A/N Thank you to every one who reviewed, they were greatly appreciated.
Chapter 12
Buffy quickly returned to the hotel, to stuff all of her and Spikes belongings into a bag, her hand closed over Spike's ring. She knew what it was before she even opened her palm to look at it. The perfect opportunity to return it to him had never arisen, now she knew she didn't want to. Buffy slipped the ring onto her thumb; it always had been a little too big for her.
She exited the hotel; Robson was waiting for her, the engine of his car already running.
"Better get in the back and lie down, too many of Quentin's spies are around," said Robson.
Buffy got in and laid on the back seat, as Robson navigated the London roads. They had only been travelling for a few minutes when the car came to a halt. Robson slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration.
"What is it?" asked Buffy.
"Early rush hour, we could be stuck here for ages," said Robson.
"Spike does not have ages, we have to get there some other way," said Buffy.
She dared a peek over the back seat.
"There's a tube station over there, Bank or some funny name," said Buffy.
"Excellent idea, with all the other travellers we will be harder to spot," said Robson.
They took the tube as far as Holborn and changed lines.
"Now what? We can't just walk through the front doors of the watchers council," said Robson.
"That's exactly what we are going to do," said Buffy.
"Madness, sheer madness," muttered Robson,
"That's me, mad, bad and dangerous to know. Well maybe less on the bad," grinned Buffy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike was slumped in his chair exhausted by the physical torture that had been dealt out to him. His body bore the recent scars of holy water and crosses that had been applied to his flesh.
One of his torturers looked at him scathingly.
"This ones not going to talk, useless vampire scum," he said.
"You'd better tell Mr Travers. I don't think he's going to like it," said the other.
"Who ever heard of a vampire protecting a slayer," sneered the first man.
"She's not going to save you mate, you're done for. Travers has got plans for you," he said, as he left the room with his accomplice.
Spike continued to stare at the floor. She would come for him. He had to believe that, he was sure he would go mad if he allowed himself to think of the alternatives.
Buffy cared about him, some where in that stubborn little heart of hers. No matter how damning her earlier behaviour had seemed. The silly bint had just had some ugly nightmare or other. He had caught her off guard, was all, he thought. Buffy wasn't the best at communicating her emotions. He's seen how she would make quippy little comments to hide what she was really feeling.
The few days they had been away together, on their vacation from hell, Spike had seen a different side of her. Yes, he had total trust in her. Buffy would come for him. He looked up and smiled as Travers entered the room, his secret knowledge gave him inner strength.
"What's next on the menu?" grinned Spike.
Travers pursed his lips together in annoyance, as he regarded Spike.
"What are you so happy about William? So, you will not talk? No matter. I want that chip in your head; at least I will get that. Enjoy your time left on this earth, because in the next hour and a half you will be going for a one-way trip to our operating theatre," said Quentin, smugly.
"So if it's the end of the road for Spike, then why don't you tell me just what you wanted Buffy for? Sort of a last request thing," asked Spike.
Travers considered him for a moment.
"I suppose I could do that. After all, you won't be going any where soon William," said Travers.
"And how about a cigarette while you are at it?" asked Spike.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy and Robson watched the entrance to the watchers council, from across the street.
"Do you think the building is being watched?" asked Buffy.
"Well we've been here for over ten minutes and I've not seen anything. I really think that in all his arrogance, that it has just not occurred to Mr Travers to place operatives outside the building," said Robson.
Buffy and Robson turned, as they felt a presence behind them. Buffy's face drained of colour as she saw it was the woman from the hotel of the previous day.
"Robson, what interesting company you keep, hello Miss Summers," said Lavinia, sarcastically.
"I er, Lavinia," stuttered Robson.
She gave him a hard stare.
"You don't have much time. William is scheduled for surgery in less than an hour," said Lavinia.
"I don't understand," said Robson.
"I think I do, she wants to help, is that right?" asked Buffy.
"Since when did Quentin's right-hand man, er person, grow a conscience then?" asked Robson.
Lavinia ignored him and turned to Buffy.
"The plan was just to walk right through the front door," said Buffy.
"Brave, but stupid. You won't get far without this," said Lavinia, as she held out a familiar looking gold key.
