Joyce knocked on Buffy's door. "Honey?" She replied, "Wha?" Joyce knocked
louder. "Open this door now, young lady!" She good out of bed, but on her
shirt and unlooked her door. "Don't have a cow," she said before putting
her body back in bed, with Spike. His arm wrapped around her,
subconsciously. He was still sleeping. "I don't like you having Spike in
your room without telling me," her mother said sternly. Buffy sighed. "Mom.
You stay over at Giles all the time." She sneered Giles' name. "It's not
like Spike and I are even doing anything. Can't I just go back to bed?"
Joyce nodded. "Sure sweetie. We'll, talk about this, when you're more
awake."
Joyce slipped on her slippers and walked over to Rupert's flat. "You lied to me!" she yelled right after she closed the door. "Huh?" She cornered him on the wall. "Buffy isn't sleeping with Spike. He was just lying there. No contact or any signs of sex!" He sighed. "That doesn't matter. He's still touching her. That's just as bad."
"What did you tell Buffy?" she asked, her attention level becoming short. He stuttered. "Well-I, err." She repeated again, "What did you tell her, damnit!" He pushed her away from him. "I told her that she didn't bloody love him. That it had to be a mistake." He sat down at the table. He took off his glasses and put them besides an old glass of water. "He-he's not good enough for her. I know where he comes from." She looked at his face. "She's-she's been through too much," he mumbled. His hands lay out in front of him. "What do you know?" she asked, sitting down across from him. He shook his head. "No...you know something. What is it?" He looked away from her. Joyce must not know what Angel did to her baby. "No-nothing. I'm going over there to talk to her." He got up from his chair and headed for the door. "She really does love him," she said softly.
"Buffy, we need-we need to talk," Spike said, while rolling over to face her in the bed. She smiled. "'Bout what, sweetie?" She noticed the not so happy look on her face and frowned. "What's wrong? Are you hurting?" she asked. He shook his head no. How was he going to do this?
Giles walked over to her room. He didn't knock on the front door, because he knew that they wouldn't hear them. He was about to tap on her door, but he heard voices. He decided to listen, instead.
"You-you can't be with me," he said. "What?" she asked, not sure she heard him correctly. "It's not you. It's me. I don'-don't deserve you. Rupie is bloody right. You could do so much soddin' better, Summers." Tears started pouring from her eyes. "No. No you do not!" She stood up on her wary legs. "You do not get to make decisions for me!" Her voice was practically pleading, "I love you damnit!" She was on her knees, now. "I don't care what you think-think is best for me. I know what's right for me. And that's- that's you!" She sighed. "God. I have finally gotten over him. That asshole who fucked up my life, and yet, you want to do that to me, again? How dare you!" She paused. "Why-why can't you just forget what Giles said? I don't care what anyone thinks of you or me or us. I just-I just want to be with you. Is that too much to ask?"
Spike walked over to her and helped pick her up. "Love, I'm not trying to make your life bloody difficult, only easier. I just-I just don't want to be your rebound guy who got you over soddin' peaches." She looked at him. "You will never be a replacement. Do you understand that? Never." He nodded slowly. 'He was only insecure..."
She whispered into his ear, "I want all of me to be yours." He mumbled back, "Soon enough, love. Soon enough."
Giles stood aghast at the door. What did he just hear? He wasn't sure.
Buffy got up from her current position from Spike. "Want some water?" she asked. "Nah." She opened the door and was confronted with an astounded Giles. "What are you doing here?" she said coldly. "I guess I deserved that," he mused out loud. She got up the courage to speak. "Yes. Yes you deserve that and so much more. If it were up to me, I would love to never see your face again. But my mother's in love with you...so it's kind of hard not to." He didn't speak. "How much did you hear?" He stammered. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. "Ev-everything." She "hmped". "Are you happy now?" She walked out, pushing by him.
Giles didn't know what to do. "You love her," he stated. Spike rolled his eyes. "I know what you're bloody gonna say. So just save it." He sighed. "I'm sorry, okay?" Spike turned around. "What?" his voice was filled with question. "I. Your. You really do love her, don't you?" He faced Giles. "Yea, I do." Giles groaned. "What about, about..." Spike cut him off, "Dru?" Giles nodded. "What 'bout her?" Spike was truly baffled. What did Giles know about Drusilla? "I heard the bloody rumors, William. I know how you handle your women. I will not let you do that to Buffy. She's too, too...." Giles stopped there, too caught up in his musings. "Wh't 're you talkin' 'bout? I treated Dru with 'spect! She's the one w'o got me arrested. I neva' meant to-to have her break me like she soddin' did!" Giles was speechless. "What 'bout Harmony and Drusilla and Darla and all those others that you so viciously 'shagged'?" Spike was appalled. "I never did those things. Yea, I may have shagged them, but I never hurt them. I don't force a women to bed; I thought you bloody knew me better than that." He turned to leave. "I thought you at least knew that about me," he said before he left the room.
