A/N:  I know, I know…boo for Buffy and Spike fighting…boo for me…things will get better…I promise.   What?  You don't trust me??

Chapter 22: Confessions

Spike felt like somebody had shoved a hot poker through his stomach.  Buffy's eyes were clouded with tears, and she ran toward the elevator.  He called her name, but she didn't stop.  He collapsed to his knees and felt like sobbing.  Or breaking something, yeah, breaking something sounded like a good plan.

"Well, well, well, William, you little sneak.  I didn't think you had it in you to try and juggle two women.  I must admit, I'm quite impressed," Angel said with a sneer.

Spike balled his hand into a fist but refused to pound it into Angel's face, yet.  "What the bloody hell are you doing here, Liam?  Or did you forget that you don't work here?"

Angel smirked, his handsome face a mockery of a smile.  "Well, William, I just recently came by the information that you've been seen escorting Miss Summers around our fair city.  As a favor to my boss, and to Buffy, I thought I'd rectify the situation.  It really is in everyone's bests interest if you and Buffy call it quits."

Spike clenched his teeth and looked at Drusilla.  "You set me up, didn't you?"

Drusilla looked at Spike with guileless eyes.  "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Spike's jaw started to ache, so he turned his attention to Angel.  "Listen to me Liam, and listen very closely.  We both know that it's your child Drusilla is carrying.  Imagine the damage it could cause if say, her father found out about it.  I suggest you back the fuck off of Buffy and leave us to our soddin' business, okay?  If not, I will not hesitate to plant my bleedin' boot up your fucking ass."

Spike turned and strode toward the elevator.  He was just about to step inside when Angel tacked him from behind.  The two men rolled over and over, each trying to gain the upper hand.  Angel landed on top, but a short jab from Spike had him reeling backwards.  Spike wasted no time, he rushed toward Angel again, intent on inflicting as much damage as possible.  He sidestepped Angel's right hook, but couldn't manage to miss the uppercut with his left.  The air whooshed out of his lungs with the blow and Spike stepped back.  Angel lunged toward him, but stopped cold when Spike's fist connected with his already damaged nose. 

Howling with outrage, Angel backed off and looked at Spike with hate in his face. "What did you think was going to happen, William?  Did you really think that your father would allow you to date a stripper, come on man, even you should know better.  Bad enough you're not taking responsibility for Drusilla, but to rub an affair with a stripper in her face?  Whoa man, that take some brass ball, ones that you don't have.  Not to mention the fuck-up with Parker DeLuca.  Seriously, Spike, you think the mob boss likes seeing his son do jail time.  If I were you, I'd seriously consider hiding my ass in a cave until this whole thing blows over."

In two steps, Spike had Angel's fist in his hand and twisted it until an audible pop sounded.  "Okay, now you're going to explain to me what the hell Parker DeLuca has to do with me, and you're going to make it quick or I'll break you soddin' arm.  Talk." 

Drusilla was edging her way toward the elevator when Spike looked dup and caught her.  "Oh now, Dur, this concerns you too, so I think you'd better stay for this little party."  He gave Angel's arm another tug to demonstrate his point. 

Angel let out a little whimper of pain, and Drusilla walked back toward the two men.  She sat at Margaret's desk and waited for Angel to explain. 

His face was contorted with pain and Angel's arm was on fire.  "Okay, this is all I know.  DeLuca is downright pissed at you for not getting his son off.  Couple of the guys at the office, they were talking about this secret meeting that Rayne and DeLuca had one night.  Only it wasn't so secret and word got out.  The next day was when Buffy got the first rose.  We figure they hired a pro, someone to scare Buffy away from you, give you a good scare.  Only, they didn't hire a pro, just some random guy and now he's gone off the deep end.  He was just supposed to scare her, rough her up a little.  Instead, the guy's gone completely wacky and had disappeared completely.  Rayne figures, no skin off his ass, but DeLuca is still pissed.  He's pressuring Rayne, and shit flows downhill from there.  Way I see it; you're fucked from here until eternity.  DeLuca is never gonna stop, so neither is Rayne.  You're gonna have guys coming at you forever."

Spike released Angel's arm and immediately, Angel cradled it to his chest.  Spike looked at Drusilla, but she wouldn't make eye contact.  "Now your turn, Dru, spill."

Drusilla looked at Angel in disgust, then back to Spike.  "What I told you earlier, that's all true.  Only, it turned out, I miscarried the baby awhile ago.  I'm not pregnant, but father thought it was best if I continued with the charade, see if it would guide you back on track.  Instead, you take up with some slutty stripper.  Really, how low could you stoop, Spike?" Dru practically spat out her disgust.

Spike ran his hands through his hair again.  All this information whirling around in his head, he needed to sit down and think.  After he found Buffy and begged forgiveness, that is. 

Leaving Angel and Dru behind him, he again started for the elevator.  He rode down and ran outside, just in time to see Buffy roar off with in Willow's car.  Spike was also very sure that Buffy was holding a red rose in her hand.  "Son of a bitch!" he yelled to the sky and ran to his car.  

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A/N: until next time, my pretties