Additional A/N: Okay, because I am an idiot, I accidentally deleted the latest update to Mrs. Giles, and replaced the update with the replacement chapter to my other fic Here and Now. My sincerest apologies. This is the rewrite, strictly based on memory. I hope it's not crappy.

A/N: Okay you guys. I'm sure a lot of you feel as if I should be shot, but it's not my fault. Seriously!! Besides prom, finals, graduation, school work, my muse had taken seriously ill. For a minute there, I didn't think she'd make it. But while watching an episode of "Queer as Folk," one of the characters said that "a true artist never let's anything stand in their way." My muse heard it, and was back on her feet. She's still kind of wobbly, so bear with me, and her please. But wanna know the best medication? Reviews from all of you lovely people letting us know that you're still reading. :)

Our story last took place when Spike and Andrew were devising a plan to spy on "Dru" and the "dark haired stranger..."

"Okay, gentle listeners. Well, mainly just Spike. Anyway, I have followed 'the subject,' a.k.a. one Drusilla Giles to a seedy motel called the Motor Inn. I know, it's pretty cheesy, isn't it? Any who, this where she met up with the dark haired stranger, who appears to be attractive in a sinister, yet sexy sort of way. That is, if one likes that kind of thing..... Ahem. The subject Dru brought the miniature subject, named Faith Giles. The trio was in the motel room for approximately fifteen and fifty-two seconds. I'm not certain what was said at that time, for I waited until they left to raid the stranger's apartment.

I then proceeded to place two listening devices, also known as 'bugs' in the room. It is one room after all, and should suffice. I found some IDs and the like, but left immediately as soon as my task was done, for fear of being caught. As we await the trio's return, I shall regale you, dear listener, of a tale of-"the audio abruptly ceased when Spike pressed the stop button.

"Jesus, Andrew. I don't need all of this. Just tell me what the bloody hell is goin' on!" Spike yelled in frustration. Andrew visibly cringed at his loudness, but nodded in understanding.

"Actually Spike, I'm not sure I understood correctly. The dark haired stranger's name is Angel, and kept saying how he was going to expose Dru's real identity, which is Buffy Summers, and that he is the true father of Faith. Spike, what's goin on?" Andrew asked in true innocence. Spike gave a deep sigh before explaining.

"The thing of it is... the real Drusilla died in that train wreck. I've known for quite sometime, but-"

"Wait, you knew? You knew and didn't tell anybody?" He asked, feeling slightly hurt at no knowing.

"No, I didn't tell anybody. How could I? I fell for her, and she... She had nothing, and wanted nothing. I mean nothing. Wasn't after our money or anything. She was just so- alone, ya know? I couldn't bear her in pain of any sort." He said more to himself than the other man in the room. Andrew looked at Spike with a look full of pure adoration in that moment.

"Well then, I guess you're just gonna haveta be the hero that you are and save her." He said in all seriousness. This caused Spike to slightly chuckle at that statement, and he turned his eyes on Andrew.

"You honestly believe that, don't you? That I'm a hero?" Andrew gave him a look full of sincerity and conviction before replying.

"Oh, William Giles, I know it. Being the true warrior that you are, I know that you won't let me- I mean us down."

Buffy could feel it creeping upon her. The dark haze of depression had descended upon her. She should have known that this would never last. Just as she suspected, Angel threatened to expose her if she didn't pay him money.

"What am I gonna do?" She thought out loud as she continued to pace back and forth in her room. She knew it wouldn't make a difference if she paid or not. Angel would haunt her the rest of her life if he could help it. He'd never let her go. She then decided that she would just tell them all the truth.

"No, I couldn't hurt them like that." She rethought. She became angry with herself when she felt the warm tears wet her cheeks. She hated it that Angel could get to her.

"Damn him. I'll kill him!" She shouted in anger and frustration, lifting a vase high over her head and throwing it across the room. The slightly heavy vase caught the corner of a dresser and broke into large pieces. Luckily, the baby was outside with Tara enjoying the sunshine, so she could be as loud as she wanted. But someone did hear, and quietly entered her room.

"Oh sweetheart, are you all right?" Spike asked with the utmost concern. Buffy whipped her head around at his voice. She began to fiercely wipe at her face when she saw it was him.

"I'm sorry about the vase and- I just messed up so much..." She trailed off as she began to cry in earnest. He rushed over to her and embraced her with his strong, comforting arms.

"Shh. It's alright, luv. I've got you, Buffy. It's alright." He murmured soothingly to her. After several seconds of realizing what he had just said, she slowly lifted up her head and looked at him with large eyes.

"What did you just call me?"

TBC