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After the End Has Come and Gone	By : addielogan Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4670 -:- 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
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Spike trudged through the
underground tunnels that he'd come to almost regard as home over the past few
months. At least he could relax there. A little.
In over a century of existence,
he'd never seen anything like this. What was left of Los Angeles's human
population had retreated underground, fighting alongside the
all-too-battle-hardened girls that comprised the Slayer Army.
When he'd agreed to go along with
Angel's latest stop the Apocalypse plan, he'd never fathomed it would be like
this. He'd expected one last good battle before he was dust. Instead, he'd
ended up helping to command an all-out offensive against evil.
He'd been close to the end that
first night. Angel fought his dragon, but it had all just kept coming. More
demons than Spike had ever seen in one place, Hellmouth included. Eventually,
he'd grown exhausted and collapsed, almost welcoming the demon that had perched
on his chest, ready to take off his head.
He'd closed his eyes, made his
peace with the end. But then it hadn't had come. The demon had screamed,
dissolving into nothing. And then Spike had opened his eyes to the face of his
salvation.
Buffy� At first he'd thought he'd
died and gone to Heaven. Then he remembered they'd never let him in. She
reached down, offering him her hand.
"The cavalry's here," she
said, gesturing to the mass of Slayers who had entered the fray. "And
remind me later to kick your ass for not telling me you've been alive all this
time."
Spike smirked. Same old Buffy.
"Undead, actually."
Buffy gave him a quick smile.
"Whatever." She tossed him a sword. "Get to work."
Spike felt his second wind as he
gripped the sword tightly. These demons were in for it now�
That had been six months ago, and
the battle had only grown worse. Spike lit a cigarette, cursing it all. Riley
Finn and his Initiative buddies had shown up early on, informing them that LA
had been declared "under terrorist control" and closed off by the government.
He'd tried to take charge of the situation, but Buffy hadn't let him. She told
him that no matter what his military training had taught him, she was the
Slayer, and leading the forces of goodness against the Apocalypse was her job,
dammit. She'd welcomed Riley's help, but hadn't let him or anyone else try to
push her down.
Spike smiled around his cigarette
as he thought about just how tough his Buffy had proven herself to be. She'd
kept them on the plus side of the battle, never let victory seem too
impossible. She'd even improved her speeches a little.
He entered the command center that
they'd scraped together as best they could, Buffy's scent leading him right to
her. She was training, kicking and punching a bag with all her might. She was
always dirty now. They all were. Her hair was shorter and brown now. No time
for highlights when every moment could be your last. Still, she was the most
beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
She stopped when she saw him and
gave him a quick look. "Go away."
Spike saw the pain in her eyes. He
could almost feel it radiating off of her. He dropped his cigarette to the
floor, grinding it out beneath his feet. "What happened, luv?"
"Nothing. Go." She
punched the bag again, so hard that Spike was surprised she didn't bust it.
Spike walked over to her, putting
his hand on her shoulder to still her. "Slayer, it's something. I can
tell."
Buffy suddenly turned on him,
pummeling him with her small fists. Spike grabbed them, trying to stop her. She
pushed at him, knocking him on the ground before renewing her attack, hitting
his chest hard. Suddenly she stopped, collapsing on him in tears. Spike wrapped
his arms around her, stroking her back and whispering soothing words against
her hair.
"It's Xander," she said
finally. "He's�he's dead."
Spike froze. "I'm sorry."
"No you're not," Buffy
said, trying to force herself to stop crying. "You always hated him."
"I am sorry, Buffy. We never
got along, but� I'll miss him."
"You will?"
"Yeah, I will."
"So will I." Buffy looked
up, meeting his eyes. She searched them for a moment before saying softly,
"I need you."
"I'm right here, luv."
"No, I need you, Spike. Please, make the pain go away for a little while.
The way you used to."
Spike sucked in an un-needed
breath. "Pet�"
"Please."
Spike sighed. "Not here.
Anyone could walk in�"
Buffy nodded, standing up. She
reached her hand down to him, and Spike grasped it, letting her pull him to his
feet. He walked with her back into her small make-shift bedroom, no more than a
cot and a wash basin really. She lay back on the cot, holding her arms out to
him. Spike wasted no time in moving into them. It had been so long, and he'd
missed the feel of her holding in.
"Buffy�" he said softly,
kissing her neck, "I love you."
"Shh�" Buffy said,
reaching down to undo his belt. "Don't talk. Just touch me."
Spike nodded, running his hands
under her shirt. Her skin felt so warm to his cool hands, and he shivered.
Knowing her, she'd regret this as soon as it was over, but he wasn't going to
stop. She needed comfort, and maybe for once he could give it to her.
Buffy sat up, straddling his hips.
