A/N: Now, I just wrote another chapter of 'Switch' and I started another fiction. Now, here I am, writing another chapter of this fic. It's so fun. Lol. I have no life.

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"Oh my god, Buffy! What happened?" Willow took in Buffy's beaten appearance, rushing to her and taking her things.

Buffy smiled weakly, "Angel doesn't approve of Spike and me…"

"Angel did this?"

Buffy nodded.

"That fu-"

"Wills, its over. Can you just help me patch myself up now?" Buffy cut in, sitting in the chair next to the sinks.

"Okay, here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to go find Faith, and get her to help me get some medical supplies. Thankfully, we have a female nurse, so she can fake a period or something? Raid the med closet?" Willow suggested.

Buffy just nodded dumbly, slowly becoming overwhelmed by the pain.

"Uh… I'll be back shortly…"

With that, Willow rushed out of the girls' bathroom.

Willow rushed down the corridor. What was she going to say to the teachers? What was going to happen to Buffy? Was she going to be okay?

She finally reached Ms Walsh's class, where she could see Faith sticking her gum under her table.

"Hey!" she called to Willow, causing Ms Walsh to shoot her a dirty look. Faith shrugged apologetically, sitting back in her seat.

"Uh… Could I have Faith for the rest of the period, please?" Willow asked. Faith raised and eyebrow in question, smirking and picking up her bag.

"Wait! Faith! Homework. I expect yours tomorrow before school commences. If you forger – again – I will be forced to suspend you," Ms Walsh said.

Faith shrugged, "Yeah, whatever."

They left the classroom quietly. It wasn't until they had gone down the hall and around the corner that Faith got curious as to where they were going.

"Hey, Will. Where we goin'?"

Willow looked over at her, "Buffy's been severely beaten. We have to get some medical supplies. We're going to patch her up."

Faith frowned, "Beaten? Our girl got beaten? By who?"

"Angel."

Buffy sat in the chair, feeling blood dribbling down her cheek. She looked down at her hands which were shaking. Her arms were all scratched by the pavement, and her palms were scraped and stinging.

Her knees looked like they had when she had come home from school at the age of six. Scratched. Bleeding.

She had always been a violent girl. Into sports, beating people up. The whole deal. She hadn't been beaten for years, though. She was always the beater. In L.A, you could never be too careful. The things she wore? Could easily have been mistaken for something else…

She felt like she was going to vomit. There was blood all over her. Her singlet had dirt and blood smudges, her hands had blood, her face was the river-of-blood, running from her cheek bone to her neck, where it was still trickling.

Every time she drew in a breath, she felt a throbbing pain in her ribs. She focused again on her hands, noticing the blood trickling from her knuckles where she had connected fist-to-face.

Finally she noticed the pain in her shoulder, glancing at it and seeing it in the wrong place entirely.

He hadn't even beaten her that badly. She was just prone to cuts and bruises. And in this case, dislocation.

Trying to focus on anything but the pain, she listened and heard a conversation going on in the hall. It was faint, but she could make out some words.

"I don't know. The school received a call. Said we had to go to the Leonard Street crossing… I've just been asked by Mr. Giles to get an ice-pack… I really don't know all the details, Miss. The call was anonymous though… I don't think it's that bigger deal."

Buffy smirked, feeling dry blood crackle and more flow from her nose.

She listened again, but couldn't hear anything. That may have been caused by her slight slipping of consciousness, but who really knew.

"Buffy?"

Her eyelids fluttered slightly.

"Summers, please wake up? I need to know your okay."

She opened her eyes, waiting a moment for her vision to come back. She saw his hair first. Through all the blur, she could have noticed that colour anywhere.

"Spike?" she asked.

"Yeah, pet. S'Me. Had to check on you. Bird's bathroom ain't gonna stop me."

She smiled slightly, feeling the blood and remembering the past hour.

"What happened? I saw Angel…" he asked gently, lifting her off the ground that she had fallen onto during her conscious-slip.

Buffy groaned and he sat her down and she leaned forward. She sat back quickly and inhaled sharply. This really wasn't her day.

