Disclaimer: I don't own anything, nothing Buffy or Angel wise and I definitely don't own these characters. Joss Whedon does, which sucks. But the point is, I wish I did so I decided to borrow them for a few.
A/N: Yes, an update! I'm sorry it took so long and that it's, well it's short to be honest but the thing is, I finally got over my writer's block so hopefully there will be much more to come As always, please read, enjoy and review. Thanks!
It had been three weeks and four days. And it wasn't like she was counting. It just confused her. Buffy sighed as she looked out the window. Spike hadn't called for over three weeks. Three weeks four days to be exact and it was killing her inside. As she walked from her bedroom into the hall she couldn't help but wince as she heard the familiar sound coming from Dawn's room. She was throwing up again. The chemotherapy wasn't helping much and Dawn had already lost more than half her hair. That was the hardest thing Buffy had to do so far, shave Dawn's head. But to make her feel better, they bought her different wigs. Feeling the tears coming up, her eyes pooling up like dark blue wells Buffy quickly went downstairs. There was only so much more she could take.
Dawn was getting worse.
They never really talked about it much because Joyce was always so busy with things, she was always too exhausted from working at the Gallery and then coming home to take care of Dawn, that she just fell into bed without much more than a single 'goodnight'. Buffy was tired too and it didn't help that everyday she walked through the halls of school, she looked for Spike, but never found him. Everyday just felt like a zombie routine. She didn't talk to anyone, just went from class to her next class. Then drove home to find her sister having the same kind of day, only it got worse for her as she got weaker and it didn't seem like things were getting better.
Hell started three weeks and four days ago. And it wasn't because Spike hadn't called. For the past three weeks, Buffy had known of the fact that Dawn would probably not survive because the cancer had spread. She was determined not to let that happen so had been spending more time with Dawn and researching things and checking with the doctors. The doctors were now more confident because the chemotherapy seemed to have a few good things while there were other procedures that they could try. The only thing that needed to happen was to convince Joyce and tell Dawn about the procedures. If both accepted it, Dawn could be on her way to recovery. But the nail in the coffin, so to speak, for Buffy was the fact that Spike hadn't called. She didn't know what to do anymore. She wanted to talk to him, hear him laugh at her silliness or just look at her with his brow raised. She missed him terribly and was tempted more times than she expected to lift the phone and call him. But then she'd stop herself. He'd been so angry at her that she didn't know if he'd hang up or if he'd want to talk to her. He'd call her.
"Just give him time Buffy." She told herself, "Give him time." Slowly Buffy turned and looked back upstairs as she heard Dawn's door open. Joyce was obviously going to bed, with a sigh, Buffy turned up the stairs and walked back up, slowly walking into Dawn's room. She knew Dawn was asleep, Joyce never left unless she was asleep so Buffy walked quietly towards her bed and climbing on top of the covers, Buffy laid down next to her sister, running her fingers through her hair.
Spike smirked as he walked down the alley. He was sick of this crap, hearing things about Buffy and then not knowing exactly what was going on. He kept watching her, looking out for her. Her and her sister, the niblet. He hadn't heard anything about Dawn and Conner had been out of town for a couple weeks to be out with his family for his sister's graduation from college. He slid a cigarette out of the package as he slipped those back into his pocket. Taking out his silver lighter he looked around and then, looking down he lit his cigarette, taking a long deep drag. It had been three weeks and four days. That's all that kept running through his head.
Three weeks and four days.
That's how long ago he'd tried asking Buffy what the hell was going on and she wouldn't tell him. It was that long since he'd last felt her in his arms. Three weeks and four days since he'd kissed her. Shown his affection for her. It was driving him bloody nuts and he didn't know how much longer he could go without, instead of sitting outside of her house, he'd walk up to her house. He didn't know how much longer it was going to take before he actually dialed the number fully. Taking another long drag he closed his eyes and sighed.
"Bloody hell woman, you're driving me nuts." He growled under his breath. Looking around he sighed as he looked down at his watch. It was past midnight, might as well go home now.
"Three weeks and four days!" Willow exclaimed as she looked towards Xander. She had come to help him study for a chemistry test and just to spend some time with Xander period but the point was she was miserable. Xander sighed and shook his head as he reached into the refrigerator that he kept in his basement room. Looking back towards her he shrugged a little as he sat down next to her.
"Willow. What do you want me to do? I already hit the guy once." Xander winced, remembering the feeling of the follow days after he'd hit Spike in the face, "Look, I'm not looking forward to doing it again, but maybe they just need to have some space." Willow frowned and grabbed Xander's coke from his hand, "Hey!"
"You're not listening and until you do, you're not getting this coke back!" Willow exclaimed. Xander tried talking but she cut him off, "Now, listen. Three weeks and four days. That's how long our bestest friend has been sitting in her house, not talking to us when she goes to school. She's acting all zombie-ish and it's not working! I hate seeing her like this and," Willow paused a moment, "and well you should hate it too!" Xander sighed and leaned back.
"Will, you're not getting this though. Maybe," He frowned, "Maybe Spike just wanted to get away, you know. Get his mind together." Willow shook her head.
"No, I won't believe it. He cares for Buffy! Why would he want this to happen to her! He knows Dawnie's sick, he has to be with Buffy." Xander sighed.
"Will, calm down. What if Spike didn't know?" Willow raised a brow and stared at him, dumbfounded.
"What kind of idea is that? Of course he knew! Conner and Dawn! Hello, he had to know." Willow took in a breath, "Nobody can convince me that he didn't know. I mean he was there when she first started going throu-"Xander cut her off as he kissed her, pulling her by the back of her neck. When he pulled away, Willow looked up towards him as he caressed the side of her face, blatantly out of it. "Wow, w-what'd you do that for?" Xander looked down a moment, sighing as he shook his head.
"Listen, Spike probably did know about Dawn, as a matter of fact, I know he did because we both talked about her."
"You did?" Willow's momentary scowl vanished, "Oh, Xand-"
"Let me finish." He sighed, "But I don't think Buffy told Spike about Dawn getting worse." Her scowl returned. She shook her head.
"No, Buffy would tell him. They were getting so close, Buffy would tell him." Willow started.
"She didn't Will. For whatever reason, she didn't tell him. But the point is, he needs to know or they're not going to talk. And he's not going to listen to me right now." Willow frowned.
"Why not." Xander sighed, shaking his head as he stood up.
"Do I really have to explain why? I had a talk with the guy is all, and we didn't get along too well because of it. That's it. Okay? You're going to have to talk to him Willow, and I'll, I'll talk to Buffy if you really want them to start talking again." Willow smiled and slowly stood up, wrapping her arms around Xander's neck.
"You'd do that for me?" Xander nodded.
"Aw, you're too cute. And not in anyway unmanly cute." She smiled and leaned up, kissing him softly. Xander tightened his hold around her as they kissed, slowly leaning down he kissed along her neck. "Xand?" He looked up.
"Yeah?"
"Spike. What am I supposed to tell him?" Xander smiled slowly and shook his head.
"Whatever you want to Willow, whatever you want."
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