Author: Trim59 PM
After Buffy's death, Spike goes back in time to Sunnydale. Armed with new strength and knowledge, he attempts to minimize the amount of deaths that took place, save Sunnydale, and of course...actually get the girl. Initially set in Season 5, for a second time. Rated T for violence, sexual situations, language *SPUFFY*Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Buffy S. & Spike - Chapters: 5 - Words: 23,223 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 67 - Updated: 01-06-13 - Published: 09-09-12 - id: 8511387
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A/N: Yeah, here a fun story. I knew nothing about BtVS until like last week. I watched like one or two seasons of Angel with my dad when it first came out. We kind of quit…but I saw the "I will remember you" episode and immediately thought that they should be together…with no other knowledge (even though at that point Spuffy was in its infantile phases). That opinion changed once I started watching Buffy but that's besides the point. Random youtube videos…stumble across something buffy…I was like hey this show looks good…hours of downloading seasons later…and watching most episodes (usually skipping to the good parts, mainly buffy/spike)…I'm a Spuffy fan. Oh yeah, I'm a wikipedia wh*** so of course found the buffy wiki and did research on characters…nerdy I know.
Anyways, like most viewers and Spuffy shippers, I wasn't really happy with the closure of their relationship. Did some research on the comic…and it blows balls…so if you notice a little bit of subtle bashing on that in this chapter…yeah that's intentional.
Anyways, this is my first attempt at BtVS…I still got my cherry and I'm wet behind the ears…so please be gentle with me with the reviews. THANK YOU!
P.S. -Hopefully I've done enough research and watching that everyone isn't too OOC or I've gotten everything wrong…anyways…please let me know in the reviews…thanks.
The man sitting at the bar was adorned in a long, black trench coat. Leaning forward, the pale man finished the contents of his glass before placing it back on the bar. Minutes passed by as Spike stared at the slowly melting ice cubes in his now empty glass. Breaking free of his trance, Spike motioned for the bartender to pour him another round.
Once his glass was full, Spike quickly grabbed it. "Thanks mate," he mumbled under his breath.
The barkeep nodded his head with sympathy apparent on his face. This strange man had been sitting at this bar since the relatively slow night began. It was past one in the morning now. A number of people did sit at the bar, alone, and drink away their sorrows. That wasn't all that uncommon. The amount of liquor this man drank was. In fact, this had to be at least his tenth or eleventh round. This man was going to HATE himself in the morning.
"Ughh!" Spike spat as he recovered from the first gulp of his newly obtained liquor. Slamming the drink back down on the bar, Spike looked up and made solid eye contact with the bartender for the first time. "You do understand the term mixed drink, right?"
Spike laughed internally. He hadn't said more than a few words all night since he started drinking. He had not planned on it being this difficult. He sounded like an adolescent boy with a lisp. He rarely got drunk. The whole being less alive thing, even with a soul, had its up and downs. Actually, the only good thing was his superhuman speed, strength, being harder to kill, and all that jazz.
A soul helped but things still weren't the same as they were in the beginning. Hot wings were, well, hotter than anything else but barely affected his mouth. Hard liquor always seemed watered down. Tylenol barely worked. Spike remembered once the Slayer hit him in the nose so hard it took three days for the bones to heal. He downed an entire bottle of "extra strength" tylenol, and it barely took the edge off.
There he went again thinking about Buffy.
"Huh?" the bartender questioned.
"The drink mate," Spike replied as he concentrated on not sounding drunk. Getting cut off wasn't exactly in his intentions. "It tastes like straight whiskey…not that I'm complaining." Spike paused briefly and took another swig of his drink. After he fought back the after taste, Spike finished his statement. "I rather like the extra bang for my buck."
"But it is straight whiskey," said a higher pitched voice from next to Spike. "You've been drinking it on the rocks all night."
Spike blinked hard as he looked towards the sound and took in a man in his late 40's. The man had been sitting there for over an hour and Spike finally noticed.
"Wait," Spike started, "I wasn't not drinking straight…" Again, Spike paused as he turned his head to the bartender. "Was I?"
"Yeah," The bartender replied as he slowly nodded his head.
Spike shrug his shoulders and cocked his head, accepting the barkeep's answer. Without another word, Spike leaned forward and returned to staring at the glass between his hands.
"You know," the middle aged man said as he scooted over a seat to sit directly next to Spike. "You seem like you got a lot on your mind."
Growing suddenly irritated, Spike let out a sigh before taking another gulp. After a few seconds, he replied, "What makes you think that?"
