Chapter 6- Wake Up!

9:30 A.M – Sunnydale

"Buffy! Come on, Buffy, wake up!"

"Just five more minutes, Mom." Buffy groaned as she rolled over on her stomach and pulled the covers above her head.

"Honey, you don't have five minutes. You need to be at the airport to pick up Spike in a half an hour. Joyce reminded her daughter as she pulled the covers back down. Buffy groaned again, just mentioning his name made her sick. Wait...sick! That would work!

"But, Mom" Buffy whined. "I think I'm sick. I don't feel too well." She said as she tried her best to fake a cough. Joyce bent over to feel her daughter's forehead.

"You don't feel warm. Besides, I think you'll be just fine to drive to the airport." Her mom concluded, earning a very large sigh from Buffy.

"Fine" Buffy grumbled as she sat up in her bed. "But if I throw up in the car, your cleaning it up." She said in hopes of convincing her mom to let her stay home. Joyce suddenly felt as if Buffy was back in high school, faking sick to stay home.

"Get up and get moving. I want you downstairs and ready to leave in fifteen minutes." Joyce said sternly as she left the room. Buffy sighed as her bedroom door shut. She waited a few minutes before making a move to get out of her bed.

9:30 A.M- Delta Airlines

"Would you like anything to drink, sir?" the young stewardess asked him.

"No, thank you" he replied. The stewardess nodded and walked on to the next aisle of passengers.

The plane ride really hadn't taken that long in Spike's mind. Although, he had slept most of the time. Now, he was less than a half an hour away from Sunnydale, his home. Sure, it wasn't where he was born, but it was his home. He had ties there, strong ties. Friends that had practically became his family. Xander had been his best friend since he was nine years old. They had their differences, but they remained best friends. Then there was Buffy, sweet, innocent, Buffy. She was the sister Spike always wanted, but never had. And he had looked after her, as older brothers do. If anyone dare hurt her, he was there to teach that person a lesson. He smiled softly as he remembered her. Always so kind and considerate, not to mention she had a great sense of humor. He had known, however, that Buffy had seen him as more than a brother. Truth be told, he was touched by that, honored that she saw him that way. The way he saw it, better him than some prat who would never return those feelings. Although, he could never have returned those feelings, she was far too young. At least she had been when he left. Besides, she had probably out grown that little crush, right?

9:45 A.M – Sunnydale

Buffy gazed into her mirror as she applied her mascara.

"Ow" she cried as she accidentally poked herself in the eye with the tiny brush. Damn mascara, no matter how many times she put it on, she still had trouble with it. Buffy sighed as she put the tiny brush back into its holder. She looked into the mirror to inspect herself. She was wearing a light purple peasant top, regular jeans, and purple, high-heeled, open- toed, shoes. She grabbed her brush off of her nightstand and brushed through her hair again.

"Buffy, get down here, you need to leave right now!" she heard her mother call from down stairs.

"Coming, Mom!" she called as she put down her brush and took another quick look at herself, before running out her bedroom door and down the steps. As she made her way down the steps she saw her mom standing by the door holding a sign. The sign was written in black marker and said: SPIKE. Buffy sighed.

"Mom, do I really need to hold that stupid sign? It's not like he wont remember me." She told her mother.

"Take it just incase." He mother said as she handed her the sign. "Now, you need to get going" Joyce opened the door for her daughter. "Buckle up, and drive safe." She told Buffy as she shoved her out the door. Buffy stopped and turned around.

"Bye, Mom." Buffy said.

"Good-bye, honey" Joyce said. And with that Joyce closed the door. Buffy sighed, for the hundredth time since she woke up. She turned around and headed for the car.

Fifteen minutes later...

The ride to the airport hadn't taken as long as Buffy hoped it would. She wasn't quite sure why she was dreading seeing Spike. Shouldn't she be happy to see him again? Well, not if it means turning in to a complete loser again. Whenever she was around Spike, she always seemed to be struck speechless, her mind went blank, and anything she did say sounded so completely stupid. But she was different now. She was pretty; she was funny, smart, and popular. She was independent now. Spike couldn't just come back to Sunnydale and expect her to swoon over him again, right? Wrong. Buffy's mind, yet again, went blank. She saw him. There he was, standing about ten feet away from her, searching for someone. Buffy didn't know what to do. So she did the first thing that came to her mind; she ran. She ran as fast as she could, right into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and held tight.

"Um, hi there" Spike said awkwardly. He had been taken by surprise when someone had practically tackled him. He looked down to see a petite, blonde girl, clinging to him. "Do I know you?"