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Chapter 27 – Second Chance
"Spike, wait!" Buffy called as she charged after him. He ignored her and carried on stomping through the garden. "Spike!"
"Fuck off!" he replied, not even bothering to turn around.
"Spike!" Her foot became stuck in a murky brown puddle causing her ankle to twist and her whole leg to collapse. "Spike!"
He turned round to face her. "What?" He wasn't sure if it was rain running down his face or tears. He suspected a mixture of both.
"I'm sorry," she apologised meekly. "I didn't know you where so touchy about-"
"I don't want your sympathy or your apologises, Buffy!" He shouted back. "Do you even know why I'm here?"
"Because I laughed at you?" Buffy answered, slightly confused.
"No, HERE, in Sunnydale, in America."
"You're an exchange student."
"No, I'm not," he admitted, holding out his hand to pull her out of the degrading puddle. "I'm not here for an exchange and I stopped being a student nearly two years ago. "Exchange Student is what they called it your end but I was told this is my Second Chance, a chance to make something of my life. But instead I come here and get hated, ignored, blown up, thrown away and ridiculed."
"I'm sorry, Spike, but-" he cut her off again.
"I don't want to hear it, Buffy!" He dropped her, sending her splashing back into the puddle. "I'm leaving, next flight out of here and I'm gone for ever."
Buffy sobbed uselessly as she watched Spike walk out on her. She watched until he had long disappeared into the woods at the back of the house. She stood up shakily, testing her weakened ankle. She wasn't some kind of pathetic cry baby. She was Buffy and she wasn't going to let the only person who she had ever loved walk right out of her life because of some stupid game of truth or dare.
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"Now boarding flight AMA27, Sunnydale to London Heathrow at gate number 5," a woman announced over a loud speaker. Spike stood up and looked one last time. This was it. His last time in America for, well, probably forever.
Buffy pushed her way through the crowds. She needed to find him and she needed to find him now! She wasn't going to let the first good thing in her life just walk out on her. Slightly too late, she realised that it was pointless trying to search the crowds, she was too short. She needed to be higher.
Buffy spotted the check in desks not too far from where she was standing. A few more pushes and shoves and she was there. She climbed up onto the desk, ignoring the angry cries and shouts from not only the staff but the passengers as well.
"Spike!" Buffy called out. "Spike!"
Everybody had their eyes on her. But the person she was calling was not looking.
Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted him. He was standing in the queue at the far end of the airport; waiting to go through the first security check. If he actually did get through before she could reach him then she wouldn't be able to follow and she would loose him forever.
"Spike! Wait!" Buffy called, jumping off the desk and charging through the crowds. She didn't care who he pushed out the way or even if she knocked someone over. All she wanted was to get to him before he could get through the gate.
Just as the person in front of Spike was let through Buffy reached. "Spike!"
He turned round to see who was calling him. When he saw the petite blonde his eyes lit up. "Buffy!"
She didn't stop running until she's ploughed into him, sending them back a few paces, and latched onto him. "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry," she babbled.
"Ssh, pet," he cooed, stroking her hair. It didn't matter to him that she'd laughed at him and hurt his feelings. She was sorry enough to come running after him and get in such a state at the thought of loosing him. "It's ok, I'm here."
"You can't leave me," she said rather pathetically. "Please don't leave me. Take this as my second chance."
Spike grinned and kissed her lightly. "I'm not going anywhere, pet. I don't have a ticket a my passport's at home."
"Then...why...?" Buffy frowned.
"I knew... I hoped you'd come after me. I was mad but I knew I couldn't go anywhere with out you. I'd miss you too much."
A tiny smile flickered across Buffy's face. "Can we go home then?" she asked. "I'm kinda wet and muddy and... I still have Dawn's clothes on."
"Let's go then, luv."
He draped his arm around her shoulders and led the way back to the Summerhouse.
Chapter 27 – Second Chance
"Spike, wait!" Buffy called as she charged after him. He ignored her and carried on stomping through the garden. "Spike!"
"Fuck off!" he replied, not even bothering to turn around.
"Spike!" Her foot became stuck in a murky brown puddle causing her ankle to twist and her whole leg to collapse. "Spike!"
He turned round to face her. "What?" He wasn't sure if it was rain running down his face or tears. He suspected a mixture of both.
"I'm sorry," she apologised meekly. "I didn't know you where so touchy about-"
"I don't want your sympathy or your apologises, Buffy!" He shouted back. "Do you even know why I'm here?"
"Because I laughed at you?" Buffy answered, slightly confused.
"No, HERE, in Sunnydale, in America."
"You're an exchange student."
"No, I'm not," he admitted, holding out his hand to pull her out of the degrading puddle. "I'm not here for an exchange and I stopped being a student nearly two years ago. "Exchange Student is what they called it your end but I was told this is my Second Chance, a chance to make something of my life. But instead I come here and get hated, ignored, blown up, thrown away and ridiculed."
"I'm sorry, Spike, but-" he cut her off again.
"I don't want to hear it, Buffy!" He dropped her, sending her splashing back into the puddle. "I'm leaving, next flight out of here and I'm gone for ever."
Buffy sobbed uselessly as she watched Spike walk out on her. She watched until he had long disappeared into the woods at the back of the house. She stood up shakily, testing her weakened ankle. She wasn't some kind of pathetic cry baby. She was Buffy and she wasn't going to let the only person who she had ever loved walk right out of her life because of some stupid game of truth or dare.
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"Now boarding flight AMA27, Sunnydale to London Heathrow at gate number 5," a woman announced over a loud speaker. Spike stood up and looked one last time. This was it. His last time in America for, well, probably forever.
Buffy pushed her way through the crowds. She needed to find him and she needed to find him now! She wasn't going to let the first good thing in her life just walk out on her. Slightly too late, she realised that it was pointless trying to search the crowds, she was too short. She needed to be higher.
Buffy spotted the check in desks not too far from where she was standing. A few more pushes and shoves and she was there. She climbed up onto the desk, ignoring the angry cries and shouts from not only the staff but the passengers as well.
"Spike!" Buffy called out. "Spike!"
Everybody had their eyes on her. But the person she was calling was not looking.
Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted him. He was standing in the queue at the far end of the airport; waiting to go through the first security check. If he actually did get through before she could reach him then she wouldn't be able to follow and she would loose him forever.
"Spike! Wait!" Buffy called, jumping off the desk and charging through the crowds. She didn't care who he pushed out the way or even if she knocked someone over. All she wanted was to get to him before he could get through the gate.
Just as the person in front of Spike was let through Buffy reached. "Spike!"
He turned round to see who was calling him. When he saw the petite blonde his eyes lit up. "Buffy!"
She didn't stop running until she's ploughed into him, sending them back a few paces, and latched onto him. "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry," she babbled.
"Ssh, pet," he cooed, stroking her hair. It didn't matter to him that she'd laughed at him and hurt his feelings. She was sorry enough to come running after him and get in such a state at the thought of loosing him. "It's ok, I'm here."
"You can't leave me," she said rather pathetically. "Please don't leave me. Take this as my second chance."
Spike grinned and kissed her lightly. "I'm not going anywhere, pet. I don't have a ticket a my passport's at home."
"Then...why...?" Buffy frowned.
"I knew... I hoped you'd come after me. I was mad but I knew I couldn't go anywhere with out you. I'd miss you too much."
A tiny smile flickered across Buffy's face. "Can we go home then?" she asked. "I'm kinda wet and muddy and... I still have Dawn's clothes on."
"Let's go then, luv."
He draped his arm around her shoulders and led the way back to the Summerhouse.