"You know, when I was your age-"
Spike cut the man off, "You were never my age."
The man laughed at Spike's comment. "How old are you? 29…30?"
Spike gave the man a disinterested look. "Add another zero." The man in his 40's raised an eyebrow with a small smirk, clearly thinking Spike was making a joke. For some reason, Spike decided to correct his answer. "…Then…divide it by two…ish…"
Again, the man chuckled. "Had a few too many did we?"
Irritated, Spike sat up straight in his seat as he turned to face his newest nemesis. "I can handle my alco-" Spike's words fell of as he realized he had hit his drink with his hand, the remaining contents landing on the bar and his crotch.
Intending on looking up to find the bartender, Spike moved his head back on his shoulders as the man was standing directly across from him. "I think you've had enough."
Doing his best not to slur words, Spike tried to explain himself to no avail. Despite his sincerest attempts, getting cut off was in the cards this night. After the man recommended he go home and sleep Spike slammed his hands against the bar. "Bloody hell!"
Making his way out of the bar was immediately halted. Looking down, Spike clenched his jaw as he looked at the middle aged man. Slowly, Spike's vision went from the man, to his arm grabbing onto his trench coat, and back to the man.
"About ten years ago, I would have acted the-" The man started.
"Ten years ago, you would have already been dead," Spike spat, "Just for approaching me…let alone touching me."
Taking a deep breath, Spike felt the irritation and anger subside. Quickly, Spike pulled his arm away. Spike held his breathe as he watch the man go airborne, and land about 15 feet away. Spike rubbed a hand through his hair as he met eyes with the bartender.
"Buddy?!" The bartender yelled as he threw his hands out to his sides
"I didn't mean too…" Spike started as he looked at the man slowly getting to his feet. "You see…he's fine."
The bartender looked away and nodded at someone Spike couldn't see. This wasn't Spike's first rodeo. He knew what was happening.
"Get him out of here." The bartender said.
Spike looked over at the very large man approaching. This whole not slaughtering human things could be a nuisance at times. Giving one last attempt, Spike tried to defend himself, "I just pulled my arm away…he wouldn't let go of my bloody sleeve!"
Spike landed gracefully on his feet as the bouncer let him go. Regardless, his legs collapsed under him once the weight of his body came onto them. It had to have been the extra muscle the bouncer put into throwing him out, literally, when he could have just let him down. He had to be a supernatural being. There was no other excuse. It couldn't be the whiskey. Whiskey was his best friend anymore. Besides, if he was something…not human…Spike could have his fun throwing the bouncer into the bar, through the front wall of course.
"Really, really," Spike repeated himself as he got up to his feet slowly. Turning around to face the bouncer, Spike stumbled and caught himself. "Was that necessary?"
"No," the bouncer said in a cold tone.
"Exactly!" Spike screamed, throwing his arms out to his sides. Once again, Spike stumbled. "Guess what buddy ole' pal." Spike continued, pointing his finger at the bouncer who was about 10 feet away.
"What?" the bouncer said, still holding his cold and unamused tone.
"I could eat your ass out!" Spike immediately regretted his statement. Somehow, the phrase knock your ass out and eat your ass got combined.
"What?!" the bouncer spat.
"You know what I mean…I could kick your ass!" Spike screamed attempting to correct his statement.
The bouncer shook his head with a confused look on his face. Regardless, his fists were still clenched at his sides in case Spike charged.
"But-But-" Spike said, sticking his lower lip out. Only Spike knew the voice he was doing was his best impression of the Slayer. "It's not the right thing to do…"
"What are you-"
"The chip's out you know!" Spike said, slurring his words badly as he wasn't focused on sounding out any syllable.
"In my brain mate!" Spike screamed, holding his head with both hands. Throwing his hands back to his sides, Spike said, "I could totally bite you." Spike stared blankly at the bouncer, who was slowly becoming two bouncers. He knew it. The bouncer was a demon with supernatural strength. Deep down, he knew he was just drunk.
"Whatever you're on…I don't care," the bouncer said. "But…do NOT come back here."
"I didn't plan on it you sod!" Spike spat, throwing his chin up in the air as he stormed off.
Even though he was drunk, Los Angeles was now Spike's jungle gym. Weaving in and out of alleys, Spike new exactly where he was going. He decided to take the slightly less traveled, darker alleys this night. He didn't really feel like dealing with people, and his reputation was more than known in the city. He really doubted any lurking, evil thing would do more than hide until he passed. Demons weren't normally afraid of vampires, even elder vampires, but Spike was an exception.