Giles exhaled loudly. Was anything going right for him today? "William?" Giles called out, running towards him. Spike snapped. "What?" Giles sighed. Buffy wasn't anywhere to be found. "No-nothing." Spike smirked. "Figures," he said under his breath and left the Summer's residence. He needed to find Buffy. He needed to feel better...before he did something stupid.
Joyce slipped on her slippers and walked over to Rupert's flat. "You lied to me!" she yelled right after she closed the door. "Huh?" She cornered him on the wall. "Buffy isn't sleeping with Spike. He was just lying there. No contact or any signs of sex!" He sighed. "That doesn't matter. He's still touching her. That's just as bad."
"What did you tell Buffy?" she asked, her attention level becoming short. He stuttered. "Well-I, err." She repeated again, "What did you tell her, damnit!" He pushed her away from him. "I told her that she didn't bloody love him. That it had to be a mistake." He sat down at the table. He took off his glasses and put them besides an old glass of water. "He-he's not good enough for her. I know where he comes from." She looked at his face. "She's-she's been through too much," he mumbled. His hands lay out in front of him. "What do you know?" she asked, sitting down across from him. He shook his head. "No...you know something. What is it?" He looked away from her. Joyce must not know what Angel did to her baby. "No-nothing. I'm going over there to talk to her." He got up from his chair and headed for the door. "She really does love him," she said softly.
"Buffy, we need-we need to talk," Spike said, while rolling over to face her in the bed. She smiled. "'Bout what, sweetie?" She noticed the not so happy look on her face and frowned. "What's wrong? Are you hurting?" she asked. He shook his head no. How was he going to do this?
Giles walked over to her room. He didn't knock on the front door, because he knew that they wouldn't hear them. He was about to tap on her door, but he heard voices. He decided to listen, instead.
"You-you can't be with me," he said. "What?" she asked, not sure she heard him correctly. "It's not you. It's me. I don'-don't deserve you. Rupie is bloody right. You could do so much soddin' better, Summers." Tears started pouring from her eyes. "No. No you do not!" She stood up on her wary legs. "You do not get to make decisions for me!" Her voice was practically pleading, "I love you damnit!" She was on her knees, now. "I don't care what you think-think is best for me. I know what's right for me. And that's- that's you!" She sighed. "God. I have finally gotten over him. That asshole who fucked up my life, and yet, you want to do that to me, again? How dare you!" She paused. "Why-why can't you just forget what Giles said? I don't care what anyone thinks of you or me or us. I just-I just want to be with you. Is that too much to ask?"
Spike walked over to her and helped pick her up. "Love, I'm not trying to make your life bloody difficult, only easier. I just-I just don't want to be your rebound guy who got you over soddin' peaches." She looked at him. "You will never be a replacement. Do you understand that? Never." He nodded slowly. 'He was only insecure..."
She whispered into his ear, "I want all of me to be yours." He mumbled back, "Soon enough, love. Soon enough."
Giles stood aghast at the door. What did he just hear? He wasn't sure.
Buffy got up from her current position from Spike. "Want some water?" she asked. "Nah." She opened the door and was confronted with an astounded Giles. "What are you doing here?" she said coldly. "I guess I deserved that," he mused out loud. She got up the courage to speak. "Yes. Yes you deserve that and so much more. If it were up to me, I would love to never see your face again. But my mother's in love with you...so it's kind of hard not to." He didn't speak. "How much did you hear?" He stammered. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. "Ev-everything." She "hmped". "Are you happy now?" She walked out, pushing by him.
Giles didn't know what to do. "You love her," he stated. Spike rolled his eyes. "I know what you're bloody gonna say. So just save it." He sighed. "I'm sorry, okay?" Spike turned around. "What?" his voice was filled with question. "I. Your. You really do love her, don't you?" He faced Giles. "Yea, I do." Giles groaned. "What about, about..." Spike cut him off, "Dru?" Giles nodded. "What 'bout her?" Spike was truly baffled. What did Giles know about Drusilla? "I heard the bloody rumors, William. I know how you handle your women. I will not let you do that to Buffy. She's too, too...." Giles stopped there, too caught up in his musings. "Wh't 're you talkin' 'bout? I treated Dru with 'spect! She's the one w'o got me arrested. I neva' meant to-to have her break me like she soddin' did!" Giles was speechless. "What 'bout Harmony and Drusilla and Darla and all those others that you so viciously 'shagged'?" Spike was appalled. "I never did those things. Yea, I may have shagged them, but I never hurt them. I don't force a women to bed; I thought you bloody knew me better than that." He turned to leave. "I thought you at least knew that about me," he said before he left the room.
Giles exhaled loudly. Was anything going right for him today? "William?" Giles called out, running towards him. Spike snapped. "What?" Giles sighed. Buffy wasn't anywhere to be found. "No-nothing." Spike smirked. "Figures," he said under his breath and left the Summer's residence. He needed to find Buffy. He needed to feel better...before he did something stupid.