She smiled at him before pulling her shirt up, baring herself to Spike's heated
gaze. He reached up, stroking her cheek. "So beautiful�"
Buffy moved his hand down, molding
it over her breast. "Just touch."
Spike nodded, pulling her down to
his mouth. Buffy threw her head back, moaning loudly, and Spike felt his entire
world narrow to this girl, this moment. He bit his tongue to keep from telling
her that he loved her again. That wasn't what she needed. She needed him to
make her feel, and he could give her that.
He reached, taking hold of her
zipper and sliding it down. Buffy gasped as he reached inside and found her,
and Spike smiled. He still knew just how to touch her.
"No teasing, Spike�"
Buffy panted. "Do it now."
Spike flipped her over, looking
down to find her eyes full of desire. This was perfect. Even if it was just for
a little while, it was all he wanted, needed.
Spike sat up with a start. For a
split second his eyes darted in search of Buffy before he realized she'd never
been there. It had been another dream, a memory of the times they'd comforted
each other when the pressures and pains of battle became too much.
But it had been five years since
he'd seen her. She had walked out of his life without so much as a good bye,
and he'd given up on the hope of ever seeing her again, never mind actually
getting to hold her in his arms.
He glanced over towards the window
and noticed the only light seeping in around the curtains was of the street
lamp variety. He checked the clock. After dark.
"Might as well find my way out
of this town," Spike muttered. "Wherever the bloody hell it is."
He put his boots and duster back
on, grabbed his bag and keys, and left the room.
Wouldn't be too long until he was
back in a room just like it.

***
*** ***
Spike walked back to the office,
stopping when he saw a woman leaning over the desk, talking to the same clerk
that had been there the night before. "Clint, I told you I'd be working
the night shift tonight."
"No, baby, you didn't."
"I did."
"You didn't."
"I so did."
Spike froze. That voice� It
couldn't be, but it was one he'd know anywhere. He was sure that if his heart
had been beating, it would've stopped right then.
"No, baby, you didn't. But no
more arguin'. There's a guest here. Everything all right with your room,
mister?"
Spike swallowed. The voice�the
scene�his mind had to be playing tricks on him. The woman in front of him was
going to turn around, and it was going to be a stranger. Not his�
She turned around and Spike froze.
She gasped, and Spike wasn't quite sure how he kept from grabbing her and never
letting her go. "Slayer�" he said after a moment.
"Spike?"
"You know this guy?"
Clint said from behind the desk. "And why did he just call you
Slayer?"
Buffy blinked, recovering quickly.
"Uh, high school nickname. I, um, met Spike in high school."
"That she did," Spike
said, still trying to recover from the shock of being in the same room as Buffy
again. "And Slayer�well, she always had a way of 'slaying' all the
boys."
Buffy felt herself grow crimson at
Spike's tone. "That was a long time ago," Buffy said. "Um,
Clint, this is Spike. Spike, this is my husband, Clint."
Husband? Spike didn't like the sound of that at all.
"Nice to meet you, Clint," he said, not making the best attempt to
hide the fact that he didn't mean it at all.
"You, too, Spike. And how exactly did you get that little name?"
"Well, you see, I used to
torture people with railroad spikes."
Buffy blanched for a moment before
she started laughing nervously. "He's kidding. You were always such a
kidder, Spike." She turned back to Clint. "It's his hair. See�it's
spikey."
Spike chuckled. "Yeah, it's
the hair. I just like the look I get for the railroad spikes thing."
"See, what did I tell
you�kidder." Buffy turned and gave Spike a look. He couldn't help but
chuckle. It was the same look she'd always given him when she wanted him to
shut up.
"Yeah, real funny guy,"
Clint said, eyeing Spike warily. "So did you need something?"
"Uh, yeah. See, I said last
night that I was only going to be here for a day, but I've gone and changed my
mind. I'd like to have the room for another night." He looked at Buffy.
Clint ground his teeth, not wanting
the man that looked at his wife like that to stay any longer. "Fine. Give
me your money then."
"What, no free lodgings for an
old friend of the wife's?"
Buffy looked at Clint. "He has
a point," she said.
Clint grumbled. "Fine. But I'm
not reimbursing you for last night."
"Fair enough," Spike said,
looking back at Buffy again. She made him ache. He was sure that sometime in
the past five years, she'd gotten even more beautiful.
"Buffy, baby, didn't you have
to get to work?"
Buffy blinked when Clint spoke,
suddenly realizing that Spike had been staring at her�and she had been staring
back. "Yeah, work. Um, nice to see you again, Spike."
"You, too, pet. Maybe we can
catch up later?"
Buffy smiled. "You bet. Have a
good night." She started towards the door, but then stopped. "You're
not hungry, are you?"
Spike chuckled. "No. I'm fine."
"Good. I'll, um, talk to you
later."