Spike paused as his senses were overwhelmed. The scent was familiar. However, he couldn't quite place it. "Same side, love."
Spike stared off into the darkness of the alley, knowing someone was there and hearing them approach. He couldn't tell who it was based off scent, but could tell it was female. He guessed it had to be a slayer.
"Spike," was all that was said as the brunette appeared from the shadows. Spike swallowed back hard as he looked at the old friend.
"Faith…" Spike replied.
Spike stared at Faith, who met eyes with him and didn't say anything else. After a few seconds, he knew. The solemn look on the relatively easy going slayer's face made it easy.
"It's…" Spike started, his voice barely escaping his throat. "It's Buffy?"
Spike was one of the last few people off the bus. Stepping onto the sidewalk, Spike turned his head around to take in his familiar environment. "Odd…" Spike said, still trying to get his bearings. Walking his normal path through the town, Spike fought back feelings of deja vu as he recognized shops, and even a few people.
"Hey, watch it!"
Spike turned his body to see the college aged man he bumped into. About to mumble a half-hearted apology, Spike did a double take. This kid looked familiar.
"What buddy, do you have a problem?" the younger man spat out as he got into Spike's face.
"Stop calling me buddy." Spike replied.
After a few more seconds of staring at the young man, light bulbs went off in his head. He was just a regular run of the mill vamp, and Spike had staked him years ago. Well…actually it would be months from now. Spike surprised himself. He usually didn't remember faces or names of his countless victims when he was evil. Back then, all his victims were human and he rarely remembered. He almost never remembered a demon he vanquished or a vampire he slayed, especially not one he made quick work of on a normal night patrolling the streets and cemeteries of Sunnydale.
"I said…do you have a problem?!" the young man said again, spit landing on Spike's face.
Quickly wiping away the moisture on his face, Spike growled at the man, "Listen frat boy…enjoy your last few months of humanity…because I'll definitely make sure it's me that stakes you….again!"
"What?!" the man said, a mixture of fear and anger on his face. The look became entirely fear as he watched Spike's face twist into one of a demon. The boy took a step back as he began to panic.
"This," Spike stated, "Is where you run mate." Spike opening his mouth and exposing his teeth was like a starting gun for the man, who turned around and sprinted away. Spike let out a chuckle as his face quickly returned to normal.
Spike slowly sat on the ground beside her. Taking a swig of his bottle, Spike coughed. "You know," Spike whispered, "We need to quit meeting like this."
Silence was the only reply to Spike's joke. Spike shook his head and fought back stinging at the corner of his eyes. The gravestone was exactly the same, all the way down to the sadistic, dark humor attempt at the bottom. The only difference was the second number below Buffy's name was now 2006 instead of 2001.
"I'm not doing this again love," Spike continued, his words hurting his throat and burning. "I've lost you before…I spent months grieving you."
Spike leaned forward and slowly touched the side of the headstone. "I love you, you know that…I told you right before I left you." Spike did his best not to break down as he took another swig out of the whiskey bottle. "Hell, I've loved you long enough it seems like all I remember….but what was I supposed to do…you didn't even know what you wanted…I mean-"
"Hey," Faith said softly as she approached Spike.
"Hey," Spike replied in a somber voice. Not looking up, Spike continued talking. "How was the burial? I would have went…if it wasn't for the whole bursting into flames thing."
Faith managed a small smirk at his comment. Regardless, it quickly fell off her face. "As good as something like that can go…I guess."
"You know," Faith continued, as she plopped down on the other side of the newly filled grave, "It didn't take me long to find you…not as long as I expected."
"That's why I stayed close, well, kind of. Los Angeles isn't exactly a few exits down the highway." Spike said.
Faith managed another small smirk, knowing attempts at humor were helping Spike keep himself together.
"In case…" Spike looked away from Faith, "Anybody needed to find me."
Faith immediately knew the meaning behind Spike's words. "How…how long has it been since you seen her?"
"Three years," Spike quickly answered. "Since I left San Francisco."
"Wow…" Faith's words drifted off as she placed the notebook she brought with her to her side.
"Everything just got…so bloody stupid," Spike said, anger and pain apparent on his voice.
Faith looked upon her friend, who she never imagined would be one, with sympathy. "What?"
"Every thing after the Hellmouth." Spike spat out. "Next thing I know I'm getting led by arse face into a sure suicide mission…fighting with a hell god on my side this time…with a gay Watcher."
