The End and Beginning
Chp. 21
Spike and Buffy walk into the hotel, behind Andrew, who was standing by the door outside.
Faith is lounging on the couch, that's in the middle of the lobby. Xander is sitting at the front desk, spinning around in the chair. Willow and Kennedy are sitting on the big round couch in a corner.
Andrew walks by and says, "Wow, this is sorta like the palace in Episode One." Looking around the huge lobby, and heading toward the front desk, to see what Xander is doing.
Everyone, but Angel looks at him, shaking their heads.
Angel just looks confused and asks, "What's his damage?"
Now Xander, Willow, and Buffy are staring at him instead of Andrew.
"What?" He asks, still confused.
They all start laughing at him.
Through her laughter, Buffy says," You were talking about me, now you're talkin' like Cordelia."
"I could tell you same thing you told me, about talking like Spike, but I won't." He says chuckling.
"Hey, B. let's go find us a room." Faith says as she gets up off the couch, stretching. She walks over to Spike and Buffy.
"Okay, Faith." Buffy agrees leaning up on her tiptoes to give Spike a kiss.
He accepts it and smiles down on her, eyes shining his love for her.
"I'll get us a nice one, baby." She says as she and Faith walk over to climb the steps.
"As long as it has a bed, Pet, I don't bloody care how nice it is."
Buffy looks over her shoulder at him. "Just leave all the room picking to me, Spikey. Why don't you guys go and get the stuff off of the bus?"
Spike starts walking toward the front doors and mumbles "I come back, and she uses me as a bloody pack horse."
"What did you say, babe?" She says, turning on the first step as he walks by.
"Oh, I was just sayin', uh, that I'd do it, Luv." He knows he's been caught, and makes up an excuse to cover.
She lets it slide and heads on up the stairs after Faith, shaking her head and smiling, she heard him, but wanted to see if he'd actually tell her what he said.
"So, B, boinkin' the undead or not so undead, again, huh?" Faith says turning around about halfway up the stairs to look at Buffy.
"What, no, there was no 'Boinking' of the not so undead." Buffy defends herself.
"Well from what I saw back there on the bus, it wasn't far from it."
"Well I don't know what you seen, but there was no boinkin'." Buffy says, her face turning red from embarrassment.
Faith shakes her head and turns back up the stairs; she gets to the top and turns to Buffy again. "Doesn't mean it won't happen, though, now does it?"
Buffy flushes again as Faith opens the first door they come to. Looking inside it she says, "Eww, doesn't look like even looked at this for years, that alone slept here."
Buffy looks over her shoulder, and states "My god, that's awful, Angel needs to hire a housekeeper or maybe just blow the room up and start over again. That's just nasty."
Buffy steps a few feet down on the other side of the hall, and opens the door there. She stands there stunned at what she sees. Faith comes up behind her and says, "Damn, B, this is one hell of a nice room."
"I found it, and I'm keeping it." Buffy exclaims, as she walks into the room.
She stands in the middle of it and turns around looking at all the dark wood furniture and the red and black décor of it. "It's like they knew Spike was comin' or something. He is so totally goin' to love this room." She says turning from the big, king size, red silk covered, four-poster bed, in the middle of the room. She looks at Faith and smiles.
"Whatever, B. I'm gonna go find me a room now." Faith says walking out the door.
" 'K', Faith, I'll see ya later." Buffy calls after her.
Buffy wanders around the room, checking everything out; all of a sudden she hears a big thud out in the hall.
"Bloody hell, Faith. Watch where the hell you're goin'! Buffy, LUV! " She hears Spike yell. Coming out of the room she doesn't expect to see what she does and doubles over in laughter.
Spikes lying on the floor, under a mountain of duffle bags, weapons and Faith tops it off. She's trying to get up, but she's tangled up in the mess and laughing so hard, she can't free herself.
"What's so soddin' funny?"
"You." The two slayers say together. Looking at each other and cracking up again.
