A/N: Hey you guys. I am so glad that I got reviews for this. Okay so this is the next chapter and I am really proud of it. I think I write better on my dad's computer because it like fixes things for me and stuff. Anyway I hope that you enjoy. There's a bit of Spike's past in here and it might be a little bit upsetting. It doesn't go into details or anything so you should be all right. Love ya'll.

Chapter 3-

Buffy was upset to say the least, when she woke up in the arms of Tommy. Thoughts of their night together, well day together, flashed in her mind and she knew instantly the affect that this would have on everyone. How could she be trusted now that she had slept with one of her friend's boyfriend? After all that she had been through, after all that Spike had put her through, she had just done the same thing to Haden. And what was worse, what made it all the more upsetting, was that she didn't feel bad about it. Sure she could think about all the things that she should feel bad about, sure she could pretend that to her it mattered. But it didn't, not really. Maybe somewhere deep inside she felt bad, but on the surface she really didn't. She had always had a crush on Tommy, knew very well that he had always had something for her. It felt good to be with him, as if he was the same as Spike. But that, she knew, was all the only reason that he was there with her. It was the only reason that she had let him go as far as they did. He was Spike, just altered here and there. That was what it was. He was rocker; he had the bad boy attitude and the bad boy life style. But Tommy was different in that he told the truth. He never lied and he never hid. Buffy could only wonder what they would tell everyone else, she could only wonder where this would lead.

Spike's thoughts weren't exactly processed before he walked to her house. Sure there was nothing that he could say that would convince her that he loved her. No he had to do something. He had to show her that he could be a better man, even if it meant giving up the career and the life that he always wanted. Because without Buffy, it didn't matter.

Flashback-

It was raining when he came into town. That made the whole thought of moving horrid. But the town, it was small and dank, unlike the haven that he had come from. Spike Masters was a rock star with a horrible life. Or at least, that's what he wanted to be. A rock star, jamming on stage to his own songs, having millions of people adore you, and never even caring was the almost perfect life for him. If his dream hadn't of come from where it did.

Spike had always been into rock, from the minute he could tell the difference. Motley Crue, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Ozzy, Def Leppard, and, Guns and Roses where his idols. But his love of music and the lifestyle had another purpose, a darker one.

Spike's life was not something to write about, or if it was it would make you cringe. William Master was his born name. Spike's mother was a heroin addict, who pawned everything they ever got to pay for her habit. Spike never even knew his father, and he was pretty sure that his father didn't know about him or that he didn't care. When Spike was eight, his mother's dealer showed up at their house and took everything that belonged to them. Two months later, after living in a baron apartment, the dealer returned. He shot and killed Spike's mother, while Spike hid in a closet.

At eight Spike found himself alone and no where to go. He slept in the apartment until the landlord found him and kicked him out. On the streets Spike learned to be tough and to be heartless. He never did drugs, he never drank, and he never cared. He lived on the streets, going from one place to another, until he was twelve. When he was twelve he got a job at a local record store. After working for sometime, the owner offered him the apartment above the store on the conditions that Spike never spoke a word about the stuff that he saw going on after hours. After mouths of seeing and hearing women being raped, beaten, and killed, Spike couldn't take it anymore. He kindly thanked the owner of the store and walked away, more heartless then he had ever been. He move on and got a job at a local grocery store, stocking selves and unpacking. Again an owner took pity on him and offered to help him get an apartment.

The apartment that Spike got was not in a great neighborhood and it wasn't exactly the healthiest place to live. But it was close to work and it was better than the streets. Every night he went home and tried to sleep over the gun shots on the street, the neighbor who beat his wife, and the sirens that came to late.

Spike lived in that apartment until he was sixteen and the grocery store closed down. By that time he could drive, he had saved up a good amount of money, and had enough street credit to know that he needed someone. Spike drove around until he found the nearest hospital to his old apartment with his mother. He walked in and straight up to the front desk. A nice clerk with blonde hair was sitting there, filling out some papers. She looked up at Spike and her eyes suddenly filled with tears, the way most people did when they looked at him. Spike spoke up. "I need to know who my father is." He said.

The nurse looked at him with a little shock. But then it passed. "Were you born here?" She asked.

"I don't know." Spike said, admitting that he was alone.

Yet the nurse had to ask. "Where is your mother?"

"She died when I was eight. I've been on my own since then." Spike said.

