AN: Thanks again for the reviews!
Macotee No, I had not realised it, thanks for noticing. I'll do my best to correct it.
Revenge 3
--------------
Spike had woken up the next morning with a terrible head ache.
"Hello Sleepyhead!" A voice suddenly boomed through his jumbled thoughts and he raised his hands quietly as Buffy sat beside him on the bed.
"What's wrong, Spike?" She asked worriedly as she grasped for his hands, trying to get him to open his eyes.
"A headache, love, one of the worst this world has ever known." He proclaimed, forming the words carefully and quietly. He laid back down, but was not allowed to rest as somebody, he presumed it was Buffy, let him swallow a painkiller and a sip of water.
"You just sleep, alright? I'm going out for a while so you can rest."
She kissed him lightly on the forehead and left the room. Spike fell asleep again almost instantly, sinking deeper into the ink black of sleep.
Buffy had agreed to meet Willow and Tara, but she had to tell them now that Spike wasn't able to come with her. They were already waiting for her at the table of the pizza place where they would meet.
"Hey guys! I'm sorry I'm so late, but..."
"No need to be sorry, your boyfriend just got home." Willow answered with a smile as she looked around for a moment. "Speaking of your boyfriend, where is Spike?" She asked.
"He has a lot of trouble with his jetlag, he isn't used to it." Buffy replied with a sigh. She really would rather have him with her at all times, but she knew it wasn't possible.
"Poor baby." Willow answered with a pout before Tara softly laid a hand on her arm. "Will, be nice.. it's not his fault." She said quietly.
"She doesn't mean it in a bad way, Tara." Buffy defended her friend with a smile. The quiet Tara had proven to be exactly what Willow had needed after her breakup with Oz. Spike had wanted to go to his former psychologist to punch him in the face, but the girls had prevented that just in time. Grumbling he had relented, but nobody knew the reason of Oz leaving town up until now.
"Spike is..." Buffy started as she looked up suddenly. On the other side of the street stood a man who looked very familiar. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something in his eyes sparked some recognition in her. "No! It isn't possible." She whispered before standing up so abruptly her chair fell down. The man on the street looked at her for a moment before walking further as if nothing had happened.
"Buffy?" She heard someone ask next to her but she paid no attention. She had to get home, where he couldn't get to her.
Not looking back, she started running towards Rodella Drive, without stopping. It took her a few minutes, but she ran the distance in a record time. As she slammed the front door shut, she slid down it on the other side, crying softly. That was how Spike found her half an hour later.
He had rested and had heard the door, but was surprised Buffy didn't come upstairs. After a few minutes he had just thought it was her mother, but he went to see anyway. Seeing the small crumpled figure at the door, he immediately panicked. When something went wrong, Buffy usually shouted and screamed, kicking at everything, she was never quiet like this.
"Buffy, love? Tell me what's wrong."
"Oh Spike."
It was the only thing she said before she buried her head against his chest as she hugged him fiercely. He answered the hug by putting his arms around her and whispering in her ear. "I'm here, love, not letting you go. Please tell me what is bothering you."
"It's him..." She sniffed after a while. "He's back."
"Who?"
"Angel."
He hadn't heard the name in five years, but it haunted him still. How that man could render a feisty woman like Buffy into a crumbling heap, it was spectacular. "You are wrong, pet, Angel is in jail." He answered her as he stroked her hair, but she pushed against his chest to release her.
"No, he is not! He is here, Spike, I have seen him. He has long hair and dresses differently, but those eyes... I'll never forget them."
"Come on, we'll get you upstairs so you can rest for a while."
"You don't believe me." She said to him accusingly, but he nodded seriously. "I believe you, love, I just want you safe, you know that. Now, let me take care of you and go to bed."
He helped her up the stairs and tucked her in, giving her a quick kiss before running down the stairs and grabbing the phone.
"L.a. County jail."
"Wiliam Carrington here, I have a question about one of your prisoners."
"I am sorry, sir, I can't grant any information about our inhabitants."
"Is Angel Parrings still in custody?"
"I can not give you that information."
"Look mate, he is dangerous! You could at least warn his victim when he is free!"
"I am sorry, sir..."
"Thanks for nothing."
Spike threw the phone in the cradle and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself but not succeeding. If Buffy was right, their world would be turned upside down. "That bastard will not interfere with us again." Spike vowed, looking at the stairs for a moment.
