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Baby, It's Cold Outside	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Baby, It's Cold Outside
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Spike burst into the cabin, relief
rolling over him in waves as he saw Buffy. He ran to her, holding her as
tightly as he could without crushing her. "You're alive. Buffy, I was so
worried�"
Buffy let herself relax in his embrace
for only a moment before pulling away. "They took my mom," she said,
tears filling her eyes again. "There were so many demons, and I couldn't
fight them all, and�and they got her."
Spike remembered what Dejira had
said to him before he left. "They're using Joyce as bait�using her to set
a trap for you."
Buffy's eyes grew wide. "Is
that what you learned tonight?"
"Yeah. I didn't�"
Before Spike could finish, he felt
someone grab him, pining him against the wall. Spike looked up at Giles in
shock, having been so focused on Buffy that he hadn't realized the other man
had come into the room. "You knew what they were going to do to
Joyce," Giles accused. "You knew, and you let it happen."
"No! I swear, I didn't! Dejira
tricked me, kept me out of the way. She only said something about getting bait
for a trap�didn't say it was Joyce�and even that wasn't until the end. Ran back
here as soon as she told me what she'd done."
Buffy placed her hand on the
Watcher's shoulder. "Let him go, Giles. He didn't sell my mother out. He
wouldn't do that."
"Yes, he would! He's evil
Buffy."
"He wouldn't, and he didn't. Just let him go so we can save
her, all right?" With obvious reluctance, Giles dropped Spike. Buffy
nodded. "Good. Now I believe we were going after the demons that took my
mother."
"Buffy, I'm afraid in light of
what Spike has just told us, I must again protest your rash plan of action. You
will be walking into a trap."
"I know I will�but what
happens if we don't take the bait? There's a good chance that they've left her
alive if they want to lure me with her, but if we don't hurry, they might kill
her. We don't have any choice."
"You could also be putting her
in more danger this way."
"We don't have time for this!"
Buffy turned back to Spike. "Do you have any idea where they may have
taken her?"
"I'm not sure, but Dejira
brought me somewhere not far from here. Could be a place to start at least. I
think I could tell you how to get there. I had to find my way back at least
partly by tracking a scent."
"What scent?" Buffy
asked.
"Yours."
Buffy blushed at his simple answer.
Somehow, the thought that Spike knew her scent that well affected her in ways
she hadn't expected. When it had come to Angel, his ability to track someone by
their scent had always slightly unnerved her, but this� Buffy shook her head.
This was not the time to go there. "Spike, you giving us directions isn't
good enough. I need you with me for this."
"Can't. Sun's going to be up
soon. Won't do you a lot of good as a pile of dust."
"This place of Dejira's�did it have a lot of windows?"
"No."
"Good. Giles, there's a town a
few miles up the road. Go there and get some black paint. We're going to sunproof the car."
"Buffy, this is�"
"Dammit, Watcher, would you
knock it off?" Spike yelled. "All your protesting is just wasting
time for Joyce."
"But this is insanity! You
have to know Buffy is rushing into danger�hell, you probably set it up that
way. Besides, all the stores will be closed at this hour�and on Christmas no
less."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Would
you quit it with Spike? And if the stores are closed, then just go all Rippery and break in. We don't have time for you to get all
moral on me."
"Buffy�"
"Either you go, or I do. Do
you have any idea how badly I drive?"
"Right. Well, I'll be back
soon then."
"Is he always this much of a
git?" Spike asked once Giles had left.
"Sometimes. He can be like a
dog with a bone. Especially since he's thinking you're part of the whole trap
thing."
"He's not completely daft in
that, you know." When Buffy looked at him in surprise, Spike quickly
added, "Not that he's right. Just if I were in his position, I'd worry,
too. Although I don't think I'd be such a damn broken record about the whole
thing."
Buffy threw her arms around Spike
suddenly, holding him close. "I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
I�I trust you. I know I probably shouldn't, but I do." When she felt Spike
stiffen in her arms, Buffy looked up. "Is something wrong? Other than the
obvious, I mean."
"No. Sorry. It's just�been a
long day."
Buffy pulled away, reaching down to
give his hand a lingering squeeze as she did. "I'm going to go heat you up
some blood. If things get ugly, I'll need you at full strength."
"Buffy, you don't have to�"
Buffy silenced him with a kiss.
"I told you�full strength, gonna need it. I'll be right back."