"Bloody hell, it's not funny. Buffy your soddin' axe is sticking me in the back and it bloody well is not comfortable. Basically it 'urts like 'ell. Get Faith off of me, so I can get the hell up." Spike complains, getting angry.
Still laughing, Buffy walks over to help Faith. Which isn't helping too much because, they're still hysterical. They get themselves composed somewhat and Buffy gets Faith untangled and off of the pile.
"Thanks, B. Wish we'd had a camera though, could' a won 10, 000 bucks with that one." Faith says walking off to continue her mission of finding a room.
"No, problem, Faith." Buffy says, still chuckling to herself.
She looks down at Spike; he's still under the pile. Smiling she says, "How did you manage to 'literally' get the axe in the back?"
"Soddin' help me get this crap off of me, and I'll tell you."
She starts picking stuff up off of the top of him.
"I took the strap off of one of the bags and tied it to the ends of the thing, so I could carry more stuff, and when I fell, actually when Faith knocked me down, I landed on it." He explains getting the bag and few weapons off him, with the help of Buffy.
She chuckles "Whatever, Spike. Help me get these bags." She says pointing to some bags lying in a pile away from the rest of them. "Leave the others, everyone can fight over theirs these are mine."
Spike gets up and unstraps the axe from his back, and grabs a few bags. "Hey, this looks familiar." He says picking one up.
Buffy grins and walks on into the room, she'd picked, Spike following her.
Spike whistles "Damn, Pet, you have great taste." He says dropping the bags he was holding.
"I know." She turns around and looks at him pointedly. He's not paying any attention, being to busy checking the room out himself. He totally missed her double meaning.
He's been wandering around the room and finds the bathroom. He walks into it to look around. He's amazed at the thing. In one corner sits an old, huge, claw footed tub, to the right of the tub, is a shower stall. He's been leaning up against a his and hers sink. He turns around and notices the huge mirror that was behind him.
He's startled to see his reflection and notices his hair.
"Buffy!" He shouts
She comes running in, thinking he's done something. She sees him staring at himself in the mirror, and notices his reflection. She giggles.
"Been a long time since I've seen myself, Luv. Why didn't you anything about my hair?" He says fingering the short, sandy curls on his forehead.
"I figured you noticed it in the restroom at the law firm."
"I was to busy using the restroom, Pet. Didn't really think to check my hair in the bloody mirror."
"Well, do you want to bleach it again? It can be done."
"What do you think, Pet? Do you like it like this, or the other way?" He says, pointing to his hair.
"I like it like this, but I miss, the bleached look, better. So I guess it's to Wal-Mart tomorrow to get bleach." She says smiling at him, in the mirror, and walking up behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist, and lays her head on his back.
"I guess you have to live with the William look tonight, Luv."
She giggles, " Do you think I really care, as long as you're here I don't care if your hair is purple."
They turn to head back in the bedroom.
Buffy sits on a red velvet covered, Divan, taking her boots off as she sits. She leans over to rummage through one of her bags, and notices the one that Spike was familiar with. Smiling she throws at him.
"I packed this for you, that last night. Before you woke up. Figured if we all made it, you'd want something that was actually yours." She says, remembering that night.
He stares at the bag, in awe that she'd think to do that. Hell he hadn't even thought to do it. He picks it up and looks through it, still in awe.
On the very top, he sees a couple of his favored black t's, the leather jacket he wore before he put the duster back on, Black leather pants, the blue shirt of insanity. Everything she'd seen him wear in the past year. How'd she get my favorite red shirt? He asks himself.
He then sees on the very bottom his lighter and a pack of smokes, and a few other little odds and ends, he thought he'd never see again.
He picks up the blue shirt, rubbing it between his fingers. He turns and looks in askance at her.
She's been watching him, still seated on the divan. When he looks at her.
She says "The night you wore that, I liked how it made your eyes even bluer than they already are. That's the first thing I noticed, just how much bluer it made your eyes." In explaination.
He walks over to her, and kneels down in front of her.
She's preparing for a speech like the last time he done this.
