Disclaimer: Bla bla bla I don't own anything. Joss is the creator. Lucky git!

Title: Tired Hearts

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A/N I'm pre warning everyone that I'm going on holiday for two weeks in like 3 days *squeal* with my lush b/f. I won't be back till beginning of June! I'll carry on writing while I'm in England, but I won't have any Internet access in Dominican Republic. So when I get back I want loads and loads of yummy reviews please. Oh and another thing thanks for all the reviews so far! Thanks again loadsa hugs and kisses Mel xx

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Spike hated these flats. His father made him live here and keep an eye on the place. He shouldn't complain he lived in a really nice flat with no rent to pay. Daddy dearest saw to that. He could remember his words as they had fought over his dad leaving England to his recently brought art gallery in America.

"Now William, I've told you. You can live in England and I'll give you a flat for free. All you have to do is keep an eye on the place and make sure there are no trouble makers."

          The last time he heard from his father, he was to look out for an American bint. He had to help her get a job. Make sure her rent was low and make her feel welcome. Spike knew how to make birds feel welcome. He chuckled to himself. Apparently to what his da knew she'd had a really ruff break up. Apparently one night she came home bruised all over and sobbing her heart out. Her mother had gone into work the next day and broke down in his fathers office, and being the old softie Rupert Giles was he offered to help in the only way he knew how, to offer one of his flats.

          Spike had been on the receiving end of his father's softness. He and Dru had broken up and she went all loopy tried to stab him and things. In had been about a year now and she was in a mental institute. He had been so relieved when that had happened.

Spike couldn't wait to make this bint feel welcome, he'd take her out for a coffee then out for the night then when she was a little to merry from a little to much to drink, he'd escort her to the flats and wait until she would make the moves and depending on how fit she was he would move in for the kill. How he usually welcomed people who were new to his turf. He jumped into the shower and let the hard spray of hot water massage his back and head. After a wash he combed though his freshly bleached hair, put some gel to hold it in place. Don't want to look like I've made any effort he thought cheerfully. He walked though to his bedroom he decided to go for his signature look. Black jeans, tight black t-shirt to show off his well toned muscles, and finally his black leather duster. He looked in his full-length mirror.

"You look stunning. Yet again Spike." He spoke to his reflection winking. After pulling a few poses he turned around making his jacket flare at the bottom. He left and jumped into one of the lifts and went down 12 floors. As the lift door opened he walked into the one of the offices on the ground floor. He smiled when he looked at the papers on his desk. He sat down and read thought the details

Name of tenant: Elizabeth Anne Summers

Nationality: American

Previous Address: Sunny Dale

Sex: Female

Giles Apartment Block Room Number: 1205

          That was all Spike needed to know. Her room was opposite his. He walked out to the reception and told Anya the receptionist to beep him when a girl with suitcases turns up.

"I'll only be at the coffee shop." he turned to walk away and then remembered Anya was amazingly blunt. "Oh Anya."

"Yep?" she swivelled on her chair to face his direction

"Our little secret she doesn't need to know I'm coming."

"O.K" Anya smiled sweetly.

He only walked down the street when his beeper went off.

"Oh bloody hell. I don't even get a god damming coffee." As he spoke to himself he got a couple of looks from strangers probably thinking he was mad. He smiled his trademark smile and head back the way he had just walked. He walked though the lobby doors, but couldn't see anyone he looked over to Anya who pointed to the lifts. He started running towards the lifts but a big fat bloke got in his way

"Come on mate. Outta my way." He carried on moving though the queue to the lift doors he had to stop in his tracks when he saw a tiny petite girl with blonde hair, his stomach did cartwheels and his head froze all he could see was the back of a girl who's beauty was obvious from the feeling she gave off. He gulped and walked forward. He stood next to her and her face was more gorgeous than he could ever have imagined. She smiled shyly as the lift doors binged open. He followed her in and waited until every one was out of the lift. After being squashed in a lift with sweaty heated bodies as he walked over to her she smelt divine. The lift had reached the 8th floor and the last person got out. His brain started buzzing. *Say something you stupid git! *

"You new here then?" he asked. Could he have been any thicker? Of course she was new she had suitcases. Anyway he knew all the faces around here.

"How'd you guess?" she teased, he couldn't believe she had answered. He nearly missed her soft gentle voice over all the abuse his mind was shouting at him. God she was stunning, absolutely amazing! He had thought Drusilla was good looking but in comparison she was nothing to this girl. What was her name? He remembered the papers. Elizabeth. That was it.

"Has to be the suitcases. Dead give away." he sounded like a ponce he had been in this lift for only one minute and she was already turning him into a blabbering idiot. He had to keep his cool. The lift doors binged open again as they both got out together she turned to him.

"By any chance do you know where room 1205 is?" she smiled sweetly as she struggled with both suitcases.

"Yeah it's opposite my room," he smiled a smile he hadn't used in a long time it was sincere. " Where are my manners? Here let me give you a hand with them."

He led the way and smiled that weird sincere smile again.

A/N: Just so you know. Buffy and Spike have never met before. They're both human. Dusilla's stark raving made (but we all knew that any way) and Angels in Buffy's past now. Please review it what gets me up in the morning! (Did that sound to melodramatic?) Luv you all Mel xx xx