Chapter 11. Waiting.
Buffy got home from a long day at work! She sighed as she walked in the door and saw everybody standing in the living room.
"Jeez who died?"
Nobody said anything.
"What's going on?"
"Tom has gone." Xander said.
"I know." Buffy said without caring.
"It's just you and him were so good." Willow said.
"He- I couldn't trust him."
"It's because of Spike." Xander said.
"Parts, yeah."
"Buffy get over him." Xander sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Life was all great before he came back."
"That is why he left."
Nobody answered.
"He left because he felt that he was ruining my life."
"He was." Xander said.
"I didn't think you would understand you hate him."
"I do but I trusted you and you thought it was a good idea, the whole Spike idea."
"It was."
"So why are you moody and gloomy?" Anya asked.
"I don't expect you to understand."
"Well tell us." Dawn said stood with her arms crossed.
"Buffy were not getting mad we just want you to be the happy Buffters you use to be like."
"And I will be, just I have things on my mind."
"And we all know what things they are." Anya muttered.
"No not Spike. Maybe stuff what doesn't concern vampires! Like work?"
Nobody said anything.
"I have to get changed to go patrolling." She said quietly and ran up the stairs.
"She will be okay, just give her time." Dawn said.
A few minutes later Buffy came down the stairs dressed in all dark clothes and looked at everybody sat in the living room.
"Want some help?" Willow asked.
"No thanks, I'll be okay." Buffy walked out and slammed the door.
She walked down the street with her hands in her pocket kicking a can along the sidewalk she didn't notice the woman she bumped into. She turned around to say sorry and the person looked back and it wasn't a woman.
"Let's go." Buffy sighed and the vampire charged at her and they started fighting on the sidewalk. Buffy got on top of her and staked her.
"It seems to easy." She sighed.
Spike was sat on a bench near the beach in LA looking up at the stars and smoking a cigarette deciding what to do with the rest of his internal life. He sighed and smoke came out of his mouth. He cleared his throat and turned around.
"Hello." He said to the woman stood there behind him and stood up.
"Hey."
"So why are you out here in the dark all alone?"
"The beach is a great place to think and the stars are beautiful."
"They're alright."
"So why so gloomy?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I could ask you the same thing."
"I'm not."
Spike looked confused. "So why did you say you were?"
"Technically I didn't."
"What's with all the mystery stuff luv."
"Your British." She smiled.
"And you're American."
"Sorry." She laughed. "I've never met a British person before."
"Now you have." He said and walked away.
"Where you going?"
"To be alone." He said and walked back onto the streets.
Spike walked down the same street as he has done for the past three weeks and a half. Nothing had changed, nothing ever new happened until tonight.
He walked round a corner and bumped into new boy in town Tom. Tom dropped his shopping bags.
"Watch were you going you jer-" He stopped and saw Spike stood looking at him very confused.
"Spike!" "Tom!" They both shouted at the same time.
"What the bleeding hell are you doing here?" Spike asked.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I asked first."
"I got a job. You?"
"I think you know." Spike said and brushed past him.
"You left."
Spike turned around. "Well done."
"She misses you."
Spike said nothing.
"She wouldn't take me back so I left, she is still hung up about you leaving."
"She is?"
"Yeah."
"She will get over it."
"That's not a nice thing to say." Tom smiled.
"Well it wasn't exactly easy leaving her." Spike tilted his head.
"You left your jacket."
"That I did." Spike said lighting up a cigarette.
"How long have you been here for?"
"Since the night I left Sunnydale."
"That was some night."
"Why are you acting all friendly with me anyway?"
"I'm not!"
"Oh please." Laughed Spike. "I take it a poof like you is finding it hard to find friends."
"No." Tom laughed.
"Then what is it then? Hum?"
"Nothing."
Spike tilted his head.
Tom sighed. "Same reason as you."
"No, me and Buffy are completely different."
"How?" Tom crossed his arms.
"For a start she wanted you gone, she wanted me to stay! Me and her have something you will never have-"
"So why are you here."
"It's better off I'm gone."
"How long you in town for?"
"However long I want, I can come go when I please."
"Well I won't get in your way."
"But seeing as you're not In Sunnydale anymore I might pay Buff a visit." He smiled.
"Go on." Tom said without caring.
"Okay? I was expecting you to go mad."
"Nah, I'm cool with it all."
"You are?" Spike smiled.
"Your who she wants, go to her."
Spike shook his head. "I better not."
"Believe me you should." Tom said and walked away from Spike.
Spike stopped and thought about he should do and then walked down the ally way to his crappy house.
Meanwhile Buffy sat onto a headstone looking around the cemetery bored stiff. She jumped down and walked out of the gates and back onto the streets, she walked down Main Street and round the corner to the Bronze. Maybe the guys are there. She thought to her self and walked in the Bronze which were full of school kids from Sunnydale High.
"Miss Summers! What are you doing here?" A boy came up and said to her.
"Just hanging out like you guys are."
"But you're like a-"
"I am not a teacher." She laughed. "Plus look. My friends are over there."
She walked over to Willow Xander and Anya. "Hey! Where's Dawn?""
"She's round Becky's." Willow said.
"Oh okay, cool."
"Want a drink Buff? I was just about to go up!"
"That would be nice." Buffy said and sat down on a couch.
"So how was patrolling?" Willow asked.
"Okay. Not to much going on."
"That makes a change. There is usually blood, death more blood." Anya said.
"Yup! So it's a good thing."
"Oh my god Buffy that guy is totally checking you out!" Willow smiled.
Buffy turned round and saw a dark hair guy with a group of friends smiling at Buffy. Buffy turned back round. "I'm not in the mood for dating."
"Plus she only goes for dead guys." Anya laughed.
Buffy looked at Anya.
"Or maybe not." Anya said scared.
"I just keep thinking he will come back."
"Who will?" Xander said putting the drinks on the table.
"Spike." Anya said.
"Oh. Well he might." Xander said.
"I thought you didn't care?" Buffy said.
"Whatever makes you happy." He smiled.
Buffy sat and stared blankly at the people dancing and thought about what Spike was doing.