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In Dreams I Walk With You	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Giles Views: 81256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“’Bye, Janice! See you tomorrow!” Man, what a great weekend. Of course, all weekends are great compared to being at home with psycho-Buffy. Wonder what kind of mood she’ll be in today. She brings being a manic-depressive--wait, they call it bipolar these days, don’t they?--to a whole new level. I wish Giles were still around or even Angel. She loved Angel and they were a great team. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he’d stuck around instead of leaving her to sleep with the first guy who came around…and the one after that and the one after that…
Dawn stood indecisively on the doorstep to the house on Revello Drive. Lately she always got this heavy feeling in her stomach whenever she had to come back here. It made her think more and more often about running away from home, an idea she stomped on with heavy mind boots whenever it occurred to her.
She knew, on some gut level, Buffy needed to have her around. She was a burden to her big sister; there was no denying it. But, if Buffy held herself together, it was mostly because she had a little sister to take care of and Dawn wasn’t going to deny her that. It was just that she was so tired of feeling herself to be a necessary nuisance. When was Buffy going to treat her like a sister again?
She pushed open the door and called out, “Hello? Anybody home? Willow? Buffy?”
“In here, Dawn.” She paused in the doorway. Buffy had that weight-of-the-world sound in her voice again and Dawn wanted nothing better than to yell a quick “hello” and bolt up the stairs to the safety of her room.
Get a grip, girl! You’re not a little kid anymore. Buffy thought so when she decided to tell you about Spike. You’ve got to prove she can talk to you like a grownup or she’ll just go back to hiding things from you again.
She walked resolutely into the living room and saw Buffy at the table, the tea things in front of her. “Hey, Buffy. What’s with the tea party for one? Did Alice and the White Rabbit cut out before I got here?” There was no response to her little joke and Dawn abandoned the attempt at humor.
“Buffy? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Her sister raised her eyes to hers and Dawn saw that her eyelids were puffy. Okay, it’s depresso-Buffy again. “What is it? Talk to me, Buffy! What’s going on?”
The small blonde sighed. “Giles was here. We were having tea and--”
“Giles is back! That’s great! Where is he? When did he get here? When can I see him?”
Buffy smiled slightly at her sister’s enthusiastic burbling and waited until she ran out of steam. “He’s at a hotel in town. He got here only today. I guess you can see him later.”
Dawn re-focused on her sister again as she took in the neglected tea tray. “But he was here earlier, right? That’s why the attempt at high tea--or is it low tea? I always get those two mixed up. What did you and him talk about?”
“Not a whole lot. We’ve been having this really bizarro experience with sharing dreams and he was afraid a supernatural event or thing is coming and wanted to help me with it.”
Dawn frowned; there was something missing from this short explanation, she could tell. Besides, it didn’t explain why Buffy had been crying. “What’s really wrong, Buffy? You weren’t making like a sprinkler because of some hellbeast. I-is Giles really all right? You are telling me the truth about that?”
Buffy replied, “Yes, Giles is all right. I was--we had things we needed to discuss but we kinda got off on the wrong foot and he took off.”
“What did you say to him, Buffy? If he leaves again because of you--”
Buffy looked up at her sister, shocked at her choice of words. “You blame me for Giles leaving?”
Dawn took in her sister’s pained face and revised what she was going to say. “No, it was his decision, I guess. But you never really told why he left. I only know he wanted to go back to England, you told us you felt like you were dying inside and then that stupid spell kicked in and Giles was gone. We didn’t even get to say goodbye that time.”
“Join the club.” Buffy’s comment was dry but Dawn could hear the underlying pain. “He saw that I wasn’t handling things and felt that if he stayed I’d always run to him whenever I was in trouble. That’s why he took off. I told him I wouldn’t, that I could rely on him and still stay strong, but that wasn’t good enough. The only way he could solve the problem was by getting out of the way. But he’s back now. He thinks there’s a disaster of the supernatural kind heading our way.”
“Which means he’ll take off again as soon as it’s over.” For a moment Dawn looked as unhappy as Buffy. “So that’s it from now on, huh? He’s only going to show when there’s something gloomy and doomy around? That sucks.”
“That’s pretty much what I said. But we can’t force him to stay and we should make the most of the time he’s here. As soon as we let him get a little more settled, we can go and see him. Maybe tomorrow after school?”
Dawn lit up at the idea. She could get to see Giles again, maybe even convince him to stay. “Sure! I can, like, show him my grades, that I’m improving and stuff and he’ll know that you’re doing a super job of raising me so he won’t think you’re a crappy substitute for mom.”