He looks up at her and simply says, "I love you, you do know that, right, Pet?"
"Yeah, I know that, baby." She says leaning down to place a feather light kiss on his lips.
He gets up and helps her to her feet.
"Pet, I'm buggered. Do you want to get to bed, now?"
"Does buggered mean tired?"
"Yeah, Luv, among other things. I'll tell you them all if you'll just get you're cute, little arse of yours in that great, big, old bed over there." He says softly, but in a snarky way. He raises his eyebrow at her and smirks.
"Actually, I was going to get in the shower, before I got in that cozy bed."
"Well, do you want any help with, that, Luv?"
She walks towards the bathroom, and turns her head to smile back at him.
"Right, then I'll be right there, Pet." He says unbuttoning his shirt, and sliding it off.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Bloody hell, WHAT?" He shouts.
Dawn walks in, seeing that Spike is standing there without a shirt, and curls sticking out all over his head.
"Sorry to interrupt." She says, "But we were wondering what you guys wanted to eat?"
"Not hungry, Bit. How's your ankle doin'." He asks concerned.
"It's a lot better." She says, hugging him, "I'm glad you're back, but the hair, it has to go."
He chuckles " Well, Bit, it seems that the opinion runs in the family. Big sis already beat you to that one. We're gonna fix it tomorrow, and before you ask, no you can't help."
Dawn pouts, and says, "Okay. That's cool. You know I do mean it right, what I said before?"
"Yeah, Platelet, I do. I'm glad to be back."
"Cool!" She says, walking back to the door, after she gives him another quick hug.
"Close the door on your way out, luv."
"Okay, Spike. See ya later." She says closing the door behind her.
He smiles heading for the bathroom and the shower with naked Buffy in it. He opens the door and gets a face full of steam.
"Baby, who was at the door?" She calls over the sound of the shower.
"Just the Nibblet, Pet. Wanted to know, if we wanted some food." He answers her, as he finishes getting undressed.
He opens the shower door, climbing in behind her.
Chp. 21
Spike and Buffy walk into the hotel, behind Andrew, who was standing by the door outside.
Faith is lounging on the couch, that's in the middle of the lobby. Xander is sitting at the front desk, spinning around in the chair. Willow and Kennedy are sitting on the big round couch in a corner.
Andrew walks by and says, "Wow, this is sorta like the palace in Episode One." Looking around the huge lobby, and heading toward the front desk, to see what Xander is doing.
Everyone, but Angel looks at him, shaking their heads.
Angel just looks confused and asks, "What's his damage?"
Now Xander, Willow, and Buffy are staring at him instead of Andrew.
"What?" He asks, still confused.
They all start laughing at him.
Through her laughter, Buffy says," You were talking about me, now you're talkin' like Cordelia."
"I could tell you same thing you told me, about talking like Spike, but I won't." He says chuckling.
"Hey, B. let's go find us a room." Faith says as she gets up off the couch, stretching. She walks over to Spike and Buffy.
"Okay, Faith." Buffy agrees leaning up on her tiptoes to give Spike a kiss.
He accepts it and smiles down on her, eyes shining his love for her.
"I'll get us a nice one, baby." She says as she and Faith walk over to climb the steps.
"As long as it has a bed, Pet, I don't bloody care how nice it is."
Buffy looks over her shoulder at him. "Just leave all the room picking to me, Spikey. Why don't you guys go and get the stuff off of the bus?"
Spike starts walking toward the front doors and mumbles "I come back, and she uses me as a bloody pack horse."
"What did you say, babe?" She says, turning on the first step as he walks by.
"Oh, I was just sayin', uh, that I'd do it, Luv." He knows he's been caught, and makes up an excuse to cover.
She lets it slide and heads on up the stairs after Faith, shaking her head and smiling, she heard him, but wanted to see if he'd actually tell her what he said.
"So, B, boinkin' the undead or not so undead, again, huh?" Faith says turning around about halfway up the stairs to look at Buffy.