"That's Mr Travers key, the one he used when he took us to the underground place," said Buffy.
"And there is the matter of your clothes," Lavinia said, looking Buffy up and down.
Buffy looked at her jeans and jacket.
"Yeah, I guess they are wicked conspicuous, but I don't care, I just want to save Spike," said Buffy.
"Well you'll do as I tell you then. I never knew Mr Travers was capable of such cruelty, I can't be a part of it any longer" sighed Lavinia, sadly.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike looked at the clock on the wall. Its constant ticking loud, in the empty room. Each sound bringing him closer to his ending. What ever Buffy was doing, she had better be doing it quickly, he thought.
He couldn't believe what Travers had told him, that man had less morals than a vampire did. Moreover, to want to use Buffy in that way without her consent, had made him so angry, but Spike had hidden it well. If he ever got out of here, he knew he would have to tell Buffy. For all either of them knew, Quentin's plan may have succeeded after all, but just not in quite the way, he had expected.
If Buffy was carrying his child, it was something that they would both have to deal with. The chance of hitting the jackpot the couple of times they had made love, were pretty slim. There was so much that he wanted to say to her, tell her, and the chances of him being able to that, were looking bleak.
Where was that Lavinia chit? Travers had sent her out for his cigarettes nearly half an hour ago, and time was a wasting. Spike looked up as the door opened, he saw the brown skirt suit out of the corner of his eye, and looked at the floor again.
"About bloody time. Thought I was going to get the big send off without a last smoke," said Spike.
A cigarette was placed into his mouth.
"A light would be good too," said Spike.
A lighter was placed in front of him. Spike recognised his lighter and looked up in shock, into a pair of green eyes, shimmering with unshed tears.
"Buffy? Bloody hell, is that really you?" asked Spike, taking in her scraped back hair and brown skirt suit.
"None other, lets just say I found a friend in an unexpected place," said Buffy.
Spike pulled at his chains.
"It's hopeless, I am never getting out of here. You should go before Quentin finds you," said Spike.
Buffy got on her hands and knees, pulling at the chains, but they refused to budge.
"I think if we break the chair, then I can get you out of these," said Buffy.
Spike looked at her.
"Sorry love," he said.
"Sorry for what?" she asked.
"Sorry I was stupid enough to get caught," said Spike.
"If any one should be sorry then it's I. I was a bitch to you this morning, and I know it," said Buffy.
Buffy got onto the chair and straddled Spike's lap, pushing her legs against the wall and holding on to the back of the chair, she pushed with all her strength.
"Buffy, as much as I am enjoying you squirming about on my lap, now's not the time for fun and games. They will be coming for me soon," said Spike.
Buffy glared at him warningly.
The back of the chair split, with a satisfying crack, causing them both to collapse to the floor. Spike got up from the ground on shaky legs. He put out a hand to help Buffy up. He retrieved his shirt and duster from the back of one of chairs, and quickly put them on.
"Now what?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at him thoughtfully.
"That Lavinia is smart. She told me that she was invisible to the staff here. Dressed in her clothes, I hardly got a second glance all the way here," said Buffy.
"Fascinating, but how does that help us get out of here?" asked Spike.
"Grab the chains wrap them around yourself, I am going to bluff our way out of here that's how," said Buffy.
Spike placed the chains over his head. Buffy pulled him along by them, out into the main research area. There were very few people around, unlike their previous visit. Buffy glanced at her watch, it was 9:30 am. The rest of the staff would be clocking on soon, Buffy used Lavinia's swipe card to open the main doors. As they started to open, Buffy felt herself breathe a little more easily.
"I think we made it," said Buffy.
"Don't count your chickens just yet," said Spike.
"Pessimist," hissed Buffy, under her breath.
Spike chuckled, wincing a little, as it reopened one of the wounds on his chest. They both walked forward out onto the empty platform. The doors started to close behind them.
"See told ya, piece of cake," said Buffy confidently.
"Miss Davies, where are you taking the prisoner?" asked a voice behind her.
"Oh, hell!" said Spike.
Buffy turned to face the grey suited, security guard who stood challengingly on the deserted platform.
"You're not Miss Davies," said the guard.
"You think?" asked Buffy.