Buffy hurried out of the motel's
small office. Seeing Spike again had thrown her off balance. One glance and she
felt her world spinning. She'd tried so hard to rebuild her life, to try to
forget about everything she'd gone through before she'd found her niche here.
Tried to forget the year she'd spent in the hell that had once been L.A. But
now, Spike was here, and everything rushed back to the surface. She took a
deep, calming breath, then walked towards the truck stop where she worked.
After Buffy was gone, Spike looked
over at Clint. "So you and Buffy�" Spike said.
"Yeah. Look, Mr�Spike. Despite
what some people in these parts might say, I'm not a stupid man. I know
somethin' happened between you and my Buffy." Clint watched as Spike's jaw
clenched as he said "My Buffy," and knew his theory had been right.
"But if you lay one hand on her, I'll make you sure as hell wish you
hadn't. And the same goes if you ever call her 'pet' again. Got it?"
Spike narrowed his eyes, fighting
the urge to let his demon face emerge and let Clint know exactly who the real
big bad was. "Yeah, I got it. I'll be going back to my room now."
"Yeah, you do that."
Spike left the office and walked
back towards his room. When he was sure Clint couldn't see him anymore, he
doubled back, heading towards the truck stop he'd seen Buffy going to.
After five years without Buffy in
his life, there was no way he was going to stay away from her now.

***
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"Damn. And it was just today
that I was saying we never get any good lookin' men in this place. I stand
corrected."
Buffy didn't look up from the
coffee maker. "So go flirt or something, Cindy," she said to the
other waitress. She hit the machine in front of her. "Damn piece of garbage.
Never works."
"Turn around, Buffy. You have
to see this guy. He's sin personified."
Buffy froze. Sin personified? If
anyone fit that description� She groaned. He didn't� She turned around. He did.
"Spike," she mumbled under her breath. "Didn't you ever learn
stalking isn't attractive?"
He sat at one of the tables and
waved at Buffy, his expression smug. Cindy frowned. "See this just ain't
fair. You marry the only decent guy in town and you still get the hot travelers."
"It's not what you
think," Buffy said. She looked at Spike, his sexy smirk making her body
tingle in a way it hadn't in such a long time. "I know him."
Cindy raised an eyebrow. "Do
you now?"
Buffy blushed. "Um, yeah. A
long time ago. When I lived in California."
Cindy shook her head. "You
lucky, lucky bitch."
"Not as lucky as you may
think. I'm going to go over there and see what he wants."
Cindy snorted. "The way he's
looking at you, I think I know what he wants."
"Well he's not getting
that." Buffy wiggled her left ring finger. "Happily married
woman." She walked over to Spike's table, her features set in grim
determination. "And what do you want? We don't serve any of your usual
meal of choice."
"Oh, I'm not hungry at all,
pet. I just had a nice snack of a hotel clerk, and�"
Buffy paled. "You didn't. You
wouldn't!"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Please. My soul's not as removable as some. You should know that's just
teasin'"
"Teasing about eating
someone's husband like that is not very funny, Spike," Buffy snapped.
"Aw, lighten up, Slayer. It's
been years, and you're acting like you're not happy to see me."
"I'm not."
Spike blinked, but quickly moved to
cover up the hurt her words had caused. He was an old expert at that after all.
"Afraid I'll put a nasty crimp in your happy little domestic life?"
Spike asked.
"No. There's nothing you could
do to mess up what I have with Clint. I love him, and he loves me."
"How bloody touching."
"Look, I have to work, and
there's really no point in you being here. Just go back to the hotel. We can
talk later."
"Sure there's a point to me
being here. Maybe I'm hungry."
"We don't serve blood,"
Buffy said with a glare.
"Don't want any. Maybe I want
some of that apple pie you Americans are so fond of."
"Spike�"
"You're a waitress, and I'm a
customer. Now be a good girl and bring me some apple pie."
Buffy was fuming. Five years and he
still knew exactly how to get under her skin. "I'll bring that right
out," she said through gritted teeth.
Spike watched her as she walked
away. The shock of seeing her again was starting to wear off and be replaced by
anger. Five years ago she had run out on him, and now she was acting like this.
Well, fine. If that was the way she wanted to play it, Spike would go right
along. Apparently the years and the marriage hadn't matured her one bit.
Spike wasn't surprised when the
other waitress brought him out the pie. She batted her eyelashes sweetly at
him, but Spike didn't notice. His anger was rising more by the moment. Buffy
wasn't even looking at him now. He stood up, putting enough money on the table
to pay for the pie. "Suddenly, I'm not so hungry," he said, storming
out the restaurant with his duster swirling behind him,
Buffy didn't have to look behind
her to know Spike was gone. She slumped forward, wishing it could all just go
away.

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