When the next train comes have someone help you out alright? I don't want you trying to lift that bag." Buffy agreed and said goodbye to the man.
To the average passerby Buffy wold have looked like a girl searching the pockets of her luggage. "Are you alright Spike?" She whispered, trying not to be too obvious. "No I'm not all bloody right! This bag is too small! And you could have told that bloke not to just drop me on the ground."
Buffy scowled. "Stop being such a baby and get over it," she said. "I'll tell you what I'm being a bloody baby over," he mumbled. "Don't see you cramped into a five and half foot bag." Buffy rolled her eyes and stood up.
Thankfully they didn't have to wait too long before the train arrived. Buffy solicited a man to help her and they tugged the bag aboard. Buffy carefully watched where the man put the bag and went to go sit down. As soon as the train started Buffy rushed to get the bag. She checked to see if anyone was near and unzipped it. Spike popped out looking angry as a bull.
Buffy had to laugh as Spike struggled to stretch his cramped limbs. "What the hell is so funny?" He inquired in a huff. Buffy tried to smother the giggles. "I'm sorry," she managed to say. Spike turned away from her and charged to a seat far from the windows.
Buffy followed close behind. "See," she said after a couple of minutes. "What?" Spike inquired. "My idea was great." Spike scoffed. "Yeah, real bloody great, me folded into some stolen bag." Buffy bit her lip. "Well, it wasn't like he needed it as much as we did," she said. Spike shrugged his shoulders with an annoyed air, wondering what the poor young man did when he found his things neatly tucked into the compartment his bag used to be in.
"Whatever you say pet." The attendant came at that moment and their conversation stopped. They quieted after he left and Buffy closed her eyes to get some rest. Spike looked over at her, done pretending to be angry.
He smiled a little. Soon, they would be in Roseland. Safe from Gugsrak and away from everything Buffy had ever known. Perhaps this was the chance he had been waiting for. The perfect time to show Buffy how much he cared. Maybe she would accept his advances this time and return his feelings. Maybe.
This obviously hadn't made Buffy happy but she accepted it. It wasn't like her limited job skills could pay for the expenses nor could Giles find some trashy job. She had absently wondered where Angel had gotten the money. She brushed it off. He had Angel Investigations now. Who knows if he charged or not. And how much if so.
Once she had one hundred dollars in her hands her and Spike found a small gift shop open. It was a surprise to see one open at 3 o'clock in the morning but they counted their blessings and bought some supplies. Well mainly Buffy bought things she needed. A new shirt, a toothbrush and a hairbrush. They bought Spike a clean shirt though he wasn't happy with the choices.
There wasn't a blood bank anywhere near and Buffy knew of no way to get some blood for Spike. He assured her that he would be fine until they did find some. She accepted this and they sat down on a bench much like the one in Sunnydale to wait for the train. Fifteen minutes later it arrived and they filed on.
In their car there was an elderly couple sleeping soundly and a man in a business suit reading. They took seats as far away as possible from these people and waited for the train to begin it's trip again.
It soon did and they sat back in their seats. A steward came around and asked if they wanted anything as he took their tickets. They both declined. "Spike?" Buffy asked as she flipped through a magazine she had also picked up. "Yeah?" He asked. "What are we going to do at Fremont?" Spike sighed. He had thought about this until his head hurt but could find no solution. It would look a little odd if he went running through the crowd with a jacket over himself.
"I have no idea love," he said dejectedly. She put down the magazine. "I think I have an idea." Spike turned to look at her. "What?" She quickly explained it. "No! No way! Forget it that's crazy." Spike said as he held up his hands. "Spike!" Buffy wailed. "It's the only thing I can think of!" Spike shook his head.
"No," he said vehemently. Buffy pouted as she folded her arms over her breast. "Can you think of anything better?" She demanded. Spike reluctantly admitted he couldn't. "But that idea is cracked. They'll know something's up." Buffy turned to look at him. "No they won't, believe me."
****
Thirteen hours later Buffy got off the train followed by a stout man carrying her baggage. "Thanks so much," Buffy said happily. "I don't know why it's so heavy!" She giggled, trying to act like a frilly, spoiled girl.
The man grunted as he dropped the bag. "No problem, might want to learn how to pack lighter," he said as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Sorry," Buffy said bashfully. The man smiled at her. "When the next train comes have someone help you out alright? I don't want you trying to lift that bag." Buffy agreed and said goodbye to the man.
To the average passerby Buffy wold have looked like a girl searching the pockets of her luggage. "Are you alright Spike?" She whispered, trying not to be too obvious. "No I'm not all bloody right! This bag is too small! And you could have told that bloke not to just drop me on the ground."
Buffy scowled. "Stop being such a baby and get over it," she said. "I'll tell you what I'm being a bloody baby over," he mumbled. "Don't see you cramped into a five and half foot bag." Buffy rolled her eyes and stood up.
Thankfully they didn't have to wait too long before the train arrived. Buffy solicited a man to help her and they tugged the bag aboard. Buffy carefully watched where the man put the bag and went to go sit down. As soon as the train started Buffy rushed to get the bag. She checked to see if anyone was near and unzipped it. Spike popped out looking angry as a bull.
Buffy had to laugh as Spike struggled to stretch his cramped limbs. "What the hell is so funny?" He inquired in a huff. Buffy tried to smother the giggles. "I'm sorry," she managed to say. Spike turned away from her and charged to a seat far from the windows.
Buffy followed close behind. "See," she said after a couple of minutes. "What?" Spike inquired. "My idea was great." Spike scoffed. "Yeah, real bloody great, me folded into some stolen bag." Buffy bit her lip. "Well, it wasn't like he needed it as much as we did," she said. Spike shrugged his shoulders with an annoyed air, wondering what the poor young man did when he found his things neatly tucked into the compartment his bag used to be in.
"Whatever you say pet." The attendant came at that moment and their conversation stopped. They quieted after he left and Buffy closed her eyes to get some rest. Spike looked over at her, done pretending to be angry.
He smiled a little. Soon, they would be in Roseland. Safe from Gugsrak and away from everything Buffy had ever known. Perhaps this was the chance he had been waiting for. The perfect time to show Buffy how much he cared. Maybe she would accept his advances this time and return his feelings. Maybe.
