CATCH ME IF I FALL

Summary: This happens somewhere between Season 6. Buffy decides she has had enough of life. Good thing Spike came along...

NOTE: Spike is a bit OOC, and the fic switches POVs in between, hope you're not too confused. Thoughts are in italics.

Disclaimer: I don't own squat.

Chapter 4

---Buffy's POV---

I faltered. "Wha-what do you mean take me home? You mean to my house?!"

Spike nodded.

I groaned. "You can't be serious! Didn't you just listen to what I was saying earlier? Hello? Had a fight with them. Not exactly welcome."

Spike raised his eyebrow. "Oh, really now? Well, guess what? I am serious. 'Sides, you have any other ideas?"

I scrambled frantically, trying to think of something. "You know what? Anywhere would be fine! As long as I don't have to go home! You can take me to Mars for all I care, even out of the solar system!"

I immediately regretted saying this, because I saw that evil glint in this eye. Oh no...

"Okay then, Slayer! Anywhere but your house. Right. Come on then," he said, pulling me after him again.

"Okay, wait just a minute!" I said, stopping him. "Where exactly are you taking me then?" I dreaded the answer.

"To my place," he said and grinned evilly.

Uh-oh. Now I am in big trouble. "I can't go home with you! Hello, mortal enemies here!" I said, waving in his face.

"What? I know you won't kill me," he said, circling around me and looking at me. "If you did want to, you would've done it a long time ago! Face it, slayer. You're just trying to make up an excuse. You're afraid to be alone with me, aren't you? Think you won't be able to control yourself?" He smirked.

What?! Did he actually think I'm like that?! Well, actually, who wouldn't be able to control yourself, a guy this hot... Arrgh! Stop it Buffy! Keep your cool...

I just sneered at him, desperately trying not to let him know how right me was. "You know what? Fine. I'll go. Only to prove you wrong. And don't get any ideas. Just because I was crying and all that doesn't mean I forgot about Mr. Pointy here." I said, gesturing to a lump in my back pocket.

His grin faltered a bit. "Oh, alright." He said grumpily.

Haha. Chalk up one for the Buffster.

---Spike's POV---

"Here we are. Home sweet home." I called out as we entered my crypt.

Buffy looked around, ran her hand over one of the "furniture". "More like home dusty home. I keep forgetting what a dump this place is," she said and wrinkled her nose.

I just stared at her, marveling how she could still look so cute while doing that. And I also keep forgetting how goddamn beautiful you are...

"Huh, did you say something, Spike?"

"Uh... erm... I was just saying... I said I think someone's forgetting who's staying over with who," I said hastily. Did I say that thought out loud?! Night's events must be getting to me.

She looked at me curiously, as if not believing me, then walked into the kitchen.

Close.Too close. Got to be more careful next time.

END OF CHAPTER

Author's note: Pretty short chapter here. The next one will be longer, I promise. Did you like this one though? If I get bad feedback, I may change it, cause I have another idea in mind. Will make this fic shorter though... Oh well, depends on the readers really. What do you think? Will Buffy OR Spike be able to control they're emotions? cackles like a maniac Well, you just have to read the next one, don't you?