The guard blew on his whistle for a few short blasts, just before Buffy's fist made contact with his face and he almost swallowed it. The man fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"Poor bastard, I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of one of those," said Spike.
Spike threw the chains off; he looked up towards the elevator doors across the way.
"People are coming, I can hear them, and we need to get out of here and fast. The tunnels are still here that looks like our best way out at the moment," said Spike, as he jumped onto the tracks.
Buffy joined him.
"I hope you're right, don't feel like outrunning a train as well as Travers's minions," said Buffy.
Spike took her hand.
"The tracks are too rusted, nothing has run here for at least twenty years pet, stop panicking," said Spike.
"Panic? Me panic! I'll tell you what 'bloody' panic is! It's finding out that you'd been abducted that's what," said Buffy.
"Stop bleeding yammering woman, and lets get the hell out of here," said Spike.
They both broke out into a run, Buffy held tightly to his hand. She let Spike guide her through the inky blackness of the tunnels.
"If we get out of this, I am so gonna kill you," said Buffy.
"The same way you slayed me in bed last night? Anyway looks like the end of the tunnel is in sight quite literally," said Spike.
"And it looks like a dead end, Spike you have great night vision is there anyway out that you can see?" asked Buffy.
Spike looked around.
"There's a closed off stairwell on the left, looks like we could get out that way," said Spike.
He kicked it experimentally; the rusty corrugated metal panel gave very easily.
"Ah, mindless vandalism, oh how I've missed it," said Spike.
"Don't get too used to it," said Buffy as they climbed the filthy stairs.
"I can smell the fresh air we are near street level," said Spike.
"How are we gonna get you out of here? I mean the daylight problem," asked Buffy.
"Let me worry about that. Hopefully that demon blood is still working, otherwise you'll be taking me home in a doggy bag," said Spike.
Buffy looked at Spike intently for a moment, before pulling his head down to hers. She caught his lips up in a passionate, but tender kiss. After a few moments, they broke apart.
"Very nice, what was that for?" asked Spike.
"Maybe it was I'm glad you're not a big pile of dust kiss, now lets go. Just one more barrier to break through," grinned Buffy.
"How many more to break through when we get back to Sunnydale?" asked Spike.
Buffy sighed.
"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it," said Buffy, hoping that her friends would understand.
The last obstacle proved no problem to their combined strength, as they pushed past the hardboard walls that sealed up the old tube entrance. Buffy stepped out into the cloudy grey morning, it had started to rain. Spike put his hand out in to the day light, testing his skins reaction to it.
"So far, so good, lets take the bus I've had enough of the underground to last me several lifetimes," said Spike as he stepped out onto the pavement next to Buffy.
"We have to get to Bank, that where Robson left his car, he gave me the keys," said Buffy holding them up.
Spike took them from her and pocketed them.
"I'll take those, I've heard of your driving skills, funny really, it seems Giles has some cool friends after all, " said Spike.
Buffy opened her mouth to protest, quickly closing it as she considered the truth of his words. She laced her fingers through his and pulled him towards a bus stop.
"C'mon lets go home, we have a plane to catch, and we haven't got there yet," said Buffy
And a whole lot of other bad to deal with too, thought Spike, but that could wait for the plane ride.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So let me get this straight Miss Davies, you saw Robson trying to apprehend Miss Summers, and you stepped in to help. Then Miss Summers knocked you both unconscious and then proceeded to drag you into a back alley where she stole your clothes and your security keys?" asked Quentin.
"That's exactly how it happened," said Robson, nursing a bruise on his face.
Lavinia looked up at Travers innocently, a black eye starting to show.
"I did my best sir, but slayer strength and all," said Lavinia.
"Hmmm, you can both go," said Travers, dismissively.
Robson and Lavinia left the room. It had been at Robson' suggestion that Buffy had hit them both, albeit, very reluctantly on Buffy's part. At least they would have their careers intact, and no real suspicion would fall on them.
"Godspeed to them both, looks like they've escaped Quentin's grasp for now," said Lavinia.
" Yes, he did look a little annoyed. I need a drink," sighed Robson.
"At this time of the morning? Okay, you're on," said Lavinia.