“Yeah, I know that was my worry,” Buffy grinned. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the table. “So how was your weekend with Janice?” Benching thoughts of Giles for the time being, Buffy listened closely while Dawn told her about her shopping trips with Janice and her friend’s unfortunate new infatuation with the color yellow.
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“Thank you for calling Best Western, world’s largest hotel chain. This is Phyllicia. How may I help you?”
“Hi, Phyllicia. I’d like to talk to a Mr. Rupert Giles in room 911. Could you connect me? Tell him it’s Buffy Summers.” Buffy tapped her fingers as she waited for the call to go through. She was anxious all over again. But Giles had left the door open to get in touch with him again and Dawn would act as a block to keep her from saying anything too revealing.
Let’s deal with the impending doom and keep the personal issues to a minimum. I’m not hiding my feelings from Giles; I’m protecting him.
Yeah, right. Protecting him--or protecting yourself?
“Hello, Buffy?”
“Hi, Giles.” There was a long pause. Man, even talking to him on the phone didn’t get any easier.
“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon after our little altercation of this afternoon.”
“We did break up, uh, that is, stop at a rather awkward place. Seems to be par for the course lately.”
“Yes. Rather. I wish it weren’t so. I suppose that’s why you’ve called me.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Only this time I want Dawn to be with us. She came in afterwards and I told her you’d come back and she really wants to see you again. She…missed you. We both did.” The final admission was made so softly he almost didn’t catch it. His heart beat a little faster at that tenderness. She sounded so differently than from a few hours ago. Such wild mood switches weren’t really conducive to polite conversation but he hoped this one would last until he met her again.
“Um, very well. When do the two of you intend to visit?”
“We were thinking after Dawn gets home from school. We could have a quick dinner and then come out to meet you.”
Giles did a short calculation in his head about the time and distance involved. “Why don’t you simply pick her up at school, bring her here and we could order up something from room service? That would save a lot of driving around on your part.”
“Dinner? You wouldn’t mind? You’ve already done so much for us; I don’t want to put you to that extra expense.”
“It’s no trouble. So I’ll see you both around six?”
Buffy did some quick thinking on her own. “Right. It’s a date. I mean, we’ll both be there. Because this isn’t a date or in any way date-related. We-we’ll be there.”
“Agreed. See you then?” Giles put down the phone before Buffy could embarrass herself further. He had tried to keep the tone light throughout just as he had taken refuge beyond the concerned-father facade. It was a routine he had perfected throughout the years spent as Buffy’s Watcher. But inside he was turning handsprings. There was definitely more going on between them than mere friendship and her final lapsus lingae proved it.
However, she would be bringing Dawn with her and that would put a definite constraint on any personal conversation. Was that perhaps her intention? She wanted to talk to him but not about anything deep or probing and her little sister was the perfect prevention of that. And there was still the matter of Spike…
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Buffy geared up for nightly patrol with much more enthusiasm than usual. She had been slacking off in her duties in that arena; Spike had been right on that score. But tonight she was going to kick some serious demon butt. Dawn had begged to go with her but Buffy was firm.
“Dawn, you know Spike is still out there. Most demons are thicker than government cheese but Spike isn’t which is what makes him mundo dangerous. If I meet up with him, I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
“But Spike wouldn’t try to hurt you, would he? And he likes me. He took care of me all summer while you were dead.”
“And then he ignored you to screw me when I came back.”
“And whose fault is that?” Dawn muttered in a sulky undertone.
Buffy paused in arranging her stakes for handy access. All right, she felt guilty about using Spike the way she had but she was damned if Dawn was going to see him as the jilted abused boyfriend. “Dawn, he took care of you for the same reason he forgot about you. He babysat because I asked him to, because he made a promise to me. The others told me that, so don’t deny it. He only cares about you because you’re my sister. And I’m only important to him because he loves me. When I came back, he had his love toy again and promptly shoved you into the corner to have ugly sex with me. So you tell me. Does that sound as if he likes you?”
Dawn met her sister’s challenging stare for a long while before Buffy sighed and continued in a gentler tone. “Dawn, I’m not saying that Spike doesn’t care about you in his own way. I’m just saying that his attitude is deeply selfish and since he’s not responsible for you or connected to you in any way that counts, he can afford to be indifferent. He hasn’t been around you in the days since I stopped seeing him. Kinda proves my point, doesn’t it?”
Dawn sagged in the chair. She wasn’t blind or stupid and she knew Spike’s behavior towards her had changed ever since Buffy came back. But, if she were honest, his attitude was what it had always been. She could remember as if it were yesterday what he had said that terrible night when she’d been tied on the tower.
