Disclaimers: All the characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon.

Chapter twelve: Warning.

The fear was written all over his face. She had never known him to be this frantic before. The instant he had told her that Spike had gone missing she instantly started to panic herself. She didn't know why though. It wasn't like they were the best of friends but something deep down inside of her pulled and made her feel unnerved. Buffy had told Giles to go home and that she would walk the street until her feet were covered in blisters if she had to just to find him. How could he be so selfish? Doesn't he ever think of anyone else? Questions that plagued her mind as she travelled through town.

Woods. Thick, tree-covered woods and he was standing in the middle of nowhere. Trash can. Inside were pictures of him and Dru, some of him, Dru and Angel on a beach. A teddy bear that she had gotten him for valentines day. Spike looked into the can and frowned as he picked up the petrol can, dosing the contents in petrol. The match was struck and he tossed it in. Staring. That was all he did was stare at the fire and smoke. Buffy was heading towards the woods when she saw the smoke so she headed off in the direction, not knowing what she would find. She slowed down as the fire and Spike came into view. Jaw slightly dropped and lips parted. She watched him from the distance for a little bit and then went towards him. He seemed to be in a trance by the flickers of orange flames and didn't know she was there until she spoke.

"Spike, what the hell are you doing?!?!" she exclaimed

"None of your business," came his shaky, yet quiet reply.

He refused to turn his head towards and kept his eyes focused on the flames. This annoyed Buffy and she frowned and wrinkled her nose up as she peeked into the can. She sighed and tried to look at his face. Were those tears on his cheeks? The big, bad Spike was crying? Buffy gently placed her hand on his arm and spoke

"Look at me,"

Spike swiftly turned his head toward her, nostrils flared and his face WAS stained with tears. Another twinge. For some reason seeing him like this made her feel so sorry for him. No not sorry, have an awful lot of empathy for him. She saw the anger, hurt, pain and tears swimming in his eyes and she felt the tears prickling in her own eyes but pushed them back inside.

"Why won't you just SOD OFF!" he shouted at her, pushing her hand off of his arm. He began to walk away from her but she ran in front of him. Now her nostrils were flared. God who cares if he is upset no need to be rude she thought.

"What is your problem?...you know your dad is worried sick because he thinks something has happened to you, why have you got to be so pigheaded?"

Spike chuckled and shook his head.

"My problem? My problem is this...my GIRLFRIEND and BEST FRIEND have been shagging behind my bloody back all summer and yours truly had no idea...How could they? I love her so much and-and he was my best friend,she said that I was in love with sunshine! I mean do I have something wrong with me?" Spike asked the blonde girl in front of him, tears falling down onto his cheekbone as he broke down, slightly. Buffy regretted what she thought early on. She knew about this and she didn't tell him and now he was pouring out his feeling. Buffy frowned and looked at him. She felt herself being pulled closer to him. He was looking away from her now. Scared. Alone. Betrayed.

"There is nothing wrong with you...Hey, look at me," she willed and he turned to see her eyes looking at him filled with sorrow.

"We've had our differences in the past I'll admit that but what they did to you...it's just plain wrong and there is no way on this earth that you deserve ANY of that...if anyone is in the wrong then it's them, not you,"

She spoke so softly that it startled him. Buffy smiled softly and wiped away a stray tear from his cheek, letting her fingers linger a bit on his cheek. He furrowed his brows and she pulled them away

"Is he mad at me?"

"Not mad, it's more like a worried out of his mind/pissed off sort of thing...more the first one," she explained

"Oh,"

"We should get back before his head explodes,"

He smiled slightly at her comment and nodded his head. She smiled back.

The watcher was sat on the sofa, glass of whiskey in hand. He was on edge. What if someone had hurt him? His hand was shaking. His gripped the glass so much that it ended up smashing into little pieces, cutting his hand. Giles shook his head and removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he made his way to the bathroom. He winced as he used tweezers to get the shards out. Blood. William was his only flesh and blood and he was terrified of losing him. He knew that sometimes he pushed him to the limits but others he was so attentive and genuine that he was like Jekyll and Hyde. Two completely different people. He was just finishing bandaging his hand up when he heard the door open. Giles rushed to the living room. Relief washed over him as he saw his son standing there. The relief quickly changed to anger.

"Where the hell have you been? Have you any idea what you have put me through?," he said in rage and Buffy glanced at her watcher.

"Giles..." she warned

"No Buffy, he could have been in a ditch for all I knew...do you not think of anyone besides yourself!"

That had done it. Spike pushed past his dad, into his room and slammed the door. Not saying a word to his father. The slayer was glaring at Giles now.

"Well done Giles, you're really going to find out what's wrong like that," Buffy said, dripping with sarcasm.

Giles sighed and rubbed his temple this time.

"I am sorry Buffy, but how else do you expect me to react? How do you expect me to be?"

She shook her head in the negative.

