A/N: Um…well what can I say? I love Spike, Buffy's being a big meany, and I'm all bad moody. Never mind. Um, o.k so in this chapter I just wanted to push the storyline a little bit and maybe dumb myself down by staring blankly at a screen for days on end to write…341 words. What! That's all? I suck. Oh, well…read my story anyway!

Disclaimer: Yes, in fact I do own the entire cast of BtVS (except Riley- him I refused), and yes, I do keep Spike in a drawer by my bed. Are you happy now? You've now reminded me of all I lack in life -pouts-. Go away, now. –mumbles under breath…something about stupid Whendon-

Chapter One, Part One

Why Ask Anything?

"Spike…Ask me." Buffy demanded, a look of determination set on her face.

Spike sighed, all hope of-well, hope- gone. "Why couldn't you just leave? I don't want things to happen like this! I'd hoped that I would know- and I do!" he said to no one really except himself.

When Spike finally looked at Buffy she gasped. His eyes seemed to convey such pain, longing, love, but underneath it all sadness and loneliness. All those emotions and yet his eyes seemed so distant, so cold…. and dead. They lacked the mysterious sparkle which they so often reflected. Where Spike's eyes had always been a brilliant shade of ice blue, they now resembled a darker, more faded blue. Overall, he looked hopeless.

"Never mind." Buffy quickly repented, "I don't want to know. Really, I don't.

Spike could tell that she was terrified, of what- he didn't know. But then again, she did ask….

"What is it with you Summers women?" Spike started, realizing his error only after it had left his mouth.

"Women? As in plural?"

'Uh, oh' Spike thought. He could tell by Buffy's posture- an imitation of her mom's famous hand on hips stance- that he was in a bad way.

"Hmm?" Spike said feigning ignorance "What? No, I said 'you Summers woman!' 'Cause I know it's your Summers blood that makes you behave this way… saw it in your mum, I did."

"Spike…" Buffy was not fooled by his schoolboy attempt at innocence, though he does look really cute when he pouts… Bad Buffy! No thoughts of the mean, evil, soulless, vampire!

But, Spike had seen when she'd gotten distracted and decided to change his tactics. "Still, if you wanted to… it may not be someone of your blood, but there could definitely be plural women…."

"What? Ewww! No, not women…. Ewww!"

Spike tried his best to look disappointed and just sighed and sat back down on the sofa. Buffy, having forgotten why she had come in the first place, decided she might as well make her visit useful.

..continued..

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