A/N-Sorry for the slow updates.

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Kick.

Punch.

Kick.

Buffy continued to beat up the punching bag unmercifully until it's stuffing began to come out of the leather covering. Every few minutes she'd stop to hear what was being said in the adjoining room, but was never able to hear anything. She knew Giles and Spike were talking about her she was able to tell by the way the voices began as soon as she started to workout, but as soon as she stopped the voices stopped as well.

Buffy continued this little game for about an hour. Debating whether or not to go into the library to help Willow and Xander. She gave the bag another kick and watched it smash into the wall. The room was quiet and as if on cue, the voices in the other room stopped as well. Narrowing her eyes she grabbed the bag and hung it on the ceiling. She had come to London in hopes to get a break from slaying, but instead found herself in a war. She should have listened to Angel, although she rarely did.

Kick.

Kick.

Kick.

All of a sudden, Buffy flared with anger. She tackled the bag. Pretending it was a vampire, she kicked and punched and finally in the climax of her frustration she thrust her stake out and planted it right in the center of the fiber filled bag.

"Are you always this explosive?" a familiar voice asked.

Buffy turned, her eyes narrowing into small slits as a figure clad in black strode into the dimly lit room. His hair stood out brightly against the subtle tones of the room.

"What do you want Spike?"

"Just a few answers"

"About what?"

"You" Spike reached for the stake and pulled it out of the punching bag with a flick of his wrist. He smirked, knowing Buffy was watching him closely as he walked the length of the room. Stopping ten feet from the bag he turned to Buffy.

"Who's Angel?"

"Why does it matter to you?"

"Tsk Tsk Buffy, its never polite to answer a question with a question." Spike eyed the hole in the center of the punching bag and expertly flung the stake so it landed in the exact same spot.

Buffy sighed. This guy was persistent if she didn't answer his questions now, he would never leave.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

Buffy groaned this was going to be a long conversation.

"I was sixteen when I learned I was a slayer. I had a watcher named Merrick. He never mentioned The Council, and I later learned that he wasn't a part of it anymore. I never found out why. Merrick would always help me with the slaying. One day I was sick so he promised to check up on the cemeteries for me since my mother wouldn't let me."

Spike raised his eyebrow "You're mom knows you're the slayer?"

Buffy smiled "She's a mom. Its in their blood to know everything. Anyway the night Merrick went slaying for me was the last night I ever saw him. I found his body the day after, he was attacked by a group of vampires. Seeing his body like that, all mangled up in the grass made me give up slaying."

"But you're slaying now."

"Yea, that's where Angel comes in. I met him on the streets. He told me I had to continue slaying because it was my destiny. Ever since then Angel became my–well I guess you could call him my Watcher."

Spike smiled "Must have been hard, being called for something without the proper training."

Buffy felt her cheeks redden as Spike smiled at her, "Its not that hard, just takes longer."

Spike looked at the Slayer in front of him. Ever since he was little he was told that Slayer's led solitary lives and only had their duty to live for. Buffy was everything but The Council's ideal slayer. She had family, friends, and actually lived past eighteen.

Spike reached and put his hand on Buffy's shoulder. She was so small, yet had more power than him. The two stared at each other for what seemed like hours until Buffy broke the silence.

"You know Spike, you're not that bad, not at all."

Spike smiled. "Feelings mutual, luv"

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