"Buffy? What happened?"

She looked up and into his beautiful blue eyes, "Nothing. I just insulted his…" she scanned her memory, trying to remember if he had a sister or a pet or bad handwriting or something. Spike looked at her expectantly, "Penis," she choked out. Lying through her teeth.

Spike's eyes widened. "A-And he beat you up?"

She drew in a breath, cutting it short when pain filled her once again.

"Buffy, we've got… Spike… hi… Buffy just tripped over. She'll be fine. Bye…" Willow rushed, pushing him towards the door where he span around and glared at her.

"Listen, Red. I don't appreciate it when someone I… care for gets hurt or beaten. I'd prefer to stay…" Spike muttered to Willow, looking from Buffy to Faith to Willow and raising his eyebrows.

Willow nodded, backing down and walking back over to Buffy. Buffy finally noticed the bag she was carrying. The bag full to the brim of medical supplies.

Buffy smiled softly and watched and she emptied the contents onto the counter-top. Spike walked over to the door, shutting it and sliding a lock into place. Just in time, because it was seconds later that someone came and ran into the door, obviously expecting it to just fly open.

"Sorry, cleaning," Faith called in an accent.

The person outside swore loudly before their footsteps were heard leaving.

"Thank you…" Buffy said to Faith weakly and Faith looked over and smiled.

"Let's patch you up then, hey?" Willow said brightly, finalizing her sorting of the medical supplies.

"Could I possibly…" Spike nodded at the supplies, privately asking her permission to fix her up. She nodded her consent and watched as he made his way over to her.

She heard Faith and Willow sigh in unison. A note of frustration clear. She looked to them to see that they had gone over to the other seats and sat themselves down, talking quietly.

Spike was by her side in no time, picking her up and placing her on the bench next to the medical equipment. She pressed her back up against the mirror and let out a shaky breath as pain shot through her. She watched him looking at everything then glance back up at her.

His eyes traveled to her dislocated shoulder and he shook his head gently. "What are we going to do about that?"

She took in another deep breath and looked at him. "Put your arm here…" she took his hand and placed it on her sore shoulder, "Stay… stiff." She placed her other arm on his adjacent shoulder, "Now… push. Hard."

Spike frowned at her.

"Just do it."

He nodded, "One… Two…" Without even waiting for three, she tightened her grip on his arm, and he pushed. A clicking noise echoed through the bathroom, and Willow drew in a horrified gasp. Buffy let out a meek cry, feeling vomit rise in her throat at the pain.

As soon as it had gone away, it was taken over by the stinging sensation iodine brought with it. She felt it dabbed onto her scraped knees, and it stung like hell.

She heard him whisper a barely recognizable apology as he pressed his lips to her left knee then covered it in a band-aid. He did the same to her right then moved up to her arms. Wetting a cloth slightly, he dabbed at the scratches, wiping away the blood. He reached her knuckles, which had drying blood from where they had opened from when she had punched Angel.

He looked at them almost sorrowfully, kissing each individual cut on her hand. In the end, his mouth had her blood smeared on it, but he didn't seem to care. He was too rapped up by bandaging her hand.

As soon as he finished, he wiped the blood from her nose onto his shirt, and the river of blood which was now trickling down her right side. Spike looked taken aback by the gash, momentarily. He soon recovered and grabbed the damp cloth, mopping up the blood.

Within the next few silent minutes, Spike had bandages, ointments, gauze padsand aspirin fixing her up. She smiled at him, her lip wobbling as she threatened to cry.

"Buffy…" his head tilted, and she looked up at him, aching all over.

"Thank you, Spike," she whispered, gently kissing him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Willow whispered something to Faith who nodded, and they both got up, "Buffy, we have to get to class. Please call us if you need anything… And you," Faith looked at Spike, "Take care of her."

Spike nodded sincerely. "Forever."

A/N: I always end my chapters sappily. It's a thing. But anyway. Please review, and tell me what you think – oh. Suggestions are warmly welcomed, and for those who have suggested I will definitely use your ideas… in a little while.

Those songs are all great – I'll use them! I promise!

Thank you again!