"This is not about me...it's about Spike and right now he needs his father not someone who is going to punish and judge him...Giles he needs you to listen to him, god talk to him," Buffy exasparated and he frowned at her.

Something was evidently bothering Spike. He had never seen his son like this.

"Has he said anything to you?"

"Something to do with Drusilla...look just go talk to him, he needs you,"

Giles nodded his head and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you,"

"It's no problem...I hate seeing anyone like this, no matter how big a pain in the arse they are (glances at the clock, eyes widen) Oh god I have to go...see you Monday Giles!"

Saturday night, in the Giles household. Giles had attempted to talk to Spike last night, with no results. He sat outside his room for three hours before Spike came out. Drained of all emotions, tired. At least he had stopped crying. They sat and talked for a further hour or so. Spike had explained how Drusilla and Angel were having an affair behind his back. He explained how useless and betrayed he felt and how she had told him that she loved him but he didn't love her, that he loved sunshine. This baffled his father. He knew the girl was crackers but not that crackers. He had expressed his sympathy. He also tried to explain that he would find someone else that was worth his love but Spike was having none of it. He screamed and shouted that there would be no one else, that he loved Drusilla. And again he insisted that he would. Well, he was having none of it. He stormed back into his room and locked himself away. Now it was 8 PM and he only came out for toilet trips and food. Giles was increasingly worried but knew, that with time that his pain would be eased. The peroxide blonde came out of his room and grabbed his coat.

"I'm going out," he said before leaving the house.

Oz sat in the bronze with Devon and Mike from his band. They had the night off from performing in the club and decided they needed some R 'N' R. He heard Harmony and Cordelia talking about Dru and Angel. He fought the urge to go find that creep and punch his lights out. Oz spotted his best mate entering the club and going towards the bar.

"Hey, um I'm just gonna go see Spike,"

"That's cool Oz, check ya later, dude" Devon said

Mike waved to the strawberry blonde and Oz made his way over to Spike. He patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey man, sorry to hear about Dru," Oz expressed his empathy

"Don't be," Spike replied, absent mindedly

He just wanted to forget all about that bint. No matter what he did the image of them making out came popping back into his mind. Spike took his drink and went to the table were Mike and devon were sitting. Oz in toe. Both teens greeted the blonde and relaxed into their seats.

"What a bitch, eh? Cheating on you with your best mate, must cut deep," Mike commented. Spike was going to blow. Why wouldn't everyone just shut up about it! First Buffy, then his dad, then Oz and now Devon and Mike. He loved her but she couldn't of loved him otherwise she wouldn't of done what she did. He let out a slight chuckle.

"if I had a soddin' dollar for every person that had said that to me then i'd be a millionarie...they're welcome to eachother, don't get me wrong I still love her, always will," his voice filled with sadness

"Give it time," Oz said

"You need to move on dude, find someone that is worthy of your love...god I sound so sappy," Devon commented as he frowned.

A few minutes later Dru and Angel had appeared on the dance floor. She was grinding her hips against him and dancing sexily and he looked like he was loving every second of it. His hands wondering all over her body. Spike watched this exchange. Gritted teeth and clenched jaw. It was clearly obvious that he wasn't over it. His friends looked on at him, eyes tracking their every move and finally shut for a brief second as they kissed. Dru smiling up at him. The song ended and he watched Angel say his goodbyes to Dru and made his way out. Spike looked at her and then at the door. He took out his cigarettes and zippo.

"I'm going for a smoke," he announced, lighting it up as he walked away.

This wasn't him now. This was the monster inside him. He hid behind the wall and made sure that Angel was alone down the alley before he made his move. He ran up to him and punch him in the stomach. Then he rammed his boot into his side and watched him moan in pain. Sick smirk played on his lips and he laughed evilly. Spike grabbed Angel by his collar and slammed him hard against the brick wall.

"Feel manly now Peaches, huh? (punches him in the face) well, do you?" He ground out and Angel pushed him away. He wiped the blood from his lip and was holding his ribs.

"I didn't mean for you to find out like this but I can't help what I feel for Dru, Imean look at her, you know EXACTLY what I mean, don't you?...besides if she was really that happy with you then why was she coming to me for it?" Angel raised a brow.

Spike yelled as he lauched himself at his former friend. Punching him frantically in the face and ribs. Angel spat out blood and his eyes were already black and blue. The blue-eyed boy chucked again and pulled Angel back of the floor. He clicked his tounge and looked at him in disgust.

"Now I'm warning you stay the bloody hell away from me in school or I wont be responsible for my actions and I will so help me god make sure that you never see the light of day, got it?"

The brown haired teen nodded and Spike shuffed him hard against the wall as he let him go. He got right in his face and smiled evilly.

"Good,"

Angel fell to the floor in agony, holding his ribs and Spike walked away, rubbing his fists, grinning. I think Peaches has learnt his lesson he thought.

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