Throw away.
Spike wheeled back and forth across the large space that was Buffy's bedroom. He hated this. Being stuck upstairs while his future was being decided for him on the floor below.
Silently, Buffy slid into the room. It took a few seconds for Spike to wheel over to her motionless figure, only standing by leaning on the wall behind her. Only then did he see the red tear tracks staining her face. Fresh tears running down her face and dripping off her chin, following the many that had come before.
"What did they say, love?" He took her hand in his and pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap. Buffy followed robotically.
"He said we have an hour," Buffy replied, nearly choking on her tears.
Spike's hopes and spirit fell. He had to leave, go 'home', say goodbye to everything good in his new life and he had no control over it.
"I should pack." Buffy said before pulled away and threw open her wardrobe.
"Why?" He was confused. If he was leaving, why did she need to pack?
"Because WE have an hour to get out." Buffy turned round to look at him. "I guess we can go to Willow's house, or Xander or someone." She rubbed her forehead.
"They can't do this," Spike said in disbelief. "Can they?"
"Apparently." Buffy shrugged, mindlessly pulling a few pairs of trousers and T-shirts in a bag. "You should pack too, I wanna say goodbye to Dawnie." Buffy fled from the room and ran upstairs.
She returned a few minutes later. "She's out." Buffy explained. "I got most of your clothes. Are you ready? There's no point staying if we're not wanted." Buffy hung her bag on the back of Spike's wheelchair.
"Willow's?" Spike asked. He wasn't very enthusiastic about staying with Xander.
"I guess." Buffy wheeled him out towards the elevator. She would have climbed over the balcony if it wasn't for Spike's total lack of use of legs.
~~~~~
"Hey," Buffy said quietly as Willow opened the door.
"Buffy? What's wrong?" Willow could see the tear marks down her friends face.
"Can we stay here for a bit?" She asked. Not wanting to explain everything on the front porch.
"Of course." Willow stepped aside to let them in.
~~~
Once Buffy had calmed down a bit and had several cups of coffee, she explained to Willow and Tara what had happened.
"I'm so sorry Buffy," Willow said. "But you are more than welcome to stay here. I'll tell you what, you two can have the summer house."
Buffy smiled appreciatively. She had no idea what she would do with out such a great friend.
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Spike wheeled back and forth across the large space that was Buffy's bedroom. He hated this. Being stuck upstairs while his future was being decided for him on the floor below.
Silently, Buffy slid into the room. It took a few seconds for Spike to wheel over to her motionless figure, only standing by leaning on the wall behind her. Only then did he see the red tear tracks staining her face. Fresh tears running down her face and dripping off her chin, following the many that had come before.
"What did they say, love?" He took her hand in his and pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap. Buffy followed robotically.
"He said we have an hour," Buffy replied, nearly choking on her tears.
Spike's hopes and spirit fell. He had to leave, go 'home', say goodbye to everything good in his new life and he had no control over it.
"I should pack." Buffy said before pulled away and threw open her wardrobe.
"Why?" He was confused. If he was leaving, why did she need to pack?
"Because WE have an hour to get out." Buffy turned round to look at him. "I guess we can go to Willow's house, or Xander or someone." She rubbed her forehead.
"They can't do this," Spike said in disbelief. "Can they?"
"Apparently." Buffy shrugged, mindlessly pulling a few pairs of trousers and T-shirts in a bag. "You should pack too, I wanna say goodbye to Dawnie." Buffy fled from the room and ran upstairs.
She returned a few minutes later. "She's out." Buffy explained. "I got most of your clothes. Are you ready? There's no point staying if we're not wanted." Buffy hung her bag on the back of Spike's wheelchair.
"Willow's?" Spike asked. He wasn't very enthusiastic about staying with Xander.
"I guess." Buffy wheeled him out towards the elevator. She would have climbed over the balcony if it wasn't for Spike's total lack of use of legs.
~~~~~
"Hey," Buffy said quietly as Willow opened the door.
"Buffy? What's wrong?" Willow could see the tear marks down her friends face.
"Can we stay here for a bit?" She asked. Not wanting to explain everything on the front porch.
"Of course." Willow stepped aside to let them in.
~~~
Once Buffy had calmed down a bit and had several cups of coffee, she explained to Willow and Tara what had happened.
"I'm so sorry Buffy," Willow said. "But you are more than welcome to stay here. I'll tell you what, you two can have the summer house."
Buffy smiled appreciatively. She had no idea what she would do with out such a great friend.
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