The nurses eyes filled with tears again and she had to excuse herself to regain composer. When she returned she smiled. "What's your name?"

"William Masters." Spike said, hoping that the nurse could help him.

She typed his name into her computer and then patiently waited while it loaded. A screen popped up and Spike braced himself for what she had to say. "William Masters was born to Hilary Masters. Father… oh dear." The nurse said. She turned to look at Spike. "Father is unknown. I'm so sorry. It there anything I can do for you?"

"Tell me how to get a father." Spike said, taking the help of someone for the first time in forever.

After spending two years in an adoption agency, Spike left abruptly. At eighteen Spike was fueled by hatred, fury, and vengeance. He returned to his old neighborhood to track down the dealer that killed his mother and the record store owner who killed and raped all those women. He knew better than to kill them his self, so he helped the police. Once everything from his past had been squared away, Spike left L.A. There was nothing for him there.

He wasn't 100 sure why he chose Sunnydale, California. Maybe he thought that he could have a better life in a small town. Sunnydale was such a difference from L.A. that Spike almost turned back. Almost that was, until he saw her. She was a beautiful blonde, sitting on a street corner crying. She was short, had long blonde hair, and an amazing body. Spike parked the car on the other side of the street and just watched her. Women in L.A., or at least where he was from, where the kind of women that you could get a disease from by just thinking about them. Spike had never had any interest in any woman. But this one, she was so beautiful that he almost got out to talk to her. Until, that is, the man should up. He was large but Spike could tell he was dumb. He must have been the reason for the girl to be crying, because they began to fight on the street. Spike couldn't watch anymore before looking strange, so he put his car in gear and drove to his new home.

Spike had gone to see the nurse that helped him out so long ago, before he left for good. He took her to dinner and told her of his plans to find a house in a small town. She was so proud that he had 'risen' above his horrible life that she gave him two thousand dollars to help him. That was what he had used to put a down payment on the house. It was a normal house in a normal neighbor hood. It had only two bedrooms, more than enough space. Spike had managed to gather quite an amount of junk at the adoption agency, all of which he left behind. He only cared tow things with him, a picture of his mother in a frame and his birth certificate so that he always could remember that he was real.

When he walked into the house, it was quite different then he had imagined. First he had though that it would be empty, instead it was furnished with couches, chairs, pillows, pictures. It looked like the home shopping network had done one of those remaking shows in his house. Spike was stunned to say the least and was quite happy, for the first time in so long. He walked over to the table where there was a plain white envelope. He opened it. "HEY! This is my little house warming gift to you. My name is Buffy Summers and I live next door. A friend of my mothers, some nurse from L.A. told her that you were moving here and that you didn't exactly have everything you needed. So I decided to work a few extra shifts and help pay to make this place wonderful. I did all the rooms and stuff… well okay I hired a decorator to do. I tried to make it like a guy's place but I think some of my girly influences came out in the end. Anyway I hope that you enjoy your house." Spike smiled to himself and put the note down to tour his room.

He had to have a job. He walked downstairs in his normal leather duster and pants, his black wife beater living little to the imagination. Spike had a great body, he knew he did. Life on the streets had made him strong. But underneath the bad boy exterior was a lost little child, all alone. Spike was sick of being alone. He walked into the kitchen, realized that he hadn't bough food, and almost gave up. But the note that Buffy had left was still on the table. He walked over to the fridge and opened it. It was filled with food. 'I wonder who that girl is.' Spike said to himself. Just as he thought about her, the doorbell rang. He walked over to the front door and opened it. Standing on his porch, in his door way, was the blonde girl that he had seen on the street. She smiled at him and extended her hand. "Hi I'm Buffy!" She said in a cheery voice. She had to have been about seventeen and was a little cheerful for Spike's taste. But she was pretty and, by the house, she could tell that he was nice.

"Hi." He said, moving over so she could come in. She walked into the house. "It turned out good."

"Yea thanks. Ya didn't have to this for me."

"No. But it was a great project and I had fun." She said while falling down on the couch. "Were you going somewhere?" She asked.

"To get a job." He said, sitting on a chair.

"That's good. Don't you go to school though?"

"I'm eighteen." He didn't want to tell her that he had never been to school.

"Oh." She said. "I'm seventeen, I don't gradate until May."

"That's only in a month love." He said.

"I know. I can't wait." Buffy said with a smile. "Hey you never told me your name."