Spike nodded, letting her go. When
she came back, she found him sitting in a corner of the room, avoiding the sun.
She handed him the mug, sitting beside him. "You could go in the bedroom,
you know."
"I'm fine here."
Buffy rested her head on his
shoulder, frowning when he didn't respond to her at all. "Spike, what's
wrong? And don't tell me it's nothing, because I know that's a lie."
"I'm worried about Joyce."
"No, it's more than that.
What's going on?"
Spike was silent for a moment
before he finally responded. "I let you down."
"What?"
"I should've been here,
helping you fight those demons. I never should've gone off to meet Dejira. You
were right�it was a bad idea."
"Spike, this isn't your fault.
There were so many of them, I'm not even sure you being here would've made a
difference."
"How many were there?"
"I don't know. Some multiple
of three."
"What?"
"Never mind." Buffy
kissed his cheek. "Don't blame yourself for this, please. Just help me get
her back."
"I will. Your mum will be home
for Christmas, Buffy."
"I'm falling in love with
you."
Spike coughed. "What?"
Buffy looked down at the floor.
"I�I don't think I'm there yet, but I'm�I'm heading that way. I just
thought you should know."
Spike smiled and kissed the top of
her head. "Thank you. That's�that's the best Christmas present you could
have given me."
Buffy nestled against him, taking
comfort in his strength as they waited for Giles.

***
*** ***
Buffy surveyed their handiwork,
frowning. "I really hope my mom doesn't get all mad 'cause I painted her
car windows black."
Giles wiped his brow. "Yes,
well, hopefully she'll understand it was done in an attempt to save her
life."
"Yeah, that's the outcome I'm
hoping for, too. And it'll come off, won't it?"
"With a little work, yes, it
should."
'I'm going to go in and get
Spike."
"Buffy, I know you won't
listen, but�"
"You're right. I won't
listen�because I've heard it. Just go with me on this one, okay? And if I'm
wrong, well, then we'll end up dead, and you can spend eternity in the
afterlife nagging me about it."
Giles chuckled. "Well, I
suppose there is some consolation in that."
"Start up the car. I'll be
right back."
"How exactly am I supposed to
drive with almost the entire windshield black?"
"Carefully?"
"Yes, of course. How silly of
me to even ask," Giles replied sarcastically. He sighed at the look on
Buffy's face. "I'll go start the car."
"You do that."
A few moments later, Buffy
reemerged from the cabin, Spike running beside her with a blanket thrown over
him. Once in the car, he threw it to the floorboards, stamping out the small
fire that had started. "Well then, he said, smoothing back his hair,
"Let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

***
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Joyce woke to find herself in an
unfamiliar room, tied to a chair. A tall, raven haired woman stood in front of
her, a glint in her silver eyes. "What is going on?" Joyce demanded.
"Mrs. Summers, I see you are
awake. My name is Dejira, and let me welcome you to my home. I am so pleased
that you will be spending this holiday here with me, watching me kill your
daughter in a slow and painful manner."
Joyce struggled with her bonds,
although she knew that she wouldn't be able to loosen the ropes. "You
won't stand a chance against Buffy," Joyce said, a hint of motherly pride
in her voice.
"Please." Dejira waved
her hand. "As if anyone with a name like Buffy would stand a chance
against me."
"Hey! I gave her that
name!"
"And what a silly woman you
are."
Joyce glared. "You obviously
don't know my daughter. Buffy is
going to kill you."
"And let me guess�her vampire
lover will help?" Dejira laughed. "Although he's not really hers at
all. He's mine. Do you honestly think he just got lucky in finding me the other
night, or that he was actually here for a meeting last night? Please. He's been
mine all along, and that pathetic daughter of yours played right into our
hands."
"You're lying."
"Believe what you want, Mrs.
Summers. You'll be dead soon enough anyway."
Joyce said nothing, only narrowing
her eyes. Whoever this woman was, Joyce knew that she had seriously
underestimated her daughter.

***
*** ***
"Are you sure this is
it?"
Spike peered out the tiny break in
the black paint, careful not to let the sunlight hit him directly. "Yes.
This is it."
"It was remarkably close to
the cabin."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Well,
yeah. My thinking is that's on purpose. This bitch has been spying on Buffy�it
would make sense that she'd be close enough to do that effectively."
"Right. I guess it
would."