Faith stared down at her feet as she allowed Spike to talk. Spike took another swig of liquor. Quickly, he wiped excess moisture from his mouth and continued.
"Then LA is hell…literally…then it's not…then Buffy is pregnant…then she's not…then she's just a robot…but she ain't…who loves Angel…and loves me…and has no idea what she wants!" Spike let out a huge grunt as he placed his bottle beside him as he leaned back on both his hands. "It gives me a sodding headache just thinking about it! Everything was so much better there…us…life…and then that place became a giant hole in the ground and everything went to hell…no pun intended, love."
"She loves Angel," Faith paused to correct herself. "Loved Angel…but…she was IN love with you."
"Yeah I'm sure," Spike spat in response before taking another long drink from his bottle.
"I'm serious," Faith replied, and her tone matched her words.
"She said it to me…she said it back to me when I said it…but you know when it happened?" Spike asked Faith. After a few seconds of silence, Spike assumed Faith did not want to guess and finished. "When I was burning up in the Hellmouth…and we thought that was it…when I was leaving from San Francisco…to give her time…and she knew…that was it."
"I don't think it's-"
"It is," Spike said as he cut off Faith. "She did care…but she was always ashamed. Soul…no soul…it didn't matter….she would only admit her feelings…if they were even true and not lies…when she thought she would never see me again. She didn't want me acting on them…"
"Spike," Faith whispered. Looking down at the notebook beside her, Faith shook her head. "That's what you think…that's not what Buffy thought…or felt."
"It's my fault that she could never decide if she wanted me." Spike said, "I was like those disgusting candies…that get real sour…and then they are sweet, you know the ones."
"What?" Faith asked in a confused voice, having no idea where Spike was going.
"I don't tell Glory about her sister…sweet…I only got captured because I built a life size…toy…in the form of her…sour." Spike took another drink. "I saved her life countless times…after trying to kill her more than a few. I give her real love…after stalking her. I'm her bloody vampire vibrator…when she is going through a horrible time…because her friends pulled her out of heaven…because I didn't protect her."
"Spike?" Faith questioned.
"At least she's probably back there right?" Spike questioned, and Faith could hear the genuine concern in her voice. Faith nodded her head. Spike managed a brief smile as he stared down at the ground. "It's my fault…I gave her more happiness that Angel ever did…but I hurt her worse than anyone ever has."
"I'm sure she didn't feel that way." Faith responded.
"Bollocks," Spike said, not believing Faith's words. "I can live for a million days…and I don't care…because I would give anything to live those days a second time…ain't that ironic love?"
"That's life…" Faith responded, not knowing what else to say.
"Yeah it is…what ifs and all that. Always having to wonder…if I would have just treated her right…all the time…would we have been happy together or-"
"I'm sure you would have," Faith said in a concerned voice. For some reason, all the anger and sadness Spike had inside boiled up at Faith's words.
"Why do you even care?" Spike spat at Faith. "You are not the nice slayer…you're the BAD slayer love," Spike made sure to put an extra emphasis on the word bad. "You slay, screw, drink…someone dies and you yell at people grieving…just because the most important thing is to go kill what got them…"
"Well people change for others," Faith spat back in an irritated and hurt tone. "You changed for Buffy…I changed for Robin."
"Yeah?" Spike questioned in an equally angry tone.
"Yeah," Faith retorted.
"How that end up for you? Where's he at?" Spike hissed, already knowing the answer.
"Shut the hell up." Faith replied, staring daggers through him.
A moment of silence passed between them, as they both stared at the ground in front of them where she was laid to rest. Within seconds, Spike felt the guilt of the hurtful thing he had said.
"I'm sorry," Spike whispered, still staring at the ground. "I just…I don't know what-"
"I understand," Faith replied, the anger falling out of her voice. Looking up at Spike, Faith said, "It's okay."
"How…" Spike swallowed back the words that got caught in his throat. Trying again, Spike finished his statement. "How did it happen?"
Spike continually went over all the warnings in his head. He had to change things, but he had to be smart about it. If he changed too much, too fast, everything would change. He wanted to be preemptive, not just reacting to a reality he had never lived in before. He still didn't know the extent of his new abilities, or how much they would evolve, but he still wanted to be in control of everything. Otherwise, he might not be able to save her, save countless people, and save what THEY had. Actually, he wanted to change what they had…but still.
