Chapter Three

Buffy stormed into Giles' study and slammed her fist into the desk. Giles looked up, rather perplexed by his slayer's abrupt entrance.

'What is wrong, Buffy?' he asked, removing his glasses.

'Spike's alive.' She scowled. 'All that crap about wishing for something I can't have. Willow found out. Angel fucking lied to me!' She paced the room. Giles stood up.

'Why don't you calm down, Buffy?' He asked, trying to soothe her.

'How about no, Giles?' She moved out of his grasp and pointed to his wallet on the table. 'I never ask for much. I want the money to get to LA. Now. I am not being without him anymore. I'm sick of what is best for me. I'm sick of everyone telling me I'm wrong. So now, I want what I want and I want it now.' Giles nodded and handed her a couple of hundred euros. She nodded and walked out of the room, heading for her own bedroom. She quickly threw some clothes into a suitcase and headed downstairs to the car. Willow caught up with her.

'Buffy.' Her best friend hugged her and smiled. 'Good luck. Give Spike my best okay? It'll work out, I know it.' The witch smiled and Buffy smiled back.

Then the Slayer got into the car and revved the engine, pulling away from the block of flats and heading for the airport. On the way, she used the in car phone to ring Angel. He picked up quickly.

'Hello?' He said, his voice all business like. Buffy grimaced.

'Angel.' She said. His voice got higher.

'Buffy, it's great to hear...' She cut him off.

'Cut the bollocks Angel, I don't care. I'm on my way to Wolfram and Hart and I am not happy with you. You knew he was alive and you didn't tell me.' She was almost snarling at him. She could hear him stuttering on the other end of the phone.

'No, Buffy, I didn't mean it, I just…I forgot.' Lame. She rolled her eyes.

'You fucking forgot? How convenient. You forgot to tell me that the guy I love was alive. I don't suppose it had anything to do with the fact that you are jealous?' She shouted.

'No, no, Buffy don't be stupid.' He said, but she cut him off again.

'I'll be there in a few hours. If I were you, I would book a holiday somewhere you can't be found because I am going to hit you, very hard.' She hung up on him and pushed her foot down. The sooner she was back with Spike, the better she would feel.

Spike looked out over LA, his thoughts once again on Buffy. He kicked at the gravel, muttering to himself. 'Stupid wanker, believing that great poof about everything. Stupid grandsire. I should have known she wouldn't have said that. She would still have cared, she isn't that heartless.' He put his head in his hands and let a single tear fall. He sensed Fred approaching behind him and looked to her.

She smiled genuinely. Spike liked Fred, she was honest and sweet, traits you rarely found in anyone nowadays. She had this gleaming innocence about her that he liked. She put a hand on his shoulder. 'How are you feeling?'

'No better. Where's Captain Forehead?' he asked. 'I hope he's hanging off a bridge somewhere.' He mumbled.

'No. That's why I came up here. He just raced off to the airport. Buffy knows you're alive and she isn't happy with Angel for lying to her. She's on her way here but he's going to try and head her off.' Spike's eyes suddenly filled with hate and he snarled almost before hugging Fred.

'Thank you.' He said, before running towards the roof door and disappearing. Within moments, he had stolen one of Angel's cars and was racing towards LAX.

Buffy walked into the arrival lounge and looked around, lugging her suitcase with her. She frowned, heading for the nearest exit, only to be confronted with Angel. He tried to look happy to see her but she just tried to push him out of the way.

'Buffy, you shouldn't have come all the way here. See I was trying to protect you!' He said, attempting to hug her. Buffy nodded sarcastically.

'Yeah, right, and I'm a completely normal girl. Just get out of my way so I can find him.'

'You won't.' Angel blurted out. 'He's over you. Moved on. He always does Buffy. That's why you shouldn't have come.'

'No. You're lying.' At least she hoped he was. Spike wouldn't really have found anyone else, would he? She looked into Angel's eyes. 'I don't believe you.' She stated. Angel went as if to comfort her.

'I know it's hard but he's Spike. He never hangs around for very long. Thinks with his dick.' The older vampire soothed. Buffy slapped him.

'And you don't?' She said, finding the idea incredulous. He looked taken aback at the slap and the remark. A look of hurt crossed his face. 'That's why you're doing this. You can't stand that fact that I want him and not you. Get the fuck over it Angel.'

'At least I don't spread my legs for someone who isn't worthy of it!' He spat back at her. She punched him. He stood up, noticing that airport security was heading their way. Buffy ignored them, ready to actually kill Angel.

Suddenly she caught sight of a platinum blond head. He was here. He saw Angel and Angel must have sensed him, as he turned and scowled.

'Buffy?' Spike asked, not sure if she was real. She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. She dropped her suitcase and ran to him, embracing him. He held her tight for a moment or two and then let go, turning to Angel and looking him up and down scornfully.

'Wanker. Thinking you can keep us apart. You're pathetic Angelus.' Buffy clung onto his arm as he spoke and Angel hung his head.

'I was just doing what I thought was right.'

Buffy stepped forward and he backed off. 'Angel, get the fuck out of here.' She said and he turned, walking away from them. Buffy turned back to face Spike.

'God, I missed you.'