TBC
A/N There will be more Spuffy loving in the next chapter, as they
still have many issues to resolve. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Chapter 12
Buffy quickly returned to the hotel, to stuff all of her and Spikes belongings into a bag, her hand closed over Spike's ring. She knew what it was before she even opened her palm to look at it. The perfect opportunity to return it to him had never arisen, now she knew she didn't want to. Buffy slipped the ring onto her thumb; it always had been a little too big for her.
She exited the hotel; Robson was waiting for her, the engine of his car already running.
"Better get in the back and lie down, too many of Quentin's spies are around," said Robson.
Buffy got in and laid on the back seat, as Robson navigated the London roads. They had only been travelling for a few minutes when the car came to a halt. Robson slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration.
"What is it?" asked Buffy.
"Early rush hour, we could be stuck here for ages," said Robson.
"Spike does not have ages, we have to get there some other way," said Buffy.
She dared a peek over the back seat.
"There's a tube station over there, Bank or some funny name," said Buffy.
"Excellent idea, with all the other travellers we will be harder to spot," said Robson.
They took the tube as far as Holborn and changed lines.
"Now what? We can't just walk through the front doors of the watchers council," said Robson.
"That's exactly what we are going to do," said Buffy.
"Madness, sheer madness," muttered Robson,
"That's me, mad, bad and dangerous to know. Well maybe less on the bad," grinned Buffy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike was slumped in his chair exhausted by the physical torture that had been dealt out to him. His body bore the recent scars of holy water and crosses that had been applied to his flesh.
One of his torturers looked at him scathingly.
"This ones not going to talk, useless vampire scum," he said.
"You'd better tell Mr Travers. I don't think he's going to like it," said the other.
"Who ever heard of a vampire protecting a slayer," sneered the first man.
"She's not going to save you mate, you're done for. Travers has got plans for you," he said, as he left the room with his accomplice.
Spike continued to stare at the floor. She would come for him. He had to believe that, he was sure he would go mad if he allowed himself to think of the alternatives.
Buffy cared about him, some where in that stubborn little heart of hers. No matter how damning her earlier behaviour had seemed. The silly bint had just had some ugly nightmare or other. He had caught her off guard, was all, he thought. Buffy wasn't the best at communicating her emotions. He's seen how she would make quippy little comments to hide what she was really feeling.
The few days they had been away together, on their vacation from hell, Spike had seen a different side of her. Yes, he had total trust in her. Buffy would come for him. He looked up and smiled as Travers entered the room, his secret knowledge gave him inner strength.
"What's next on the menu?" grinned Spike.
Travers pursed his lips together in annoyance, as he regarded Spike.
"What are you so happy about William? So, you will not talk? No matter. I want that chip in your head; at least I will get that. Enjoy your time left on this earth, because in the next hour and a half you will be going for a one-way trip to our operating theatre," said Quentin, smugly.
"So if it's the end of the road for Spike, then why don't you tell me just what you wanted Buffy for? Sort of a last request thing," asked Spike.
Travers considered him for a moment.
"I suppose I could do that. After all, you won't be going any where soon William," said Travers.
"And how about a cigarette while you are at it?" asked Spike.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy and Robson watched the entrance to the watchers council, from across the street.
"Do you think the building is being watched?" asked Buffy.
"Well we've been here for over ten minutes and I've not seen anything. I really think that in all his arrogance, that it has just not occurred to Mr Travers to place operatives outside the building," said Robson.
Buffy and Robson turned, as they felt a presence behind them. Buffy's face drained of colour as she saw it was the woman from the hotel of the previous day.
"Robson, what interesting company you keep, hello Miss Summers," said Lavinia, sarcastically.
"I er, Lavinia," stuttered Robson.
She gave him a hard stare.
"You don't have much time. William is scheduled for surgery in less than an hour," said Lavinia.
"I don't understand," said Robson.
"I think I do, she wants to help, is that right?" asked Buffy.
"Since when did Quentin's right-hand man, er person, grow a conscience then?" asked Robson.
Lavinia ignored him and turned to Buffy.
"The plan was just to walk right through the front door," said Buffy.
"Brave, but stupid. You won't get far without this," said Lavinia, as she held out a familiar looking gold key.
"That's Mr Travers key, the one he used when he took us to the underground place," said Buffy.