His thoughts dragged him back as he wandered slowly towards Buffy's house. The last fight they had, and the time he left for good. For over the thousandth time, it felt like he had just been dusted by Buffy or one of her vampire hunter friends. Pain, guilt, and sorrow all boiled up in him. Jokingly, Spike looked down at his chest, "Glad to see I kept you around."
The train of thought also brought him back to the chip, that was no longer in his head. He couldn't tell Buffy or the Scoobies about either. He didn't know how anyone would react to him randomly having a soul. He knew how they would react to him not having a chip. At this point in time, they would stake him, and Buffy would allow it or do it herself. He was at least a few solid months from Buffy tolerating him, let alone thinking that he wasn't pure evil.
He was definitely not going to shed light on his "changes". Yet, he didn't know how he was going to explain his absence. Not that any of them cared. They probably thought of it as a relief. Still, when he came back, he wasn't in Sunnydale. It took him weeks to travel back. Last time, he was there to torment Buffy and her friends. He missed angering Buffy. He wasn't there to shed light on Riley's new addiction. He wasn't even there to disgust her and get degraded by her for the story of Xin and Nikki.
Spike hoped Riley wasn't still there. He was certain the gang probably found out on their own eventually. He was also fairy certain that Riley was gone. He was on his way out well before he left, Spike realized it, but Buffy and Riley didn't. Still, he wished he knew for certain that Riley was in some jungle, and he prayed that his time away from Sunnydale didn't have negative consequences. Worse come to worse, he would make up something random or be vague if someone did ask where he was.
Spike panicked when he finally paid attention to his surroundings. He was only a couple of blocks from her house. His feet had been leading him down the path he walked so many times before.
"Ahhh," Spike grunted as he placed a hand on his forehead. Pain radiated from his frontal lobes down to his neck, although not nearly as bad as when he had his chip. The more confounding thing was the thoughts running through his head. They were memories. Being at the bar, talking to Xander, the giant troll Olaf, everything came flooding back in sequential order, but sped up. Except this time, it was the entire battle, not just his involvement at the bar. His flashback stopped as soon as his pain began, when he saw Buffy being slammed with the troll's hammer.
Spike's mind raced as he spun around. He didn't know how this was happening, but he recognized that place. The Magic Box wasn't far. Regardless, panic clung to Spike as he sprinted towards the magic shop. Given the current state she was in, she couldn't last much longer. He know she beat him before, but he didn't know how. Once again, Spike pleaded with the Powers that Be that his two week absence couldn't have caused an even more premature death for Buffy.
Spike swung the door to the magic shop open, quickly jogging inside. As he entered the shop, Olaf stood above Buffy. "What are you fighting for minuscule blonde one?" Olaf bellowed, "Your- Who are you?"
Everyone eye's turned to Spike as he quickly made his way toward's Olaf. Buffy's eye grew the widest at seeing Spike, who had randomly appeared after dropping off the face of the Earth only weeks before. Without hesitation, the troll threw a sweeping right hook at Spike when he was within distance. The troll lacked even average speed, and Spike dodged the punch with ease. Next, Spike threw his fist into the troll's thigh.
Immediately, the troll reached his hands down to his right leg. Letting out a pained roar, Olaf looked up at Spike and growled. Quickly, Spike threw his entire weight into a straight punch into the troll's chest. The troll went a few feet off the ground, traveling a good distance as he crashed up against one of the support pillars inside the shop. The pillar almost broke in half, but stayed standing as the troll bounced off.
"Hmmm," Spike mumbled to himself, impressed with his own display of strength. Spike got into a suitable fighting stance as Olaf started to slowly get off his feet.
"The transposition…be complete." Willow said in a clear voice.
Spike narrowed his eyes as he looked at Willow. Looking back at the troll, Spike dropped his battle stance as he saw the troll slowly disappear.
Anya, Xander, and Willow stared at Spike across the front counter. "Spike's back…" Xander said in a low voice, doing his best to conceal a bit of fear.
"Yeah…" Willow said, as confused as everyone else.
Spike stared at the ground as he shifted his feet. Uncomfortable, Spike did his best not to make eye contact with anyone. Regardless, he couldn't help but to look at Buffy. He did his best not to let his smile show or his emotions to surface as he looked upon her. He wanted to run up and grab her. He wanted to do naughty, unforgivable yet heartfelt things to her right there. Obviously, that wasn't an option.
"Spike," Buffy said cautiously, as she got back up to her feet. "That was…" Buffy stumbled over her words as she took a few steps closer to Spike. "That was amazing."
