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PART 5

(It refers to these episodes: from 'What's my line pt2' to 'The beginning pt2')

Buffy headed towards the car, dragging Spike out of it.

-- Lucky for me, he's still unconscious… what if he had seen me while I was dusting those dumb fledglings to make the house free for him? I'm still wondering why I did this favor to him!-- she thought, as she brought him inside the warehouse.

She laid him on the bed, then she took a little bottle of water out from her rucksack, which she opened, flinging the whole content over his face, getting what she wanted.

"What the fu…" Spike snapped, waking up startled.

"I haven't the whole night, and I need you to be awake for what I'm gonna say…" she explained, as he rubbed his face and squeezed his hair, bothered due to the water that was taking away his hair-gel.

"You have time 'till sunrise to sober up and leave town…" she announced, smiling when she noticed his rebel curls, as he took a look around, recognizing the place she had brought him to.

"It's the old warehouse! Just how…"

Suddenly, realization hit him.

"Just tell me you didn't dare to put your claws on my car…" he exclaimed, but not matter all his efforts to get up, he was just too dizzy.

"Calm down, Spike: yes, I drove your car, but I didn't damage it this time.." she reassured him.

"By the way, tell me about the crash, how did it happen?" he asked, sitting up laboriously.

"Well, I was just trying to park my car, but while I was doing the reverse… I accidentally hit yours and didn't know what to do.."

"Oh, my poor baby! It must be terrible…" he commented, concerned.

"Well, it wasn't so tragic after all, I've faced worse things… Anyway, I don't like all this sudden confidence with me from you…" she answered, a little bit puzzled, leaning against the wall, far away from the bed.

"Look, I was talking about my car !" he explained coldly, even if at the very end he was amused by her misunderstanding and now she was embarrassed as ever.

"Oh! The car! Of course, sure…" she repeated, shaking her head.

"Just tell me, Slayer: how can it be that I'm not on the asphalt unconscious, waiting for the sun to burn me?" he wondered.

"Let's just say that I felt guilty, couldn't leave you like that!" she admitted, staring at the floor.

"What? You feeling guilty over me!"

"It seems so…" she answered, without taking her eyes off of the floor.

" You didn't feel guilty when you threw the whole bloody organ on me, and now you feel guilty about my car?"

" First: about the organ episode, you were looking for trouble that day, and trouble is what you found! Anyway, I didn't do it on purpose, and I bet it wasn't pleasant!"

" Yeah, bloody true!" he grumbled, thinking back to those days he had spent on a wheelchair, as Angelus stole Drusilla right in front of him; sure, when that sadistic pervert wasn't too busy trying to turn the Slayer's life into a hell.

After all, that hadn't been a good period for her either.

At least, they sympathized in that, and maybe that sympathy had brought them to their fateful truce.

TBC

Well, since this chapter is really too short, later I'm gonna add the next one , too, are you happy? ;)

I hope you'll still like it