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Chapter 20

�Package for you,� Lindsey
sang, sending a large brown envelope sailing through the air toward Spike. �It
looks like something from Buffy.�

Spike grabbed the envelope
before it managed to land on his stomach. He flipped it over to look at the
return address. There wasn�t one and the handwriting didn�t look like Buffy�s
but the postmark said it was from Sunnydale. Not knowing anyone else from
there, he figured it had to be from her. He sat up in anticipation, feeling
along the sides of it, and trying to figure out what it was. His worst
nightmare swept through him as he realized it just felt like some papers. A
letter? A letter saying that she didn�t want to see him anymore.

His fingers trembling, Spike
ripped the envelope open, allowing the contents to spill onto his bed. He
gasped as he stared down at the photos of Buffy that were spread across his
bed. They were all shots of her nude in various compromising positions. His
fear turned to anger that she�d allowed someone else to see what he considered
his�her body.

�Oh, my god,� Lindsey said,
over his shoulder. �She goes from virgin to centerfold in the space of only a
couple of months.�

�It�s not her,� Spike said
with conviction.

It was evident on second
look so he didn�t mind when Lindsey leaned closer to take a better look.

�You�re right,� Lindsey
said, his finger tracing the breast of the girl�s body. �She doesn�t have that
mole that Buffy has on her left breast.�

�How the bloody hell?� Spike
asked, letting his overwhelming emotions loose on his friend as he turned.

�Whoa, whoa,� Lindsey said,
stepping back with hands raised. �I�ve known the girl all her life including
the phase when all she ran around in was diapers. Haven�t seen anything I
shouldn�t have, believe me.�

Spike knew his friend wasn�t
lying. Lindsey would have told him a long time ago if there had been anything
between him and his girl. Or she would have. He trusted both of them implicitly.
He turned back to the photos still disbelieving what he was seeing.

�Sorry,� Spike responded,
rubbing his brow. �Who the hell would have done this? It�s almost too good, you
know. If I�,� he laughed. �If we didn�t know Buffy so intimately then we never
would have known it wasn�t her.�

�Drusilla?� Lindsey said,
bringing up the obvious as he took a seat on his bed. �But does she have the smarts to pull
something like this off?�

Spike shook his head. It
wasn�t the smarts that Drusilla didn�t have but the patience. The woman he knew
was always flitting about from one thing to another always looking for the next
thing to entertain her. It was one of the reasons her obsession with him was so
mind boggling. Why couldn�t she have found someone else?

�Yeah, but one of her new
buddies does,� Spike said, as the memory of Drusilla and Warren came back to him. �I saw her with Warren at the Pizza Palace the last time Harmony and the others were in town.�

�Really?� Lindsey remarked.
�Now that�s a strange pair. I wonder why he�d help her.�

�Sex,� Spike laughed.
�Drusilla may want me but I�m not the only one. I wouldn�t put it past her to
be willing to make a trade like that.�

�Okay, visual that I didn�t
need,� Lindsey replied, screwing up his face and putting his hand on his
stomach. �So, do we confront her or Warren about this?�

�I can�t go around her,�
Spike said, remembering his advisor�s words. �But Warren I could, but I wonder
why he would want to get himself into trouble? I mean Dru�s hot but is she worth
getting expelled for?�

�Exactly,� Lindsey
agreed. �I would think he�d get some
other sucker to do it for him. Who does he hang with that would and could do
it?�

�Andrew,� they both said,
looking up at each other with broad grins.

It was the logical choice of
Warren�s cohorts. Andrew was the senior photographer on the
campus newspaper and had access to all the equipment.

�Let�s go,� Spike said,
jumping up. He grabbed his coat and headed out the door with Lindsey right
behind him.

The newspaper office was on
the other side of campus so they took Spike�s car so they could get there quicker.
It seemed fate was against them because they hit every red-light on the way.
Spike was fuming by the time he pulled into a parking space. He didn�t even
look back or wait for Lindsey as he high tailed it into the building. His
friend barely caught up to him by the time Spike pushed open the door into the
lab.

