This fic picks up where The Perfect Gift left off. I am separating the two fics for those of you who think The Perfect Gift perfect as is. I am continuing it on request. For those of you who reviewed The Perfect Gift, I thank you and hope you enjoy this fic as much.

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Buffy dived over a crumbling tombstone and rolled out of the way as her opponent followed suit. Quickly the slayer sprang to her feet and dealt a powerful roundhouse kick to the vampire's chin. The vampire growled and staggered back towards another tombstone. Seeing her opportunity, Buffy swiftly dove in a slammed another kick hard into the vamp's chest. The vampire took a step backwards and fell over the tombstone, landing on his back with a dull thud.

Next time, pick on someone your own size. Buffy stepped over the vampire, It's not his fault you're dust--

Taking his chance, the vampire brought his leg up into the slayer's back, knocking her off balance and giving him time to get up. The two squared off with the vampire landing the first punch to Buffy's chin. Buffy retaliated with a punch of her own and a high kick, roundhouse kick combo. The vampire landed on another tombstone, which crumbled under his weight, and rolled out of the way before Buffy's stake found it's mark. Buffy turned in time to block a punch and landed a backhand punch to the vamp's cheek. Another high kick found his chest and pushed him away from her giving her time to move to higher ground.

Buffy jumped and landed on the roof of a small crypt. The vampire was on her heels. Buffy kicked him in the head stunning him. Instantly, the slayer jumped off the roof and somersaulted midair, landing behind the vampire.

It's my fault. The slayer drove her stake deep and the vamp was dust.

Without hesitation or even a smile of triumph, Buffy turned away from the floating dust pile and ran towards a large marble statue of an angel. A tall man dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt--both of which fit him like a glove--stepped into the moonlight. His right cheek held a reddish mark that was now turning into a bruise. A tiny cut about his right eye was outsized by a large wound on his left arm. He looked very tired and almost scared to step out of the safety of the shadows.

Spike, are you all right? Buffy stopped in front of the injured man.

I told you not to call me that. Spike took a breath and winced. Yeah I'm all right. Think I cracked a rib or two though. And my head feels like it's gonna float away. Other than that, Spike took a step forward and stumbled. Buffy caught him and for a minute he leaned on her while catching his breath. I'm dandy.

Buffy gently supported her friend and led him to one of the many cemetery exits. Good to hear. Hospital here we come.

Spike sagged against the slayer, I'm fine, Buffy. I just need to lie down.

Sure. That's why you can't even walk on your own.

I can. I just like leaning on you is all. Spike grinned then winced as his cheek began to ache.

Buffy smiled, but inside she was worried. Just a quick stop, I promise. They'll tape your ribs, but Band-Aids on your owies, and out we go. If you're good, they might even give you a lollypop.

Spike softly sighed. God he loved her! I know you care, luv, and believe me I am grateful. But you can't take me to the hospital every time I get hit by a vampire, Spike hesitated, or two.

Actually it was six, but who's counting? Buffy held him closer.

My point is, I'm nobody. I have no identification, no health plan of any sort. The doc's see that and they get suspicious.

We'll tell them you're my cousin. Up from England. You were robbed while waiting for me at the bus station.

Bus station. From England. Oh sure they'd buy that.

I'll pay them. Buffy's voice was suddenly serious.

You can't afford it.

I'll find a way! Buffy caught herself yelling and bit her lip. I'm not going to stand by and watch you hurt. It's my job to take care of you and make sure you are okay.

Spike stopped walking which forced Buffy to stop as well. Spike leaned on the slayer for support but spoke with some authority. It's not your job to look after me. I can handle myself I-

You're weaker than a kitten. Buffy's voice was calm. And I'm the slayer. I protect the innocent. Her voice was almost a whisper, I protect you.

Spike chuckled painfully and some blood began to trickle out of his mouth, over his bottom lip, and down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and stared at it absently. I'm not innocent.

Buffy sighed softly and reached up to gently touch his cheek. Her words were soft and tender, full of silent wonder and complete faith. You are now.

Spike tingled at her touch. It was so warm and gentle. It terrified him to think what would become of him if he didn't have her. She was his angel, his savior. Without her, he would surely die--or worse! He would live a long miserable life wishing he were dead...again.

Silently the two began to walk again. Spike's thoughts raced through his head. He was her man. He was supposed to protect her and take care of her.

I just want to take care of you, Buffy. That's my job. I am supposed to fight along side you and help you. Spike frowned slightly as he tried to figure out what it was he was trying to say exactly.

The slayer smiled to herself and held him close again, You will.