"And there is the matter of your clothes," Lavinia said, looking Buffy up and down.
Buffy looked at her jeans and jacket.
"Yeah, I guess they are wicked conspicuous, but I don't care, I just want to save Spike," said Buffy.
"Well you'll do as I tell you then. I never knew Mr Travers was capable of such cruelty, I can't be a part of it any longer" sighed Lavinia, sadly.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike looked at the clock on the wall. Its constant ticking loud, in the empty room. Each sound bringing him closer to his ending. What ever Buffy was doing, she had better be doing it quickly, he thought.
He couldn't believe what Travers had told him, that man had less morals than a vampire did. Moreover, to want to use Buffy in that way without her consent, had made him so angry, but Spike had hidden it well. If he ever got out of here, he knew he would have to tell Buffy. For all either of them knew, Quentin's plan may have succeeded after all, but just not in quite the way, he had expected.
If Buffy was carrying his child, it was something that they would both have to deal with. The chance of hitting the jackpot the couple of times they had made love, were pretty slim. There was so much that he wanted to say to her, tell her, and the chances of him being able to that, were looking bleak.
Where was that Lavinia chit? Travers had sent her out for his cigarettes nearly half an hour ago, and time was a wasting. Spike looked up as the door opened, he saw the brown skirt suit out of the corner of his eye, and looked at the floor again.
"About bloody time. Thought I was going to get the big send off without a last smoke," said Spike.
A cigarette was placed into his mouth.
"A light would be good too," said Spike.
A lighter was placed in front of him. Spike recognised his lighter and looked up in shock, into a pair of green eyes, shimmering with unshed tears.
"Buffy? Bloody hell, is that really you?" asked Spike, taking in her scraped back hair and brown skirt suit.
"None other, lets just say I found a friend in an unexpected place," said Buffy.
Spike pulled at his chains.
"It's hopeless, I am never getting out of here. You should go before Quentin finds you," said Spike.
Buffy got on her hands and knees, pulling at the chains, but they refused to budge.
"I think if we break the chair, then I can get you out of these," said Buffy.
Spike looked at her.
"Sorry love," he said.
"Sorry for what?" she asked.
"Sorry I was stupid enough to get caught," said Spike.
"If any one should be sorry then it's I. I was a bitch to you this morning, and I know it," said Buffy.
Buffy got onto the chair and straddled Spike's lap, pushing her legs against the wall and holding on to the back of the chair, she pushed with all her strength.
"Buffy, as much as I am enjoying you squirming about on my lap, now's not the time for fun and games. They will be coming for me soon," said Spike.
Buffy glared at him warningly.
The back of the chair split, with a satisfying crack, causing them both to collapse to the floor. Spike got up from the ground on shaky legs. He put out a hand to help Buffy up. He retrieved his shirt and duster from the back of one of chairs, and quickly put them on.
"Now what?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at him thoughtfully.
"That Lavinia is smart. She told me that she was invisible to the staff here. Dressed in her clothes, I hardly got a second glance all the way here," said Buffy.
"Fascinating, but how does that help us get out of here?" asked Spike.
"Grab the chains wrap them around yourself, I am going to bluff our way out of here that's how," said Buffy.
Spike placed the chains over his head. Buffy pulled him along by them, out into the main research area. There were very few people around, unlike their previous visit. Buffy glanced at her watch, it was 9:30 am. The rest of the staff would be clocking on soon, Buffy used Lavinia's swipe card to open the main doors. As they started to open, Buffy felt herself breathe a little more easily.
"I think we made it," said Buffy.
"Don't count your chickens just yet," said Spike.
"Pessimist," hissed Buffy, under her breath.
Spike chuckled, wincing a little, as it reopened one of the wounds on his chest. They both walked forward out onto the empty platform. The doors started to close behind them.
"See told ya, piece of cake," said Buffy confidently.
"Miss Davies, where are you taking the prisoner?" asked a voice behind her.
"Oh, hell!" said Spike.
Buffy turned to face the grey suited, security guard who stood challengingly on the deserted platform.
"You're not Miss Davies," said the guard.
"You think?" asked Buffy.
