Lol, told you so! Aaanyway. Sorry for the shortness of this, but I'm going out for a bit with some friends, so...

Slightly fluffy and all that. I'm updating soon!

;) Enjoy.

Chapter One- Looks Can Be Decieving.

"Buffy, are you ok?" Willow knocked on the bathroom door-Buffy had been in there for about half an hour.

"No! I'm not here!" Buffy yelled back.

"Please, Buff, open up! Are you sick?"

There was silence.

"Buffy, if you don't open the door I'll...I'll have to blow it open!" Willow said uncertianly. When there was still no reply, she muttered a spell under her breath. There was a loud bang, and the bathroom door disappeared.

"Uh...Oops?" Willow said, going into the bathroom. Buffy was sat on the floor, hugging her knees.

"Hey, Will." Buffy said weakly.

"Sorry about the bathroom door." Willow smiled. "Are you okay, Buff? Your breakfast's getting cold."

Buffy moaned, leaning her head against the wall. "I'm not hungry." She said, closing her eyes.

"Oh." Willow wasn't sure what to say. Buffy's face was grey and she looked awful. "If it's a migrane or something, I found this really good spell that-" She paused. "Hey, Tara."

"Uh...Dawnie's having a little pancake accident downstairs...Can you go and help her out?" Tara's voice was light and even, but it was obvious that she was annoyed. Willow patted Buffy, hugged Tara and went downstairs.

"How are-" Tara began, but Buffy held up a pregnancy test before she could get the words out. "Ohh. You're..." She stopped."These things could be wrong, you know that."

Buffy shook her head.

"This is my third. They all came up with the same..." She paused, looking for the right words."Thing."

"Oh. If you wanted, I could do a spe-"

Buffy shook her head again, more emphatically this time.

"So is it..."She looked around as if there were invisible people, listening. "Spike's?"

"Who else's would it be?" Buffy asked, looking up.

"Does he know? Have you told him?"

"Yeah. He...I hit him."

It had been more than that. She had hit him until his skin had turned purple, she had spat on him and told him that it was all his fault for ruining her life...

"You...h-hit him?"

"I-I don't...Yeah, he was unconscious when I left." She sighed, and blinked back tears. "It's all his fault." She said.

"B-buffy, this could just be a spell that's gone wrong. It might not have anything to do with...with Spike. How could it?"

"Well, we..." Buffy didn't want to say it. "But he's a vampire. Vamps don't have...It's not...alive, is it? And...It's not like I did it because I...Because that's stupid, right? And..." She sniffed. She was trying to reassure herself more than anything at the moment. "You're right, it's probably just some spell gone wrong."

"If...If it is, trust me, there's nothing Will can't sort out." Tara said encouragingly, although she knew that it was most likely not a spell, she wasn't prepared to tell Buffy that. "Do you want to come down? Dawnie's trying to make pancakes."

"N-no...I've...I have to do something first."

It was dark in the crypt. Buffy knocked nervously, and when there was no answer, she opened the door.

"Spike?" She called. There was still no answer. She went inside.

Spike was sprawled on the stone coffin. He looked worse than she remembered. He was still dressed, his arms and legs hanging limply. There was dried blood on his face, and he had a black eye. She walked over to him, frightened. She'd never seen him look more corpse-like. The bruises on his arms were deep purple, and they made her want to scream. Had she really done that to him?

Looks can be decieving.

She opened the plastic bag she had been carrying and produced a cloth from it. She dabbed at his face gently, feeling relieved when he groaned.

He looked better with his face clean, although the purple swelling around his eye remained. Buffy noticed this with a stab of guilt.

"Spike." She whispered. "Spike. I'm sorry. Tara says it's probably just some spell that's gone wrong...I shouldn't have...hurt you. I'm so sorry."

Spike moved so suddenly that he made her jump. He took her hand and groaned.

"Buffy?" He asked. He knew he should be annoyed, should want to rip her head off, but...

Fair's fair. She said sorry, didn't she? He told himself.

"Been trainin', have you, pet? Some bruises I've got here." He said, struggling to sit up.

"I-"

"It's 'kay, luv, I've had worse." He smiled.

She swallowed.

"If I am..." She fell silent, but Spike knew what she meant, so she continued. "I'll need some help with things."

"Anythin' you need, pet. You know I'm here for you, no matter what."