Disclaimer: I still own NOTHING! Although, I would LOVE to own Spike!!

Part Two- The Supermarket.

"How was the patrol last night Buffy?" Giles asked.

"Slow. Only one vampire to fight and one pain in the ass to deal with." She told him while giving Spike the evil eye.

"I need a fag!" Spike said as he stood up.

Xander spit his pop across the room and choked. "Excuse me? Since when are you gay?"

"Fag is British for cigarette Xander." Giles told him.

"Some women are cold enough to turn a bloke gay." Spike said stealing a glance at Buffy.

"Bite me Spike." She told him.

"You wish luv." He responded.

"Enough." Giles told them.

"Oh come on Giles, this is getting good!" Cordelia said.

"Buffy, we need some supplies for the soup kitchen. I need you to go to the supermarket and pick them up for me."

"Gladly." She told him.

"Oh, and take Spike." He told her.

"WHAT?" Buffy and Spike yelled at the same time.

"Some of this stuff is too heavy for you to carry back Buffy and Spike can help."

"That's why we have the car Giles. So we don't have to carry anything back!" She told him.

"Cars in the shop. Go on now."

Buffy and Spike stormed out trying to stare each other down.

"Is the car really in the shop Giles?" Xander asked.

"Nope. It's in my garage." He told him. "Good goin' Giles!" Willow told him.

Both so mad they could hardley contain themselves, Buffy and Spike decided it would be best if they spent the walk in silence. They walked in the door to the supermarket.

"We need a trolley." Spike said.

"A what?" Buffy asked in a tone that would make a rat run for cover.

Spike pointed at something to the left of them. Buffy turned to see what he was pointing at.

"You mean a cart?" She asked him.

"Cart, trolley. Same thing." He told her.

They walked around in silence for a while picking up the items on the list that Giles gave them.

"Are you going to talk to me luv or just pretend I don't exist?" Spike asked.

"I would prefer to pretend you don't exist." She told him.

"Where is the public convenience in this store?" He asked.

"The what?" She asked.

"The restroom. Do they have one here? I have to take a whiz."

"It's back there." She pointed to where the restroom was.

"Thanks. Be right back." Once he got to the restroom, Spike stood at the sink and splashed cold water in his face. Why did he let her get to him like this? Everytime he was around her, she treated him like he was nothing yet he still couldn't help but love her. What was happening to him? He knew why. They had ruined him. They made him what he was and now he was so vulnerable. Why couldn't he go back to when he was cold and unfeeling? Damn them! After about five minutes, he decided he better go find Buffy so they could finish and he could get as far away from her as possible. He walked out of the bathroom and through the store until he finally found her. She was trying to reach the sugar from the top shelf. Standing on her tippy toes, she couldn't quite get it. He reached up with his right hand, grabbed the bag and put it in the cart.

"Thanks." She told him.

"You're welcome." He replied quietly. They finished picking up everything that was on the list and headed to the checkouts. After paying, they walked out of the store. As they started the long walk back to Giles shop, Buffy looked at Spike and rolled her eyes.

"What the hell is your problem anyway?" She asked him.

He looked at her in shock and retorted. "Excuse me? You tell me I am repulsive and sickening and then ask me what MY problem is? What's your problem girlie?"

"I didn't ask for this assignment. I didn't want it and your acting like I stole your favorite victim." She told him.

Mad and confused now, Spike looked at her and stated. "You want to know what my problem is? I'll tell you then. I have tried my best to get along with you and you treat me like I'm some monster!"

"You are a monster Spike. You're a killer!" She replied.

Now more calm, he looked her in the eyes.

"Let me ask you something luv. You have known me for years now. How many people have you seen me kill?"

"I'm not with you all the time Spike. You could be killing a lot of people when I'm not around."

"Ok then, let me ask you this. Have you thought about the fact that it is 11:30 in the morning? And if I am such a bloody monster, why am I helping you?" He asked. "Maybe you should think about that before you judge me slayer!" Spike said as he walked into Giles shop. He dropped the groceries on the kitchen counter and walked out.

She stood there for a long minute thinking before storming into the shop part of the building.

"What the hell is Spikes story, Giles?" She asked with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What do you mean Buffy?" He asked.

"Don't play with me Giles. Since Drusilla turned him six years ago, I have never seen him bite anyone. He helps us fight the demons and vampires. And he went shopping, Giles. At 11:30 in the morning. Without a blanket to cover him! What the hell is going on?" She asked

"Buffy, I think you better sit down." Giles told her. She sat down and looked at Giles for answers.

"Spike isn't what you think he is Buffy. He isn't a monster. You have never seen him bite anyone because he never has. The butcher downtown would save the blood from the hogs he slaughtered and I would take it to Spike. He never wanted to hurt anyone. He refused to. He helps us because he wants to. He wants to be on the right side of the line. Two years ago, the Oracles called for him. When he went to see them, they told him that because of his loyalty and devotion to the innocents, they were returning him to his human form. Buffy, he hasn't been a vampire since then."

Buffy rushed out of the building and over to Spikes apartment as quickly as she could get there. She pounded on the door until she heard him approaching. As soon as he opened the door, she kicked him in the face. He fell back into the glass top of his coffee table causing it to shatter.

"What in bloody hell did you do that for?" He asked. But, instead of getting an answer, all he got was a fist in his stomach.

"What has gotten into you woman?" He asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked angrily.

"Tell you what luv?" He asked confused.

"About the Oracles Spike. Why didn't you tell me that you weren't a vampire anymore?"

"You never gave me a bloody chance! You never let me close enough to you to tell you anything let alone hold a conversation!" He told her defensively.

"You let me believe that you were a monster!"

"No! You assumed that I was!"

"You didn't tell me any differently!"

"You never asked! Bugger all woman! You never gave me a chance because I wasn't good enough for you!"

"You led me to believe that you were a monster, Spike."

"Did I? Because I thought I always tried to help you. I did everything I could to help you! What does it bloody matter anyway? It isn't going to make a diff..." Before he could finish what he was saying, Buffy had her arms around his neck and her lips were on his. At first he was afraid to touch her, but he couldn't control himself any longer. His arms quickly went around her waist and he pulled her closer to him kissing her back with more passion than he knew he possessed. Pushing his tongue against her lips begging for entry, he quickly deepened the kiss. His face and body were on fire and he never wanted this to end. This couldn't be real. He had to be dreaming. He opened his eyes expecting her to not really be there, but she was. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. It was brief as she quickly turned around and ran out of his apartment. He knew it was too good to be true. But damn it if it wasn't nice while it lasted.

TBC...