Angel pulled into the Wolfram And Hart car garage again, taking the key from the ignition and the engine stopping. He stepped out of the car along with Spike. They walked back to the elevator and stepped inside. Angel hit the 5 button to return to the 5th floor. The elevator moved up and then came to a hault with the doors opening up.
Spike stepped out with Angel following, walking towards his office. Spike stopped in front of the door then looked over at Angel who was now standing beside him.
"Why do I feel like we do this to much?" Spike asked.
Angel sighed.
"For once I finally agree with you, it does seem like that." Angel responded.
Spike pushed the doors to Angel's office open and walked inside. Angel followed behind Spike.
Spike looked over to the direction of Angel's desk and paused right in his tracks. Angel ran into Spike when he stopped.
"What the fu-" Angel cut himself off, looking up in the same direction as Spike.
Buffy sat on Angel's desk with Dawn sitting beside her. Andrew sat in a chair in front of Angel's desk with his hands in his lap. Spike stood there, almost in complete shock.
"Buffy, what are you doing here?" Angel asked, still standing beside Spike.
Buffy looked at Angel and Spike then slid off the desk to her feet.
"Andrew, told me you came, I thought something was wrong." She replied
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Dawn sat on the desk, staying quiet with watching and listening. Andrew did the same.
"Nothing's wrong." Angel responded to Buffy, smiling.
Spike kept standing there just staring at Buffy. The doors to Angel's office opened and Fred walked in with her high heels clanking.
Fred walked to Spike and smiled to him, "Your suite is open, I thought you wanted to sleep after the battle," she then looked to Angel, "as is yours"
Spike snapped out of it and nodded to Fred. Angel nodded as well.
"Well, I'm going to wipe my nose up, my yourself comfortable." Angel said to Buffy before walking past her and leaving his office with Fred following him.
"Hey, love." Spike coughed.
Buffy looked at Spike to see blood on the side of his face. She walked close to him, placing her hand on the side of his face.
"What happened?" She asked him lightly, her eyes in his.
Spike moved his face slightly to where Buffy's hand dropped from it.
"Just a little battle, thats all." Spike responded.
"Well, hi to you too." Dawn spoke up, looking at Spike.
Spike looked past Buffy at Dawn and smirked.
"Hey, Nibblet." He said to her.
Dawn grinned at Spike. Buffy looked back at her sister then to Spike.
"Let's get your wound cleaned up." Buffy said, looking at Dawn again, "stay here with Andrew"
Spike nodded then turned, walking towards the exit of the office. Buffy followed him, putting her hands behind her back. He exited the office and turned to his right, walking down a hall. He stopped at a door that had the Room 574 on it. He pushed the door open end walked inside, Buffy still following.
The room was large with tan walls. There was a bed across from the door and a bathroom to the left. There was a small refrigerator by a night stand.
Spike sighed, knowing Buffy was there. He loved her still, those were the feelings he could not stop. He pulled off his leather duster and layed it down on the bed before sitting. Buffy looked at him.
"The bathroom should have some medical supples." Buffy said before walking to her left and into the bathroom.
The bathroom had tan walls like the bedroom did. There was a shower and a sink with a medical cabinet over it. She walked over to it and opened it, looking at the medical supplies that occupied it. She grabbed for some gauze and medical tape, along with a tube of Hydrocortisone cream. She turned and grabbed a small washcloth off the towel rack then left the bathroom back into the room.
Spike sat on the bed, his hands in his lap. Buffy dropped the supplies on the bed beside Spike was she sat by him. She slowly moved her hand to his face and moved it, making her look at him so she could get to the wound. Spike closed his eyes at her touch, remembering it from the past. Buffy picked up the washcloth and starting wiping the blood from the side of his face. Spike winced slightly.
"Ow." He said lightly.
"Sorry." She said, biting her lip and she wiped the blood lighter.
He nodded his eyes calming again as they stayed shut. Buffy kept her hand on the side of Spike's face before placing the waschloth down and picking up the Hydrocortisone and opening it, placing a little bit on the cut. She unwrapped the gauze and put it over the cut and then taped it.
Spike opened his eyes. Buffy smiled then moved her hand back to her lap. She backed up on the bed a little bit and layed down on it. She closed her eyes, finally feeling relaxed. Spike stood up and walked to the opposite by the side of the bed, laying down beside Buffy. Buffy opened her eyes and looked at Spike, shivering a little.
Spike moved closer to Buffy and placed a hand on her arm, pulling her into his arms very lightly. Buffy closed her eyes again, her head laying on Spike's chest and her hand resting on his side. Spike put his arm around Buffy and layed it on her side, his eyes closing.
He sighed and suddenly remember the last thing he said to Buffy, "No you don't, but thanks for saying it..." Buffy opened her eyes and moved her index finger across Spike's side, still laying in his arms. Spike slowly fell asleep, holding Buffy in his arms. Buffy then fell asleep.
