Chapter 3: Going Home

"Dru, luv, I have to leave soon" called a British man as he pack a bag. He looked up to see his dark-haired goddess walk into the room.

"Dear, sweet, William," she spoke as her pale hand came out to stroke his cheek. "Stay with me," she whispered in his ear.

"You know I can't do that, pet," he said as he pulled back. "We've been over this. I'm going to California for a few weeks for Xander's wedding. I'll be back, sweetheart. No need to fret." He said as he continued to pack his clothes into a suitcase. Neither one of them noticed, or maybe they just didn't care, that every article of clothing being put in the bag was black.

"No you won't" she pouted. "Voices in my head whispered it to me. Told me you wouldn't come back. They said you'd want to stay, that you wouldn't come back to me!"

"Now, Dru, you know that's not true. Nothing could keep me away. But I have to go. I'm the best man, not to mention he's my best friend." He said as he turned to face her.

"But ..who will keep me company while you're away. No one will be here...for me." Her fingers drew imaginary patterns on his black clad chest.

"Dru," he took her hands in his. "I asked if you wanted to come with me. But you said no. What do you want me to do?" He asked exasperated. Drusilla pulled out of his grasp and plopped down onto the bed.

"Fine, Spike, go. I'll keep myself company" she said as she turned her head so it wasn't facing him.

"Dru, please don't be like that, luv." He said sitting gown next to her. He tried to grab her hand, but she moved to the other side of the bed. "Luv, I'll only be gone for a little while." He tried. But it didn't help.

"Two months isn't a little while, Spike! I've never known a wedding that's lasted that long." She got up and walked to the window, and stared out. Spike stood up and moved a few steps toward her.

"Dru, it's my home." He said softly. "I haven't been there for a long time. I just want to visit for awhile." Drusilla turned to look at him. He went on, "You know I love you, pet. Please don't make me leave with us on bad terms. I don't want to do that."

"Then don't go!" she said firmly, as she, once again, walked away from him to stand in the middle of the room.

"Drusilla, you know I don't have a choice." Spike was getting irritated.

"Yes, you do! You always have a choice! And you chose to leave me!" she yelled.

"Bloody hell, woman, I asked you to come with me! If it's bothering you so damn much, why won't you come with me?" he yelled right back.

"Because I don't want to!" she shouted.

""Okay, yeah, that make a whole lot of sense!" Spike said sarcastically as he began to pace back and forth around the room. "Let me guess, those bloody voices in your head told you not to come!"

"Yes." She said dignified. Spike scoffed. "What's happening to you, my William?" her voice was softer now.

"Nothing, nothing is happening to me. I can't not go, Drusilla, why can't you-" Spike was cut off by a loud car horn outside the house. He went to look out the window, and saw a taxi cab pulled sloppily into his driveway. He signed and turned back to look at his girlfriend. "Drusilla, the cab's here. I have to go now." He told her as he pulled on his black, leather duster, and swung his suitcase over his shoulder.

"Go, I'm not stopping you." She replied as she looked away. He walked towards her and cupped her face with both of his hands, and turned her head to look at him. For once, she didn't pull away from his touch.

"Luv, I will be back, okay? But I have to go now. I'll call you when I get there." And with that he kissed her gently and then walked out. As he closed the door he paused for a second and took a deep breath, and then continued walking. Drusilla still stood in the spot where he had left her.

"Good-bye, my William" she said softly.

A/N: I know, I know, this chapter doesn't have a lot of Spuffiness, actually it doesn't have anything, but I promise there will be eventually!