I'm back but still haven't made up my mind about the pairing. I just love Spuffy, is what live for but Spanya is fun in its own special way, what I want is a woman that shows Spike the love that the deserves so I think I'm gonna go with the flow and see what my muse has in store for me. Thanks for the reviews BTW they are appreciated

Chapter 2

Anya managed to get Spike on top of the sarcophagus. Once there, she slapped him softly to make him come to. He stirred a little before opening his eyes and focused on the blonde hovering above him.

"Anya?"

"Hey."

"What happened?" he asked getting up, "Did you do something?" he wondered suspiciously.

"Yeah, I kinda ...." she hesitated, but then quickly made up her mind and told him.

"Look," she said handing him the chip. He took it, examining it cautiously.

"Is this...?" he wondered out loud.

"Well, you wished it. It's not my fault that a little part of you wants vengeance against them, so I couldn't help it," she said defensively.

"So, you mean to tell me the chip is gone? For good?" she nodded and he grinned.

"Thank you, luv," he grinned mischievously before leaning down on her. The next thing she knew, she was feeling Spike's lips on hers, kissing her softly. A couple of moments later they broke apart with a sigh. She was the first to recover.

"You're welcome--very welcome...except when Buffy finds out she's gonna stake you, and probably'll try to slay me too," she remarked in slightly worried tone.

"Don't fret, 's not like I'm going on a mass murdering rampage."

"You're not?"

"Hell no! After all I've done for her I'm not gonna prove her right about me not changing."

"Well, good for you!" she said with a fake enthusiasm he obviously felt.

"Bloody hell, Anya! I'm not telling on you either so you can relax."

"Good 'cause I really, really don't want them to know I'm in the vengeance gig again."

"Right. Like you can hide that little fact for long. What did you expect goin' demon again anyway? That what you really want?"

"I wasn't thinking clearly at the time," the girl said with face that made him think better of pushing the subject more, but at least he felt that they could talk to each other about their problems and feelings--that they could relate to each other.

"Sorry, luv. I didn't mean to upset you...seemed odd, that's all," he gave her a sympathetic look.

"Okay. On a happier note, when can I move in?"

"Really? You'll do it?" he nodded.

"Well, then, you can move in whenever you want--tonight even."

"I should start packing if we're doing this today."

"Wow, I thought you'd need more persuasion."

He nodded a little, "Wells what better way to move on than by moving out? 'Sides the place is all burnt up."

"I was gonna ask you about that. It smells."

"The slayer threw a grenade downstairs when Capitan cardboard was in town."

"Why would she do that? That's just mean."

"Demon eggs. It was a thing. Thought you knew."

"Not that it was you who was keeping the eggs," he shrugged

"You can't keep demon eggs on our place," she said in earnest.

"I can live with that...so, wanna lend a hand?"

"Actually, I have to stop by the shop. Meet me there after the sun goes down?"

"I'll be there."

"Okay. I'll see you then."

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She came into the house late, or rather early in the morning. Not having the ability to fall asleep, she settled in her couch. It had been a long night tracking down the nerds and successfully putting them in jail--at least that was one thing in her life she could put behind, but it was still too much: dealing with Dawn, her job, and social services was just the tip of the iceberg, but now dealing with the wrath of Xander. The thought made her let out a long, sad sigh.

Xander. Sure he would help her with the slaying--always a Scooby at heart--but all the things he had said to her were plain hurtful. True, she'd told him worse at every opportunity she had, reminding him of how far beneath her he was. Sometimes she would to try and convince herself they were true or sometimes to keep him at bay...at a safe, not-too-close-to-her-emotions distance, so as to not let her care about him.

Spike on top of Anya, almost being staked by Xander, then that look while her friend said how disgusting he was...and she just stood there half-agreeing and half-wondering how he could do that to her. He was supposed to be hers. She didn't stop to think how that thought shouldn't even be in her brain. Spike, William the Bloody, should be anything but hers. But, anyway, the thought was there.

And with that thought, the anger of feeling betrayed, and underneath that, the moment of fear, and panic at the thought of loosing him (either by staking or by his moving on from her). She hated that feeling.

And the worse part was that he didn't even show up that day. He was supposed to have been there at some point telling her how sorry he was, wanting to talk to her, making excuses, being drunk and regretful at her doorstep...whatever! But all she got was a day and night completely Spike-less.

'Huh...guess I finally got what I was asking for,' was her last thought before falling asleep--a single tear rolling down her face.

TBC...

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