"What, no, there was no 'Boinking' of the not so undead." Buffy defends herself.
"Well from what I saw back there on the bus, it wasn't far from it."
"Well I don't know what you seen, but there was no boinkin'." Buffy says, her face turning red from embarrassment.
Faith shakes her head and turns back up the stairs; she gets to the top and turns to Buffy again. "Doesn't mean it won't happen, though, now does it?"
Buffy flushes again as Faith opens the first door they come to. Looking inside it she says, "Eww, doesn't look like even looked at this for years, that alone slept here."
Buffy looks over her shoulder, and states "My god, that's awful, Angel needs to hire a housekeeper or maybe just blow the room up and start over again. That's just nasty."
Buffy steps a few feet down on the other side of the hall, and opens the door there. She stands there stunned at what she sees. Faith comes up behind her and says, "Damn, B, this is one hell of a nice room."
"I found it, and I'm keeping it." Buffy exclaims, as she walks into the room.
She stands in the middle of it and turns around looking at all the dark wood furniture and the red and black décor of it. "It's like they knew Spike was comin' or something. He is so totally goin' to love this room." She says turning from the big, king size, red silk covered, four-poster bed, in the middle of the room. She looks at Faith and smiles.
"Whatever, B. I'm gonna go find me a room now." Faith says walking out the door.
" 'K', Faith, I'll see ya later." Buffy calls after her.
Buffy wanders around the room, checking everything out; all of a sudden she hears a big thud out in the hall.
"Bloody hell, Faith. Watch where the hell you're goin'! Buffy, LUV! " She hears Spike yell. Coming out of the room she doesn't expect to see what she does and doubles over in laughter.
Spikes lying on the floor, under a mountain of duffle bags, weapons and Faith tops it off. She's trying to get up, but she's tangled up in the mess and laughing so hard, she can't free herself.
"What's so soddin' funny?"
"You." The two slayers say together. Looking at each other and cracking up again.
"Bloody hell, it's not funny. Buffy your soddin' axe is sticking me in the back and it bloody well is not comfortable. Basically it 'urts like 'ell. Get Faith off of me, so I can get the hell up." Spike complains, getting angry.
Still laughing, Buffy walks over to help Faith. Which isn't helping too much because, they're still hysterical. They get themselves composed somewhat and Buffy gets Faith untangled and off of the pile.
"Thanks, B. Wish we'd had a camera though, could' a won 10, 000 bucks with that one." Faith says walking off to continue her mission of finding a room.
"No, problem, Faith." Buffy says, still chuckling to herself.
She looks down at Spike; he's still under the pile. Smiling she says, "How did you manage to 'literally' get the axe in the back?"
"Soddin' help me get this crap off of me, and I'll tell you."
She starts picking stuff up off of the top of him.
"I took the strap off of one of the bags and tied it to the ends of the thing, so I could carry more stuff, and when I fell, actually when Faith knocked me down, I landed on it." He explains getting the bag and few weapons off him, with the help of Buffy.
She chuckles "Whatever, Spike. Help me get these bags." She says pointing to some bags lying in a pile away from the rest of them. "Leave the others, everyone can fight over theirs these are mine."
Spike gets up and unstraps the axe from his back, and grabs a few bags. "Hey, this looks familiar." He says picking one up.
Buffy grins and walks on into the room, she'd picked, Spike following her.
Spike whistles "Damn, Pet, you have great taste." He says dropping the bags he was holding.
"I know." She turns around and looks at him pointedly. He's not paying any attention, being to busy checking the room out himself. He totally missed her double meaning.
He's been wandering around the room and finds the bathroom. He walks into it to look around. He's amazed at the thing. In one corner sits an old, huge, claw footed tub, to the right of the tub, is a shower stall. He's been leaning up against a his and hers sink. He turns around and notices the huge mirror that was behind him.
He's startled to see his reflection and notices his hair.
"Buffy!" He shouts
She comes running in, thinking he's done something. She sees him staring at himself in the mirror, and notices his reflection. She giggles.
