A/N This is my first fiction; it's not meant to be taken seriously and is just meant as a bit of fun, it's a love story, a bit of parody (later on) and humour all mixed together as well as a bit of drama. I'm only 14, so please don't be too harsh with me, I can accept constructive criticism, but no flamers please. Thanks. Set in S5 from the end scene in "Intervention"

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I Gotta Get Through This

Buffy walked into Spike's crypt imitating the bouncy walk of the Buffy Bot, she came to a halt at the stone coffin that Spike lay on.

"Spike, you're covered in sexy wounds," she said.

Spike looked at her and struggled to sit up.

"Yeah, I feel real sexy," he said shakily, "where've you been?" he asked.

"I fell down and got confused, Willow fixed me..She's gay," she replied.

"Willow fixed you, I thought they'd melt you into scrap," he said slightly surprised.

"They were confused too, would you like to ravage me now?" asked "Buffy" feeling confident of his reply

"One moment," Spike replied, stripping off his torn t-shirt.

Buffy's smile faltered for a moment before she pasted it back on her face. Buffy saw all the cuts and bruises on his naked chest, she felt unwilling compassion well up in her at his obvious suffering.

"Why did you let that glory hurt you?" she asked.

"I'll tell you after you make me feel better," he said , leaning forward and put his hands on her hips, and pulling her closer to him.

****Damn Vampire healing, it's almost as rapid as mine, this can't be good,**** she thought to herself.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked.

"Y-yes," said Buffy not altogether lying.

"Do you want me?" he whispered in her ear.

Buffy stiffened, her mind working overtime, she had to know if he had betrayed them, shutting off her mind to what she was about to do, she continued.

"Yes," She whispered back.

Buffy pushed him gently back down on the stone coffin and straddled him. ****He'll tell me what I need to know , long before this gets out of hand*** she reasoned with herself.

"I want you right now you sexy fiend," she said hoping it was something the Buffy bot would have said to him.

She crushed her lips against his, she was surprised that it wasn't as disgusting as she had first though it would be. after all it wasn't like it was their first kiss.

***What the hell am I doing, this is Spike for Christ's sake, need to get my mind back on the mission and get the info on Glory*** she told herself angrily.

She looked down in shock as Spike unzipped his pants.

"Whoa!" said Buffy, as she found out two new things about Spike.

He didn't wear underwear. It was big.

She looked at him and smiled a fake smile, "I love you," she lied.

"I love you too baby," he said removing her shirt before she had chance
to protest.

***Damn, why didn't I wear a bra today, guess I didn't think I'd be
getting it on with the evil dead*** she thought blushing furiously,
hoping he wouldn't notice in the dim light of the crypt. ***shit***

He pulled her head down and they kissed again. ***you're doing this for
Dawnie's sake*** she chanted in her head, ***yeah right*** replied her
mocking conscience.

(A Few Hours Later)

Buffy lay wrapped in Spike's arms, a big silly grin on her face, her eyes
closed, she snuggled closer to him.

"That was more than last time, 27 goes, what did Willow charge you up
with, A Duracell battery?" asked Spike tiredly, as he ran his fingers
through his hair that was pointing in all directions.

"You're the big bad," she said.

"No you are, cos you're not my robot," said Spike.

Buffy opened her eyes and sat up straight.

"Oh I don't think I'm a robot," she said, trying to fool him into
believing she was still the Buffy bot.

Spike looked at her, arching an eyebrow.

"How's Dawn," he asked.

"She's fine, at least Glory hasn't got her hands on her yet," she
replied, dropping the Bot's way of talking.

"Told you," said Spike smugly.

"Damn!" she exclaimed, dropping all efforts at pretence. "Okay, you
figured me out, so what's the big deal?" she said indifferently.

"The big deal is that you know I love you, and now my feelings.."

Spike sighed and looked around for his clothes and got dressed.

"My feelings have grown," he finished.

Buffy pulled the quilt that covered her, tighter around her naked body.

"What do you mean, you're feelings have grown? All we did is have sex,
even if it was 27 times, it didn't mean anything, or that I love you, and
it doesn't mean that you love me, yeah you may be good in bed, but you
don't know what love is, how could you, you're a thing and things don't
have feelings, you're just a demon in costume," she said harshly.

Buffy covered her mouth in horror at what she'd just said to him, wishing
the words back in her mouth as soon as they'd left her lips, from the
destroyed look on Spike's face, he'd had trouble believing her words too.
He looked close to tears.

"You wanted to know what I told Glory? Well I told her that she'd never
be able to make me talk and that you'd win this fight, I'd rather die
than see, you or Dawn hurt," he said quietly.

Buffy's eyes misted over with unshed tears, she looked at the ground in
shame.

"Nearly bloody did, as you can see," he continued.

"Spike.I."

"Just get your clothes on and leave," he ordered her.

"But..."

"Leave!" he growled.

Buffy hastily dressed, she turned to look at him as she walked out of the
door, before closing it behind her, leaving him alone in the dark,
nursing his wounds, wounds which cut more deeply than any, Glory had
managed to inflict upon him. Buffy touched the closed door.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, but no-one heard her.