"Spike." He said.

"What kind of name is Spike?"

"What kind of name is Buffy?" Spike said in return.

Buffy smiled and then shrugged. "Ask my parents." Buffy said. Spike smiled. She was cute and funny. He was instantly attracted to her. "Well I have to go. Last month of school and all." She said, bouncing off the couch and over to the door. She opened it and smiled. "Bye."

"You want a ride?" Spike asked her.

"That's would be great." Buffy said.

End Flashback

"Buffy?" Spike yelled into the empty house. Willow had told him that she, Dawn, and Tara had all gone to some show and they wouldn't be back until the next day. After leaving Willow, Spike went home and then realized that he should go over late at night to see her. That way then Haden wouldn't be there and she would really have to talk to him. "Buffy?" Spike said walking up the stairs.

When Buffy heard him yell her name, she jumped up from the bed. Buffy walked over and got her robe, put it on and walked out, closing the door behind her. Half way up the steps was Spike. "Buffy." He said slowly, as if trying to remember what he had come there to say.

"What?" She said in a harsh tone, walking down the steps and having him follow her. She walked into the kitchen to make hot chocolate.

"I wanted to talk to you. I had to see you."

"You've already said this before. Doesn't change anything." She said her voice dripping with anger as a serpent's tongue would with venom.

"But Buffy she meant nothing to me. I love you."

"What's love?" Buffy said turning to face him. 'I thought I knew once. I thought that love was all about wanting to be there for that person, to be the one good thing they had ever truly had. I thought that love could survive anything that you threw at it. I thought that I loved you."

"Buffy…" Spike said in a low voice.

"But I was wrong." She said, cutting him off. "You didn't even go two months before you were with her. We were engaged, not dating or even just realizing that we were in love. I was with you for so long Spike and this was my reward. To see you in bed with another woman only two months after you left me."

"Buffy?" Tommy's sleepy voice said. Buffy stood there as Tommy walked into the room in his boxers. Tommy looked up, saw Spike there, and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Tommy?" Spike said.

Buffy could hear the anger that was rising up in Spike's voice. She could see him tense up, could feel him getting angry. If nothing else, she had come to understand what made Spike angry and how to avoid it. "Spike look at me.

Spike turned his head to look at her, but the anger wouldn't go away. "How dare you?" He yelled. "How dare you preach that you don't know what love is and that what I did was wrong? He was my best friend."

Buffy shook with fright at the sound of Spike's voice. She knew where he was from, what he had been through, and what kind of person that had made him. "Spike it was… it's different."

"How? I don't love you any less then you did when I had that groupie. And she meant nothing to me. You can't say that he means nothing to you."

Buffy was quiet for a few minutes. Then she spoke up. "You are right." Buffy said to him. "Tommy means more to me than any groupie ever would. Hell he means more to me then Haden does. And you are right; it's the same thing that you did to me if not worse. The difference is that we were together when you cheated. I'm only cheating on Haden, not you!" The tone in her voice was indication enough that she had been through pain. And Spike knew that he had brought that to her. When he had first met her, she was a happy girl. Then they started dating and the life of walls and lies that he had worked so hard to build, crashed. And they left standing in the debris. But they rebuilt something that could share together. Where her wall crumbled a year ago, his still stood. Even though Tommy had slept with her. Spike said nothing else; he just walked out of the house.

He was mad, he was upset, and he was hurt. But he would always love her and he would always be ready to take her back. And Tommy would always be his best friend and band mate. Not just cause he was the only decent drummer in California. Spike had spent most of his childhood by himself. He had built walls up so that he would never have to see some get hurt like his mother did. But once he had let those walls down, he knew that there was no way to close them. He would forgive them both. He just wished he could say that same about Buffy.

Later that night, after walking aimlessly around, Spike returned to his house. Still located next to Buffy's he dared to peek through her house. She was sitting there with Tommy, the two trying to decided what to do. Spike didn't want to see anymore, so he walked back over to his house. He opened the front door and walked in. No sooner had he placed his keys down did the doorbell ring. He ran over and opened the door. "Buffy." He said hopefully. His smile faded when he saw a man standing there. "Can I help ya?" He asked.

"Yes. I'd like to know if you are William Master, son of Hilary Masters."

"Yea." Spike said. "Who wants to know?"

"I do. My name is Rupert Giles, and I believe that I am your father."