Everyone turned to look at
them including Andrew, who took one look at Spike and ran into the darkroom.
The light flashed on.

�Open up, pipsqueak,� Spike
ordered, knocking on the door. �Just need to talk to you.�

�Uh, can�t sorry,� Andrew
replied, sounding like he was against the door. �We�re developing in here.�

�Andrew, come on. This is
ridiculous. Open up the door and talk to me.�

�Are you going to hit me?�
Andrew questioned, making Spike and Lindsey laugh.

�No, he won�t hit you,�
Lindsey promised. �We just need some information and from your guilty act I�d say you have what we
need.�

Spike rattled the doorknob hoping
to intimidate Andrew into opening the door. All he heard was a squeaky yelp in
reply. He rolled his eyes in frustration. This was getting him no where. If
someone was really developing photos, he didn�t want to be responsible for
ruining them, but he needed answers. The sooner the better.

�Look, mate,� Spike called
through the door. �You can either talk to me or I�m going to call the cops and
you can talk to them.�

�Okay, okay,� Andrew opened
the door a few inches and peered out. �Back up and I�ll come out.� After the
two backed up, he stepped out of the darkroom. �I didn�t anything wrong�,� he
started but Spike cut him off.

�Bloody hell you did,� Spike
ranted, not caring at the scene he was making. He really hoped that his and
Lindsey�s suspicions were correct. �You manipulated photos of my girl to make it look like she posed naked.
So, just admit it.�

�How do you know it was me?�
Andrew protested. �What would I have against Buffy?� Realizing he had just
admitted his part in the scheme, he started to shake. �Look, Warren told me that if I didn�t do it, he�d get me kicked
off the paper. He and that scary chick have a lot of influence on campus.�

It was all he needed. Spike
felt his hand curl into a fist but forced himself to calm down. This time the
administration would have to listen to his complaints. He grabbed Andrew by the
back of his collar.

�How about you tell that to
the dean?�

�I�ll go,� Andrew squeaked.
�Let up on the clothes. This is a very expensive shirt, by the way. Not that
you would know anything about labels with the way you dress.�

