A/N: I'd like to thank ncisduckie and carlos for reviewing.

ncisduckie: No offence taken, I just wanted to clarify what kind of story this is. Besides, I'm sort of a Drusilla-fan! :p And I've had a lot of fun writing Spike so I'm glad you're enjoying him.

Spike's second day of school seemed to go by even slower than the first. He had made up the new syllabus for all his classes and found many of the books in school storage. First period just dragged on. The whole time he kept making eye contact with Buffy. Her secret made him feel like they were the only two people in the world

Spike passed out the books to the class and Buffy's red-headed friend, Willow Rosenburg volunteer to read first. The girl was obviously smart with good comprehension skills, but she kept stumbling over words because she was getting distracted by Buffy and Spike. Once Spike realized that he called on another student to read. That time it was Harmony, who was so bad at reading she tripped up on every other word. After about half a page Spike got fed up and told her best friend Cordelia to read instead. Not only did Cordelia read with the proficiency one would expect from a high school student but also with a clear voice one would expect from a narrator. Spike had a feeling she wanted a job where she could talk a lot, like acting.

After the class Spike overheard Willow say to Buffy, "What was going on with you and Mr. Pratt," on their way out of the classroom. He didn't hear Buffy's response. That only made him itch for the afterschool meeting even more. The next six periods went by even slower than the first.

At the end of the day Spike finished up a little paperwork, giving Buffy a little time to let her watcher and friends know he was coming. Finally he stored away his notes in the briefcase he was now carrying around and made his way to the library.

He opened the door and all eyes were on him. The assortment of students were slightly surprising. Spike was expecting Buffy, Willow and their male friend from the English class, Xander Harris, to be there. He had met the librarian briefly before and had seen him flirt with another teacher, Jenny Calendar, so he was not surprised to see them either. What was utterly shocking, though, was that Cordelia Chase was sitting on top of a table swinging her legs back and forth staring at him. He really hadn't pegged her as the vampire hunting type.

"So Buffy tells me you're a vampire hunter," the library, Rupert Giles, said with a predictable upper-class English accent. Though Spike had not heard him talk before he had expected Giles to be British since the Watcher's Council was located in Britain.

"I dabble," Spike said, crossing his arm.

"Well what brings you to Sunnydale? Come to join the good fight?" Spike detected a hint of mock in Giles' voice.

Spike decided to be partial honest, but left out the part about how Drusilla feeling a calling and connection to the Hellmouth. "Sunnydale's got some of the best mental health facilities 'round." Spike looked down at his boots for a moment, having no idea why he was divulging such personal information. Perhaps it was to gain their trust, but then he couldn't figure out why he wanted their trust. He didn't even trust himself. "My wife's…sick."

"Mr. Pratt," Buffy said, "I had no idea."

"And you really think it's smart to bring an already mentally deficient woman here? Do you know why Sunnydale has the best mental health facilities around? Because everyone's going crazy from the magic of the Hellmouth and the demon's it attracts. If you were any smart you'd take that woman as far away from here as you can. Staying here will only worsen her condition."

Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. "Ya lil' bugger. Ya don't know me. Ya don't know my bird. And you certainly don't know who yer messing with. I could kill ya in seconds and the only thing that might be able ter stop me, and I stress might, is that lil' slayer of yers. So let me tell ya, ya poofing watcher, ter back off, 'cause if anyone's in danger it's ya."

Spike stormed out of the library and Buffy followed. "He didn't mean you any harm," she said.

Spike sighed. With his back still turned to her he said, "I shouldn't have come, Buffy. I'm not cut out ter be a member of a team."

Buffy walked in front of him, forcing him to look at her. "Is this some sort of British thing? Is he ruder than we thought?"

"He's right. I need to be takin' care of my gal, not fightin' vampires. Plus, I can't trust myself, and if I can't trust me then how can I expect any of ya to trust me?"

"What happened, Mr. Pratt? You can tell me, I told you about me."

"I just—I can't talk about it."

Buffy bowed her head in defeat. She began to walk back to the library but Spike stopped her. "Buffy?"

"Yes?" She perked right up.

"Outside of class you can call me Spike."

"Spike? What kind of name is Spike?"

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