The guard blew on his whistle for a few short blasts, just before Buffy's fist made contact with his face and he almost swallowed it. The man fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"Poor bastard, I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of one of those," said Spike.
Spike threw the chains off; he looked up towards the elevator doors across the way.
"People are coming, I can hear them, and we need to get out of here and fast. The tunnels are still here that looks like our best way out at the moment," said Spike, as he jumped onto the tracks.
Buffy joined him.
"I hope you're right, don't feel like outrunning a train as well as Travers's minions," said Buffy.
Spike took her hand.
"The tracks are too rusted, nothing has run here for at least twenty years pet, stop panicking," said Spike.
"Panic? Me panic! I'll tell you what 'bloody' panic is! It's finding out that you'd been abducted that's what," said Buffy.
"Stop bleeding yammering woman, and lets get the hell out of here," said Spike.
They both broke out into a run, Buffy held tightly to his hand. She let Spike guide her through the inky blackness of the tunnels.
"If we get out of this, I am so gonna kill you," said Buffy.
"The same way you slayed me in bed last night? Anyway looks like the end of the tunnel is in sight quite literally," said Spike.
"And it looks like a dead end, Spike you have great night vision is there anyway out that you can see?" asked Buffy.
Spike looked around.
"There's a closed off stairwell on the left, looks like we could get out that way," said Spike.
He kicked it experimentally; the rusty corrugated metal panel gave very easily.
"Ah, mindless vandalism, oh how I've missed it," said Spike.
"Don't get too used to it," said Buffy as they climbed the filthy stairs.
"I can smell the fresh air we are near street level," said Spike.
"How are we gonna get you out of here? I mean the daylight problem," asked Buffy.
"Let me worry about that. Hopefully that demon blood is still working, otherwise you'll be taking me home in a doggy bag," said Spike.
Buffy looked at Spike intently for a moment, before pulling his head down to hers. She caught his lips up in a passionate, but tender kiss. After a few moments, they broke apart.
"Very nice, what was that for?" asked Spike.
"Maybe it was I'm glad you're not a big pile of dust kiss, now lets go. Just one more barrier to break through," grinned Buffy.
"How many more to break through when we get back to Sunnydale?" asked Spike.
Buffy sighed.
"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it," said Buffy, hoping that her friends would understand.
The last obstacle proved no problem to their combined strength, as they pushed past the hardboard walls that sealed up the old tube entrance. Buffy stepped out into the cloudy grey morning, it had started to rain. Spike put his hand out in to the day light, testing his skins reaction to it.
"So far, so good, lets take the bus I've had enough of the underground to last me several lifetimes," said Spike as he stepped out onto the pavement next to Buffy.
"We have to get to Bank, that where Robson left his car, he gave me the keys," said Buffy holding them up.
Spike took them from her and pocketed them.
"I'll take those, I've heard of your driving skills, funny really, it seems Giles has some cool friends after all, " said Spike.
Buffy opened her mouth to protest, quickly closing it as she considered the truth of his words. She laced her fingers through his and pulled him towards a bus stop.
"C'mon lets go home, we have a plane to catch, and we haven't got there yet," said Buffy
And a whole lot of other bad to deal with too, thought Spike, but that could wait for the plane ride.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So let me get this straight Miss Davies, you saw Robson trying to apprehend Miss Summers, and you stepped in to help. Then Miss Summers knocked you both unconscious and then proceeded to drag you into a back alley where she stole your clothes and your security keys?" asked Quentin.
"That's exactly how it happened," said Robson, nursing a bruise on his face.
Lavinia looked up at Travers innocently, a black eye starting to show.
"I did my best sir, but slayer strength and all," said Lavinia.
"Hmmm, you can both go," said Travers, dismissively.
Robson and Lavinia left the room. It had been at Robson' suggestion that Buffy had hit them both, albeit, very reluctantly on Buffy's part. At least they would have their careers intact, and no real suspicion would fall on them.
"Godspeed to them both, looks like they've escaped Quentin's grasp for now," said Lavinia.
" Yes, he did look a little annoyed. I need a drink," sighed Robson.
"At this time of the morning? Okay, you're on," said Lavinia.
TBC
A/N There will be more Spuffy loving in the next chapter, as they
still have many issues to resolve. Thanks for reading and reviewing.