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Wicked Ways	By : noaluvjames Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

"What are you doing outside of the car?" Spike asked as he approached Buffy.

"Spike look-"

However, before she could say a word Spike already noticed the bump in the back of his car.

"Bloody hell!"

"It wasn't my fault�there was this guy, a large one and he yelled," Buffy stuttered "because I was blocking him and I said I would- not�" Buffy gazed at Spike and saw his eyes narrowing.

"So I had to, you se-"

"Shut up and get in the car Summers," he cut through her rambling.

Buffy obeyed and glanced at him as he sat beside her with an aggravated look on his face.

Spike sighed

"I'm taking you home,"

"What?"

"You heard me �I'm taking you home and that's it �.let your brother deal with this shit�I'm done�didn't need to do it at the first place,"

"But I have to get to college, I need to fix things and I don't have time-"

"I don't care," Spike, groused. "You should have thought about that before you wrecked my car,"

"I told you-"

"Save your breath pet, we're going,"

And with that he started the engine and drove through the exit.

"Oh bugger!" Spike heard a siren as he sped down the highway. He looked in the mirror and saw a police car right behind them.

"Bloody marvelous�just what I needed right now," he muttered sarcastically, and slowed down to a full stop at the roadside.

Buffy looked at him, he was clenching his teeth. This can't be good she thought.

An officer came to Spike's window.

"License and registration please,"

"What seems to be the problem officer?" Spike asked as he searched for the license in his pocket.

"There's a dent in the back of you car, did you know that sir?" the officer seemed occupied with his papers.

"Yes I did," Spike glared at Buffy angrily.

"Yeah, well that's not why I stopped you. You were speeding, please hurry with the license sir," the officer gazed at him warily as Spike continued looking through his pockets.

"Do you have your license with you sir?" the officer asked impatiently

"Maybe it's here," Buffy tried to help and leaned over to the glove compartment

"No!" Spike said harshly but didn't get a chance to stop her.

A bottle of scotch fell into Buffy's lap. Oops

"Have you been drinking sir?" the officer asked.

"No� I can ex-"

"Step out of the vehicle please,"

"Bloody hell," Spike got out of the car with Buffy following him.

"This is all you bloody fault," Spike glared at her from his side of the car.

"My fault� What were you doing keeping liquor in your car?"

"I knew it Summers! You're pure bad luck. Nothing turns out right when it comes to you,"

"Can you two be quiet please?" the officer groused while approaching Spike.

"This is your way of explaining things, me being bad luck? Why won't you look at yourself for a change asshole!"

"This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't wrecked my car at the first place, you bint!"

The officer looked at them in irritation. "If you two won't shut up I'll arrest you for disturbing an officer on duty,"

Buffy and Spike paused mid quarrel, to look at him.

The telephone at the Xander's pub rang and rang, but Xander was too busy in the back room. "Will, can you get that?" he yelled but there was no answer.

"Fine I'll get it myself," he mumbled and went to pick up the phone on the counter.

"Hello?" he answered loudly trying to hear the person on the other end of the line through the deafening voices of the customers.

Willow came to stand beside him and noticed he was frowning.

"Spike slow down," Xander said.

Willow came closer to the phone and heard Spike's yelling, but all she could catch was him saying "sodding police station"

Xander put down the phone with a confused expression.

"What happened?" Willow looked at him puzzled.

"We got disconnected,"

"What did he say?"

"Something about a pole, Buffy, his car, a bitch and a flask,"

"There was a bitch with a flask?"

"No," Xander raised an eyebrow at her question.

Willow gazed at him for a second until it dawned on her what Spike was obviously referring to.

"I heard him mention a police station?" she continued interrogating

"Yeah," Xander paused gazing blankly at her.

"So..?" Willow asked impatiently

"I don't know Will," Xander snapped. "There was a lot of yelling and cursing," he shrugged turning to leave.

"I told you this was a bad idea," Willow followed him to the storeroom

"They'll be fine�from what I heard the police don't have a reason to keep them there,"

"So, what more did Spike say about Buffy?" Willow leant casually on one of the boxes and glared at him.

"You don't wanna know," Xander said with a sideways glance, before returning to his work.

"You stupid bint," Spike put his jacket on as he and Buffy finally got out of the police station

"You're a pig Spike," Buffy walked beside him, following him to the car.

"You're so lucky we cleared the thing with the police or I would have ripped your little throat out,"

"You know what Spike, you belong behind bars. They should have arrested you for being the most disgusting, repulsive person alive."

"They should have arrested you for your stupid hair," he said getting in the car.

"Look, who's talking," Buffy sat beside him, her face reddening with rage.

"Shouldn�t you have like dyed it black or something �for your new job?"

"At least I have a job," he muttered.

"Yeah one where you have to lie about your personality and hide behind a suit�you're worst than a wannabe rebel � you're an hypocrite-"

"I'm a hypocrite?" Spike took his hand from the steering wheel and watched her face closely "You�re the phoniest twit that I ever met Summers. You put on this tough girl act, but you're just a lost little lamb who doesn't fit anywhere and has no one to love,"

"Me! I'm lost? Look at you, you idiot�poor Spiky can't find a job as a legal villain. Can�t be a stock broker who isn't hammered 24/7 �where the hell do you fit in?"

Spike started the engine, revving it loudly to drown out her words.

"Is it a burden Summers?" he asked as they got out the driveway.

"Is what a burden?" she asked bemused.

"Being you," Spike gave her a sideways glance while driving "being right all the time or at least thinking you are," he said firmly.

"Maybe you should ask yourself that question," Buffy murmured not looking at him.

They drove in silence until Buffy noticed they were driving in the wrong direction.

"Where are taking us?" she gazed at him with a warning tone.