"Been a long time since I've seen myself, Luv. Why didn't you anything about my hair?" He says fingering the short, sandy curls on his forehead.
"I figured you noticed it in the restroom at the law firm."
"I was to busy using the restroom, Pet. Didn't really think to check my hair in the bloody mirror."
"Well, do you want to bleach it again? It can be done."
"What do you think, Pet? Do you like it like this, or the other way?" He says, pointing to his hair.
"I like it like this, but I miss, the bleached look, better. So I guess it's to Wal-Mart tomorrow to get bleach." She says smiling at him, in the mirror, and walking up behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist, and lays her head on his back.
"I guess you have to live with the William look tonight, Luv."
She giggles, " Do you think I really care, as long as you're here I don't care if your hair is purple."
They turn to head back in the bedroom.
Buffy sits on a red velvet covered, Divan, taking her boots off as she sits. She leans over to rummage through one of her bags, and notices the one that Spike was familiar with. Smiling she throws at him.
"I packed this for you, that last night. Before you woke up. Figured if we all made it, you'd want something that was actually yours." She says, remembering that night.
He stares at the bag, in awe that she'd think to do that. Hell he hadn't even thought to do it. He picks it up and looks through it, still in awe.
On the very top, he sees a couple of his favored black t's, the leather jacket he wore before he put the duster back on, Black leather pants, the blue shirt of insanity. Everything she'd seen him wear in the past year. How'd she get my favorite red shirt? He asks himself.
He then sees on the very bottom his lighter and a pack of smokes, and a few other little odds and ends, he thought he'd never see again.
He picks up the blue shirt, rubbing it between his fingers. He turns and looks in askance at her.
She's been watching him, still seated on the divan. When he looks at her.
She says "The night you wore that, I liked how it made your eyes even bluer than they already are. That's the first thing I noticed, just how much bluer it made your eyes." In explaination.
He walks over to her, and kneels down in front of her.
She's preparing for a speech like the last time he done this.
He looks up at her and simply says, "I love you, you do know that, right, Pet?"
"Yeah, I know that, baby." She says leaning down to place a feather light kiss on his lips.
He gets up and helps her to her feet.
"Pet, I'm buggered. Do you want to get to bed, now?"
"Does buggered mean tired?"
"Yeah, Luv, among other things. I'll tell you them all if you'll just get you're cute, little arse of yours in that great, big, old bed over there." He says softly, but in a snarky way. He raises his eyebrow at her and smirks.
"Actually, I was going to get in the shower, before I got in that cozy bed."
"Well, do you want any help with, that, Luv?"
She walks towards the bathroom, and turns her head to smile back at him.
"Right, then I'll be right there, Pet." He says unbuttoning his shirt, and sliding it off.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Bloody hell, WHAT?" He shouts.
Dawn walks in, seeing that Spike is standing there without a shirt, and curls sticking out all over his head.
"Sorry to interrupt." She says, "But we were wondering what you guys wanted to eat?"
"Not hungry, Bit. How's your ankle doin'." He asks concerned.
"It's a lot better." She says, hugging him, "I'm glad you're back, but the hair, it has to go."
He chuckles " Well, Bit, it seems that the opinion runs in the family. Big sis already beat you to that one. We're gonna fix it tomorrow, and before you ask, no you can't help."
Dawn pouts, and says, "Okay. That's cool. You know I do mean it right, what I said before?"
"Yeah, Platelet, I do. I'm glad to be back."
"Cool!" She says, walking back to the door, after she gives him another quick hug.
"Close the door on your way out, luv."
"Okay, Spike. See ya later." She says closing the door behind her.
He smiles heading for the bathroom and the shower with naked Buffy in it. He opens the door and gets a face full of steam.
"Baby, who was at the door?" She calls over the sound of the shower.
"Just the Nibblet, Pet. Wanted to know, if we wanted some food." He answers her, as he finishes getting undressed.
He opens the shower door, climbing in behind her.