Author's note: Everyone, i made a bit of a mistake on the last chapter, the real chapter nine is now posted so please read that before you move on to this, okay? This chapter doesn't have much to do with the city their in so i won't mention it. also the results for the last 'Choose Their Own Adventure' are posted in the last chapter. thanks all, and many apologies for the mix up.

Chapter X – Switzerland: The Hills Were Alive and Are Now Undead

Spike woke early and did his best not to wake the slayer as he crept out of their bed. He had long since stopped asking himself why he takes such care not to wake her up.

The stubborn part of him insisted that he liked the quiet time by himself, with a rather large emphasis on the word QUIET. He told himself that he was sick of her voice, but even in his head the excuse seemed as hollow and obvious as he was being.

The other part, well, he tried not to listen to that part. He was comfortable in the routine they had found; he wasn't ready to change it now.

Besides, the eye bags were fading under her eyes, and the luster in her hair was returning, he didn't wasn't to be the one to slow his slayer's healing process.

Bloody hell.

He did not just say that she was HIS slayer. No he didn't. It's forgotten.

Yes.

Anyway.

He was content with the ways things were, for once he was rather close to-never mind.

Thoughts must stop.

Concluding that it was no longer safe in his mind, Spike realized that he needed to do something. So he slipped on a pair of cloth drawstring pants and set out to entertain himself and distract his brain from his slayer.

The bint was not to be ignored even in his own head. He remembered that she was the one who had gotten him these pants when she had found out that he had been sleeping in his jeans-something he had started on this trip, before this he slept naked.

He hadn't mentioned it to her but she just seemed to know somehow and got them for him, did something to rectify the situation. The bitch was actually trying to be thoughtful and in the process she was confusing the hell out of him and making him want to do the same. Add that onto the protective feelings he was having about her and he was one unhappy and unsettled vamp. Only he wasn't unhappy.

And therein lay the problem.

And they say HE'S evil.

Of course, nowadays, he was pretty sure he would barely use the pants, would don them only when he answered the door for room service if they were staying at a swanky place. Last night both he and Buffy slept raw.

She had surprised him about that.

That day on the balcony, she had set him off with the 'beneath her comment' but he had managed to rectify the situation only to have it spin away from him again. When he had pinned her, tremulous and vulnerable, her golden glow emphasized by the sunlight, he just couldn't stop himself, and she hadn't stopped him.

And that was that.

Barely any other thought had permeated his mind since. It was too filled with the fact that he had just bagged another slayer.

Sort of.

When he had first left Sunnydale with her, he thought they were just leaving together for mutual comfort, both of them leaving memories and old lives behind. After a while, however, Spike began catching himself doing little things for her, like opening the window when he smoked so that she wouldn't smell it.

Speaking of which,

He reached into his duster and pulled out a fag and his lighter, the act of opening the window was so automatic that he didn't even realize that he did it. So he closed it, slayer be damned!

He lit the cigarette and took a long healing drag.

And opened the window again.

Bitch.

He glanced at the ring on his finger.

The Gem of Amarra.

Doyle had come through for him.

The Gem of Amarra was the Holy grail of vampires, and Spike had been after it for half a century.

He was still surprised that she hadn't objected much; in fact she didn't quite understand the repercussions of having it. Although, she was rather distracted the last time it had been in use.

There was a sudden noise from Buffy and she stretched like a contented cat. She paused for only the barest of moments before sliding out of bed and sidling up to him.

He couldn't help the look of awe to see her golden body; she had shed some of the inhibitions she had about being naked around him. She found one of his black button down shirts and slipped it on before settling on his lap, threading her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his.

The intimacy was new but not wholly unexpected.

"I like those pants better when they're strewn across the floor." She said innocently.

Spike smiled.

For a second, he thought they were moving too fast, they had once been enemies turned allies turned something else and they were both still healing from killing their loved ones. They were in a foreign country and they didn't even like each other that much- all of this occurred to him and then he realized that he had a naked Buffy on his lap, smiling her innocent smile and all of his thought boiled down to one.

Shag now, think later.

Author's note: I already know what's going to happen in the next few chapters, but anyway, This Choosing thing is funas much for me as i'm sure it is for you.

so pick a European city!

a) Oslo, Norway b)Stokholm, Swedenc) Prague, Czech rep OR d) Amsterdam, Holland

(i want Buffy to as out of her element as totally possible. so pick the one furthest from Sunny California. :D)