�Shut up, pipsqueak,� Spike
said, letting him loose. �Let�s go.�

Without a word, Andrew led
the way out of the lab with Spike and Lindsey following. It was time for
something to be done about Drusilla and Spike vowed to do whatever it took to
put her into her place.

~~~~~~~~

Two hours later found the
three men crossing the line into Sunnydale. Once again Spike had found himself
without any recourse. The dean had told them that they needed Buffy to make a
formal complaint. The photos were of her therefore Spike didn�t have any say in
the matter. If she would come in then they would take it from there. So, they
were on their way to get Buffy. He just hoped the McDonald�s gave him the
chance to explain before chasing him off with a shotgun.

His heart was racing as he
drove up the long drive to the house then it started to pound as he saw a
blonde head poke out of the barn to see who was pulling up. He pulled to a stop
behind the McDonald�s truck. Climbing out of the truck he could see Buffy
hesitating just outside the barn. She was looking back and forth between him
and the house. He understood the worried expression on her face. This was
definitely breaking the rules. Suddenly she was running toward him. He�d won
out over getting in trouble. He grinned as he walked toward her then held his
arms out to gather her close to him.

�You�re here,� Buffy mumbled
against his neck. �I can�t believe you�re holding me.� She hopped up, wrapping
her legs around his waist. �Oh, god, I�ve missed you so much.�

�I�ve missed you, too,�
Spike whispered, squeezing her tight. Nothing in his life felt as good as
touching her again. �I love you so much.�

�I love you, too,� Buffy
said, sliding down his body until she was on her feet again. �What are you
doing here?� She looked toward the house again. �Everyone is home.�

�I�ve got good reason, Luv.
This is Andrew,� Spike said, gesturing toward the young man. �He�s got
something to apologize to you for.�

�What for?� Buffy asked,
sliding closer to his side. She gazed up at him. �Spike, what�s going on?�

Spike slipped a comforting
arm around her shoulders. �Let�s go inside and we can talk about it.�

�Come on,� Lindsey agreed,
starting for the house. �Mom and Dad should be there, too.�

Buffy dug in her heels
though, refusing to move. �Tell me what happened.� Her arms crossed in front
her. �Now, buster, before I get really upset.� The toe of her boot was tapping
impatiently against the ground.

�You two go on,� Spike said.
�Maybe she should see these in private first.�

It was then that Buffy�s
eyes lighted on the brown envelope in his hand. She grabbed it before he had a
chance to stop her. There really wasn�t any gentle way to prepare her for the
contents. Spike knew all he could do was be there to support her and let her
know he was going to make sure someone paid for doing it. He watched as she
went through the various photographs. Her face became angrier with each one.

�That little shit in there
did these?� Buffy asked, thrusting the envelope and photos back into his hand.
He didn�t react in time and some of them fell at his feet.

�Yeah, he did..,� Spike
started as he crouched to pick them up but she was gone. Her cowboy boots were
making dust to the house. He grabbed the last one and started running after
her, but Buffy was already in the house. By the time he got to the door, Andrew
was cowering behind Mr. McDonald while Lindsey was holding Buffy back.

�I�m going to wring your
scrawny neck,� Buffy shouted. �Then I�m going to pound your face in then I�m��

Spike laughed. He should
have known. This was Buffy. Not some shrinking violet who needed protection.
She came out fighting with both fists drawn. It was one of the reasons he�d
fallen for her in the first place.

�Hate to ruin the joke,�
Lindsey said, struggling to hold the petite blonde back. �But you could lend a
hand here. She�s already bruised the hell out of my shin. Ow, damn it, Buffy,�
Lindsey yelled the last part as the heel of her boot came down on his instep.

She took off across the
kitchen but Spike grabbed her around the waist and picked her up. �Slow down,
lamb,� he said. �He was forced into it and we need him alive to catch the other
ones.�

�Oh, I�ll leave him alive,�
Buffy promised, twisting to get away from him.

�Oh, my gosh,� Mrs. McDonald
exclaimed, as she took the photos from Spike. Everyone froze as a blush covered
the older woman�s cheeks. �How did�? Buffy, you didn�t, did you?�

Lindsey snatched them from
her hand. �No, Mom, they�re manipulations.�

�Very good ones if I may say
so,� Andrew said. �I found the one photos online then I cut Buffy�s head off of
the photos I was given and voila, centerfold�uh, I think I�ll shut up now.�

Andrew tried to back away
from the crowd of angry people, but he was stopped by the solid body of Mr.
McDonald. �Look, I�m really sorry, Buffy, but they said they�d get me off the
school newspaper.�

�Who did?� Buffy asked,
taking a step closer to Andrew. The guy couldn�t move because he was surrounded
now.

�By Warren and Spike�s fianc�e, Drusilla��

�Excuse me,� Buffy repeated,
whirling back to Spike. �Care to explain that one?�

Spike knew he was the one
caught now. He�d never really told Buffy that much about Drusilla or that she
was stalking him. There hadn�t been anything she could do and he didn�t want to
worry her. Besides by the time they were together, Drusilla should have been
very far in his past. He hadn�t counted on this.

�My ex-girlfriend,� Spike
said. �She�s been quite of�well, she�s been��

�You never told her,�
Lindsey said in disbelief. �Oh man, you are in trouble.�

The next thing Spike knew he
was backed against the wall with the labels of his coat clutched in Buffy�s
hands. There was fire in her eyes and a murderous death wish on her face. He
closed his eyes and prayed for divine intervention to do something before his
girl decided to castrate him.

To be continued�
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