Author's note

Well here it is, Chapter 11. Sorry it took so long to finally get up, I had a bunch of finals and stuff, and then with Christmas. But I hope u guys enjoyed my back up fic. Wish and Consequences. And thank u for all the great reviews. They were much appreciated.

And now with out further delay…Chapter 11!

Chapter 11

Restless in the Trailer

Spike threw his cigarette across the room where it landed in a pile, with three others, and pulled another one out of the box.

The room was filled with the stench of cigarettes but he didn't care, he was used to it. He and his stepfather both smoked when they were upset so the whole trailer smelled like smoke.

Spike stared at the television, some stupid infomercial going on about roach killers and what not but he was barely paying attention. He was just waiting for the Slayer to wake up so he could take her home.

Probably some large mansion with a hundred or so bedrooms and a million bathrooms and what not, bloody palace is what it is. Perfect for a stuck up, bitch like 'er.

Spike sighed and threw his cigarette into the pile with the rest of them, this time he didn't get out another one. He was restless, didn't really feel like smoking right now that's why some many had been tossed away, but there was nothing else to do.

Spike got up and went to his bed room, might as well listen to some bloody music better than waitin' for 'er to wake up.

Spike took one last glance at the girl lying on his couch before shutting the door to his room, could 'ave my bloody way with 'er and no one would know. Spike shook his head, nah, be a waste of my bloody time.

And with a small chuckle he slammed the door shut.

A Bloody Hand

Buffy shot up, as soon as she heard the slam,and right away she regretted it. Her head felt heavier than a large boulder and hurt like hell.

Her eyes were still a little heavy and she tried to remember what had happened that night to cause all this damage to her.

Then it hit her, the bar and Spike and the other guys with the poker game and the beer, all the beer she'd had, and Anya and Andrew's little private chat and sudden urge to leave and then the trailer…she remembered being dragged into a trailer. And she remembered bleach blonde, but no Andrew or Anya.

Then Buffy's eyes shot open, Spike! She was in Spike's trailer on his couch, what was she doing here? Where were Anya and Andrew? Why'd they leave her with him?

Buffy jumped off the couch and steadied her self against the wall of the trailer; she had to get out of here and fast. Or who knows what might happen.

Buffy made her way to the door by inching along the wall, one step at a time, the pain in her head was still there and she was afraid to move too fast.

When she reached the door she twisted the handled and stepped out, falling face first into asphalt. The door banged against the side of the trailer loudly and Buffy clutched her head in pain.

Then she felt and arm around her waist pulling her up, immediately alarms went off and Buffy struggled against this stranger.

"Bloody 'ell woman would you stop movin' an' let me get you up off your ass?"

Buffy frowned and stopped struggling as Spike helped her to her feet, when she was finally standing she punched him in the nose, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Spike howled in pain and clutched his nose, his eyes narrowed on her and he growled, "I was just tryin' to give you a bloody hand, but if you think you can do better on your own then your bloody welcome to"

Buffy scowled at him, "You were not trying to help me, you're the one that brought me here in the first place!"

Spike sighed, "No that was your bloody friend Anya and that stupid whelp Andrew, I had nothin' to do with your bein' in my 'ouse," Spike took a few steps back, "In fact I would rather have a thousand bloody roaches in my 'ouse before you"

Buffy rolled her eyes at him, "Like you don't already"

Spike growled at her, "I don't know why I bloody agreed to take you home, probably should've dumped you in a bloody ditch and left you there.'

"A ditch would have been better than your roach infested, smoke smelling trailer,"

Spike chuckled and shook his head, "Right well, I'll be seein' you, 'ave fun with you bloody 'angover love" and he turned and stalked off into the shadows.

Buffy sighed, her head throbbed even more from the fall and arguing with Spike. This was the worst night in the world.

And how the hell was she supposed to get home? Now that Spike had disappeared she had no choice but to walk. But that was dangerous in this town, especially for young girls who were struggling through a hangover.

Time to make a decision Buffy, you insulted your only ride home and now you're stuck in some trailer park in the middle of the night and you have a hangover.

Buffy slowly made her way back inside Spike's trailer, maybe there was some aspirin lying around in there that she could take for her headache then she would call a cab and go home.

Buffy looked around before she went inside, Spike probably wouldn't be back for awhile, she sighed and closed the door.