"Giles, come with me,"
Buffy said from the backseat. "I'm going to make sure the door is open
before Spike gets out. We don't want him burning up on the doorstep."
"We don't?"
Buffy shot her Watcher a look.
"Stop it."
Giles muttered to himself, getting
out of the car and following Buffy to the front door. She shook the handle a
couple of times before sighing and kicking it in. "Well, I suppose that's
one way to open it," Giles said.
"Spike!" Buffy yelled.
"Come on!"
"Way to be discreet," Giles
said. "I'm sure none of the evil things inside know we're here now."
"Giles, we're here to kill
them, not throw a surprise party. The sooner they show up, the sooner I can lop
off their heads and save my mother."
Spike ran up then, coming inside
and throwing the blanket to the ground. "So we killing nasties now?"
"That was the plan,"
Buffy said, handing him one of the swords she was carrying. "Let's go save
my mother."
"Do you really think he wants
to help you?"
Spike sighed heavily as Dejira
walked out of the shadows. "Bollocks, you are home. I was sort of hoping
you would've thrown yourself in front of a bus since the last time I saw
you."
"Darling, is that any way to
talk to me after our night of passion?"
Buffy looked up sharply at Spike.
"What is she talking about?"
"What, he didn't tell
you?" Dejira asked with a smile. "While you were busy with my demons,
your vampire was busy with me." She laughed at the stricken look on
Buffy's face. "Oh, you poor, na�ve little girl. Did you really think you'd
be enough to satisfy him?"
"Buffy, I didn't. Please, luv,
you have to believe me." Spike grabbed Buffy by the shoulders, looking
into her eyes. "I don't know what happened last night, but I know I didn't
sleep with her."
Dejira walked to Spike, running her
hand along his arm. "Tell her the truth, darling. Tell her how you woke
earlier this morning. Was it not in my bed�without your clothes?"
"Balls," Spike muttered
under his breath. "Okay, yeah, that happened�but I didn't shag her. She
did something to me, drugged me some how. She says that we were drinking, and
that's why I didn't remember, but Buffy, I don't even remember drinking, never mind getting drunk
enough to want her."
"That's the best you can come
up with?" Dejira asked. "That's pathetic." She looked at Buffy.
"Please don't tell me you're going to believe that load of rubbish."
Buffy turned on Dejira, a sneer on
her face. "Actually, bitch, I am. Because you know, even with Drusilla and
Harmony in his past, Spike still has better taste than you. So answer me now before I hack you into tiny, skanky little
pieces�Where. Is. My. Mother?"
"Foolish child. You walked
into my trap�therefore, you are going to die. It is as simple as that."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Apparently, you don't know how this works. I'm the Slayer�and I'm gonna
win. So we can do this the hard way, or we can do it the easy way. It doesn't
really matter to me, because in the end, I'm going to walk away."
"I don't think so."
Dejira snapped her fingers and twelve grenbrek demons
stepped into the room. "Kill them, boys."
Buffy, Spike, and Giles stood in
the center of the room, swords raised as the grenbreks
closed in on them. "I told you this was a bad idea," Giles said.
"Yes, but did you have a
better one?" Buffy asked.
"Well, um, no."
"Exactly. Now shut up and
start killing some demons."
Giles sighed as the fight begun.

***
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Did you actually think I'd have
Spike cheat on Buffy? Oh ye of little faith�
I would like to say a little
something to the people that bitched me out�my feelings are a bit hurt. I'm not
talking about the people who fell for my little ploy and thought Spike did
sleep with Dejira. I mean the few of you that totally wrote off the story. I
feel like I have been delivering a fairly good story so far with an obvious
love of the spuffiness, and it hurt a bit to see that
you would lose all faith in me so quickly. As a writer, I like to feel like I should
be able to have plot twists like that without having to fear that people will
stop reading in the middle because of one chapter that was in actuality, rather
ambiguous. If any of you are still reading, please give me a little more time
before you jump on me in the future, okay? I even went as far as to promise
fluffiness in the author's note, hinting that things weren't as bad as they seemed,
to try to prevent that, and I still got a few cold reviews. Expressing
nervousness I understand, but I'd really rather not have my story condemned
before it's even finished. After it's done if you still don't like it, flame
away if you must, but if you've been enjoying it for this long, don't cut me
loose so suddenly. Honestly, I wouldn't want Spike to do that to Buffy anymore
than you would� Thanks!
Reviews would be much appreciated.
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