"I was thinking about the long run," Spike explained calmly "how much peace and quiet I'll find not seeing you every day, every time I turn around, like being hunted by an annoying ghost,"

"It's not my fault you spend most of your time at Alex's pub,"

"Xander is my friend, it's not his fault he has you as his stepsister,"

"So, you�re driving me to college," it was a statement more then a question.

"That or drive us off a cliff or something 'cause God help me Summers, I rather be taken from a world that has you in it,"

And with that, they continued the drive in silence.

"What is this place?" Buffy asked as she came in through the door

"What doest it look like ducks? It's an inn�" Spike walked beside her.

"We're not staying here," Buffy folded her arms and looked daggers at him.

"Look Summers, it's been a long day. We could have made it before it got dark if you hadn't wasted so much bloody time on packing your awful clothes, and should I mention the accident and the mess you got us in with the police,"

"Gee dramatic much?" Buffy groused and looked around at the pub. She noticed the people sitting at the tables and then something else caught her eye-

"Oh music," Buffy approached the jukebox standing across the room.

Spike clenched his teeth and followed her after taking his keys from the counter, standing next to her, he watched as she looked at the list of songs.

"Summers-"

"Oh U2�you like U2�don't ya Spikey?" She said with a leer

Spike opened his mouth to speak but before he could say a word, she took a few coins out of the back pocket of her jeans and pressed the button. Buffy turned to him as the song began playing, watching his hard expression she got closer, giving him a sly smile.

"What are you smiling about?" Spike asked in a husky voice, seeing her eyes sparkle. A warm feeling washed over him. Bloody bint�what's that about?

Buffy opened her mouth and closed it.

Licking her lips, she paused and gazed at his face.

"Hi," a voice suddenly broke the silence.

Buffy turned to the voice and found a guy standing next to her, smiling.

"Me and the guys," he pointed at his table where his friends were "We were just wondering if you want to join us?"

Buffy was taken aback, this guy actually was cute. He looked like a nice guy, college guy like�

"I'm Gary," he held out his hand.

Buffy smiled and took it.

"I'm-"

"With me," Spike said and the two looked at him surprised

"Sorry," Gary said taking his hand back "I just assumed-" he examined Spike's suit

"No! I'm not with him�I mean he-he isn't-!" Buffy corrected immediately and narrowed her eyes at Spike who raised a brow playfully.

"Oh," The young man gaze wandered between the two.

The three stood for a few seconds until the confused stranger broke the silence

"Anyway�if you�re interested we�re right over there...at the table with all the beer," he chuckled nervously and then walked away, leaving the two still staring at each other.

"What the hell was that?" Buffy snapped

"You really think I'll let you get drunk with a bunch of strangers?"

"What do you care?"

"Frankly I don't�but I'm sure your brother will have something to say about that�among the other things you did today-"

"You wouldn't,"

"Oh I would," Spike stared at her.

"Fine I don't care," Buffy turned on her heels

"Where do you think you're going?" Spike quickly blocked her way.

"To cute guys and beer �and far away from you," she turned to leave again, but felt a hard grip on her arm.

"Are you really that clueless Summers�don't you know what these guys want from you?"

"According to you that will be nothing," Buffy freed her self from his grasp and stared at him.

"You know what, fine! Do what you want�I'll be at room-" he took his keys, said harshly �14�, and then turned to leave.

Buffy sighed and watched him leave then quickly she glanced back and looked at the table where the guys were sitting and smiling at her. She watched them as they put their glasses up inviting her to join them�umm beer good�,

"Balls!" Spike kicked at the chair as he paced in his motel room

"Always thought she's was pain in the arse� never thought she was that stupid,"

Spike stood and looked at the door in front of him "She�s just trying to get on my nerves�that annoying little bitch!" he told himself and then clenching his fists "Arggg�I could� just�Guh�.kill her!"

Spike approached the door, put his hand on the knob, and took a deep breath.

"I'll just go there, and tell her party time is over," he tried to calm himself "and if that won't work�I'll just drag her here kicking and screaming," he smiled inwardly.

Right as he was about to open the door, he heard sounds coming from the hall.

There was giggling.

Someone's very familiar giggling.

Buffy.

"I don't even know you,"

Spike heard Buffy's voice. He could tell they were close by.

"You know all you need to know," a man's voice came to his ears.

There was a pause. Spike hesitated, not knowing if he should intervene

"No�I don't think so," he heard Buffy, her voice was nervous, more serious than before.

"Come on baby," the guy kept insisting

What is he doing to her? And what the fuck am I waiting for?

Spike was about to open the door as he heard Buffy's harsh voice.

"I said no,"

Spike walked out just as she pushed the guy aside.

"Everything alright?" he asked, watching her face. She looked shocked but he could tell she was acutely relived to see him. That's a first.

"Who is this?" the guy asked looking at Buffy.

Spike frowned and approached him slowly.

"I'm the guy who's gonna rip your heart out and make you eat it with a spoon if you won't scram in 5 seconds,"

"Dude-'

"1-" Spike started counting and before he knew it, he and Buffy were standing in the hall alone.

Buffy leaned on the wall behind her "That was very-"

"Quixotic," Spike said gazing at her.

"I was going to say disgusting," Buffy, returned the look.

They both gazed blankly at each other for a moment.

"Well� you�re welcome," Spike mumbled and turned his back

"Spike, wait!"

"What is it Summers?" Spike turned and saw Buffy holding her stomach in agony.

"Are you alright?" he came closer to her watching her lean her head down.

"Pet?"

Spike didn't know what hit him. He felt a warm fluid on his foot. When he looked down, he saw Buffy throwing up.

Buffy took a breath but didn't look up. She was in too much shock to react.

Only one word escaped her lips.

"Oops"

tbc

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