Spike gave Buffy a blank stare. All the positive emotions brought on by her compliment were marred by negative ones. He knew Buffy was impressed, but at the same time slightly more scared. Like Dawn said, she always worried what she would do if he got that chip out. Regardless, she hadn't said it yet. It would be a couple more weeks and one babysitting job before Dawn got her little sick crush on him. Thinking to himself, Spike remembered one positive. He wasn't around for the whole let's get this chip removed and kill Buffy with Harmony extravaganza.
"Thanks love," Spike muttered, barely above an audible level. Feeling uncomfortable, Spike scanned the room and made brief eye contact with everyone. "Well," He started in his typical tone, "Glad to see the whole lot is still alive and kicking." As quickly as possible, Spike left the Magic Box.
Buffy left the magic shop almost as quickly as Spike did. By the time she got out onto the street, there was no sign of the former "Big Bad". Regardless, she had a good idea what path he was taking. Uncertain of why, Buffy began a brisk jog as she cut through alleys. After about a minute, she saw Spike and slowed down to a quick walk.
"Spike!" Buffy said in loud voice.
Spike stopped walking. Dropping his head, he let out a sigh. He intentionally took the darkest, most dangerous back alleys to avoid her. Then again, she was no more afraid of them than he was.
"Yes love?" Spike replied in a less than thrilled tone as he turned around to face the Slayer.
Buffy didn't reply immediately. When she had caught up with her former adversary, she answered his question. "Where have you been?"
"Ummm," Spike hesitated, "Around."
"No you haven't," Buffy spat, slightly irritated at Spike's vagueness. "I checked your crypt last week…and a few days ago…"
"I was…" Once again, Spike hesitated as he cursed himself internally. He really should have thought up a story before he confronted her. "Out of town."
"Oh," Buffy said.
After a few seconds, Spike nodded his head. "Yeah, well I'm back now love. Not that anyone is excited about that…so ummm…bye."
"Bye?" Buffy questioned as she took a few steps forward to cut of a retreating Spike.
"Yeah, I just want to leave tonight on a good note." Spike replied in a tired tone.
"What do you mean?" Buffy retorted with a confused.
Stopping dead in his tracks, Spike took a step towards Buffy. "Look, I know your upset…and I'm sorry I got in your way. But bloody hell…if I'm around and I can help…well….I'm gonna help." Spike threw out his hands to his sides as he continued. "So…you just got to deal with that right?"
Buffy stared down the dark alley for a few seconds. Snapping her head back towards Spike she asked, "Is that why you left? Because I yelled at you for interfering that night?"
Spike didn't reply immediately as he thought back. After a few seconds, he remembered the night Riley and himself interrupted her usual rounds. "That's the last time you saw me?" Spike questioned.
"Uhhh, yeah." Buffy replied.
Spike continued thinking back on old memories. He was back and now he knew the last time he was in Sunnydale. As long as his memory stood up, he knew everything he missed. Hopefully, everything happened exactly the same without him affecting it. Instinctively, Spike turned away from Buffy as he grabbed his forehead. Pain radiated from his forehead to his neck once more. This time it was more severe. Spike let out a low grunt as memories continued to overflow his mind. The fact most the memories that rushed to his brain weren't his own made matters more complicated.
"That's how you found out." Spike muttered under his breath, not loud enough for Buffy to hear, finally understanding how Buffy discovered Dawn was the Key.
"What?" Buffy questioned as she took a few strides to be in front of Spike once again. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Spike lied.
"Wait," Buffy said in a stern voice, slightly irritated by Spike's immaturity. "Is that why you left? Because I….hurt you feelings that night?"
"No!" Spike said in an irritated tone as he turned his body slightly. "It's…more complicated than that."
Again, Buffy's only reply was, "Ohh…"
Spike rolled his eyes, which luckily went unnoticed by Buffy. "Look, I'm back now pet. I'll be around…but I have to go make sure my crypt is still…my crypt."
"Spike!" Buffy called again, as the distance grew between Spike and herself.
"Yeah," Spike replied in a dry tone.
"There's…things we have to talk about." Buffy said.
"I know," Spike replied quickly, not looking forward to their talk again. Last time, it made her despise him even more. Honestly, there was no "positive" way to tell a Slayer a story about killing two of her descendants.
"You know where I live," Spike said as he looked over his shoulder at Buffy. Almost immediately, Spike corrected himself, "Where I…reside…"
Before Buffy knew it, Spike was out of sight.
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