Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.44

Walking Through Walls

All other info still remains in the first chapter

He slips through the wall behind her, and can't help but to smile at the sight in front of him. She stands with her back to him, in front of the full-length mirror. Her hair is a freshly, blown dry, mass of golden light. She picks up a brush and slowly runs it through the slightly damp tendrils. The hair, now untangled, she brushes it into a ponytail and wraps an elastic band around it.

"Well, I see you're up and about, Luv." He finally says, making her jump at the sudden noise of his voice in the completely silent bathroom.

Buffy spins around after her heart quits throbbing in her chest. She plants a smile on her face. "Spike, you do know that this is the women's showers," she retorts. Her hands find a perch on her hips, and she glares at him. "Which means that men aren't allowed in here."

Spike just smiles and takes the few steps separating them. He stands directly in front of her. "Well guess it's a good thing that I'm not a man," he snarks and sucks in an unneeded breath. "Was just wondering where my girl had run off to." He lets out the breath and smirks, looking over to the shower stalls on his right. "Went to the room, couldn't find you." She sees the worry in his eyes, but doesn't mention it. "The Nibblet wasn't there either," he exclaims, gazing into her eyes. "Got a bit worried."

She can't help but smile at his concern and reaches a hand up to caress his cheek, but the hand just slips right through. She frowns, as she watches her hand pass, without resistance, through the side of his face and out the other. Anger rises, as he watches her face. He sees it in her eyes and the stiffened stance she takes at the sleight, and then disappointment becomes more evident as he watches on.

Buffy's eyes find his, and the blue orbs reflect the same disappointment she's feeling. She sighs, "We really need to find a way to fix you." as her shoulders fall in defeat. Her head falls to her chest, and then she looks back at him. He sees the steely glint of slayer determination in her eyes.

Spike cocks his head slightly to the left, his brow furrowing in askance.

"Come on," she suddenly says, as she strides over to the door and flings it open. Spike turns with a silent swish of his duster, as he follows her lead.

"What are we doin', Pet?" he asks, as she slows down enough for him to step up to her side.

"We're going to talk with Angel, and see how we can fix your incorporeal ass," she states vehemently. She whips her hand out to slide it through his middle. "It's getting old not being able to touch you. I'm sure that Angel could help out in the matter if only he'll put his stupid jealousy act away and try to help. Also, three weeks of not being able to kiss you...Let me just say, it sucks." She picks up her pace and strides off in her renewed anger.

Spike listens to her little explanation, and gets a bit miffed at the casual movement of her hand going through his abdomen. "Hey now! Just 'cause I'm all ghosty doesn't mean you can just go around stickin' stuff in me, all Willy nilly," he exclaims, as he stomps after her.

"Why not? If I was in your condition you'd be sticking it to me all of the time." She smirks in a devilish way, as she glances back at him. "I always thought that turn about was fair play." She giggles at his dumbfounded expression, and starts to walk even faster. She leaves him standing in stunned silence in the middle of the hall.

Slipping in a door down the hall, he hears Buffy giggle again. He slowly shakes his head, mumbles something, smiles fondly, and takes off after her.

As he slips through the same door that Buffy had entered a few moments later, he sees a flash of bright, blonde hair enter the elevator. He speeds his steps. "Buffy," he shouts, while watching as the doors close behind her. "Damned Bint," he grumbles and starts running, hoping that he makes it before the lift is completely out of reach. He just makes it through the doors and into the car, as the thing starts to lift.

Buffy stands in awe, her eyes as big as saucers and mouth hanging slack. "That was cool."

"You're a silly, crazy bint. Do you know that?"

They glance at each other. Buffy sputters a bit, and starts to laugh. Spike rolls his eyes at her and smiles.

Buffy suddenly straightens up; as she thinks about the reason she's in the elevator in the first place. She plants the look of grim righteousness back on her face. Spike startles slightly at the sudden change in her demeanor.

The doors open; and she's out of it as if she were on fire, leaving him in her dust. He stares after her.

The doors close in his face. He shakes his head and slides back through the door, stomping silently across the linoleum of the lobby. He goes in the direction that he knows she's headed. After all, he'd just been there not too long ago.

As he nears the door that Buffy had just flung open and determinedly walked through, the blonde at the desk outside of Angel's office looks up and smiles excitedly at him. "Oh, bollocks."

He tries to make a mad dash for the office door, but Harmony is faster than he remembers. She gets to him first. "Spikey?" The voice grates on his nerves, as it squeals out his name. It doesn't help that it hurts his ears, either. He knows he'll regret it as soon as he says it. "Harm." (God I just can't keep my mouth shut can I?), he berates his self. He sticks his hands deep in his pockets to keep from hitting himself upside the head for his stupidity. He should've ignored the stupid bint. He lets his eyes drift up to the blue eyes of the vampire now standing in front of him with a wide smile on her face.

Harmony bounces on the balls of her feet. Her demeanor changes to a look of derision, as she plants her hands on her hips. "You're still following Buffy around like a little puppy, aren't you," she huffs out. It's her Blondie bear, right down to the slayer fixation, and it infuriates her.

Spike rolls his eyes and shakes his head. (Still the same Harm, still the biggest, airhead on the planet.) He thinks to himself. "Yeah, you silly bint." His head lowers as he starts to grin. (This ought to get her knickers in a bunch.) His grin becomes a smile as he looks back up at her. "She's my girl," he growls the last word out, with satisfaction. He sees the horror cross the other blonde's face.

"OH, MY GOD," she says as she stomps her foot. "I can't believe this." She lets out a frustrated sigh. "That's ju-just...UG!" She shivers visibly and tromps off, throwing an evil glare over her shoulder at him, showing him just how disgusted with him she really is.

He chuckles, as he raises an eyebrow at her, and then turns and continues his trek in Buffy's footsteps.

Harmony watches as he saunters away with a cocky stride, and hands stuffed deeply into his duster. She huffs, and turns a unicorn back around to the right position on her desk.

(You guys wouldn't believe the hell I've gone through trying to get this up. First I sent it for betaing, and the site said that it wasn't a document. Then the computer completely crashed, and I didn't have Internet for god only knows how long. Plus, the working of two jobs doesn't help matters any. Anyway, I hope people are still reading this. I got a whole lot of writing done while all of this stuff was happening, and I hope to have this finished soon.)