Doc had been one of Glory’s followers. She thought that he was a friend because he’d tried to help her resurrect her mother. But he was a demon. Whatever reason he’d had for helping, it hadn’t been done out of any desire to be nice. She didn’t know what his reason was. She’d probably never know. But it had seemed like kindness, at the time.
It was only Buffy’s anger later and Willow and Tara’s dismay that let her see how incredibly stupid she had been to try something like that. But she had been too grief-stricken to see it that way. The demon had tried to help her--therefore, demon good. Buffy, Willow and Tara wanted to stop her--therefore, sister and friends bad.
That was a childish ‘tude to take and she knew it. In 20/20 hindsight she could look back and kick herself mentally and shout, “What was I thinking!? Is that what I wanted--zombie Mom?”
She remembered Doc’s eyes when she saw him on the tower. How utterly lacking in concern they’d been. He hadn’t hated her but he hadn’t cared about her either. He wanted to help Glory so Dawn’s life didn’t matter. He had flashed a glittering knife and an empty smile. “Hey kid. Want to see a trick?”
Then Spike had shown up like some kind of superhero in his swirling black coat. Doc had been mildly surprised like Spike’s appearance was an annoyance instead of a serious threat. Which it had been--Dawn had no illusions on that point. Spike had done his best to protect her but in the end it hadn’t been enough.
But Doc had wondered at Spike’s attempts to protect her. “I don’t smell any hint of a soul on you. Why do you even care?”
“Because I made a promise to a lady.” Not that he cared about Dawn. Not that he liked her. Not that she was a human being who didn’t deserve to die that way. Because he’d promised Buffy. If it hadn’t been for his love for her sister, Spike would have abandoned them long ago--or tried even harder to kill them all.
She glanced up as Buffy prepared to leave the house. “About what time will you be back?”
Buffy paused and sighed heavily. “Dawn, you know I never know for sure. It depends on what kind of demons I meet up with.” Seeing her sister’s frozen look, Buffy added, “I won’t be seeing Spike. You know that. That’s over with.”
Dawn smiled half-heartedly and Buffy knew she wasn’t entirely convinced. After all those nights she came in late and lied about the bruises, bumps, tussled hair, ripped clothes and swollen lips who could blame her? The idea of her sister’s distrust was more than enough to firm Buffy’s resolve.
No more Spike.
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The demon hooted and spewed out another jet of the same sweetish-sour smelling goo. Buffy had already received some of it on her left jacket sleeve and shoes. Having been the target of some nasty and mind-altering demonic substances in the past, she was leery of getting any of this stuff on her skin. The demon didn’t seemed to be tiring at all and her blows were having no effect. The magenta body was distressingly squishy and absorbed her blows easily. She couldn’t find any weak spots at all.
Trying to catch it off balance, she tumbled and caught up her little bag of tricks. It swung at her and she had to duck before she could get the bag open.
Sword, sword, sword…ah ha! Got it! She bounded up, twirling the metal blade confidently in her hand. “Come on, laughing boy, I haven’t got all night. And the spitting? Save that for the ballpark. Here, it’s just rude.” Another jet came her way and she ducked so the stream missed her and went over her head.
“Yuck! If you think I’m a chicken and that’s some kind of basting sauce, you can forget it. The only thing getting stuck on a spit here is you.” Dodging another stream she ran under the monster’s flailing tentacles and rammed the sword home in what she hoped was the creature’s heart. The monster merely grunted with the impact. But her closeness to it caused her to receive a splatter of the fluid right on her neck.
She dodged away but one snakelike limb wrapped around her waist and tossed her several feet through the air to land on the hard cemetery ground. She scrambled up as she tried to retrieve the dropped sword and saw the beasty pelting towards her. The wound hadn’t slowed it at all and she was beginning to wonder just where its vulnerable spots were--or if it had any.
She hefted the sword again just as the demon reached her and this time aimed the swing at the creature’s neck. The sword sliced through the flesh like a hot knife through butter and she watched in amazement as the entire being melted into a puddle all over the ground.
“Huh. So you go for the neck. I’ll remember that it I ever run into another one of you…whatever-you-are.” She peered with distaste at the sword. It was covered with the same slimy ick that was on her clothes and possessed the same stink. She was going to have to find a way to wash that off before she got home or the entire house would be reeking from the smell.
After wiping her weapon on the ground, Buffy straightened up and then it hit her. She was suddenly overcome by a surge of lust so strong the ground seemed to sway under her feet.
Whu-what’s happening to me? The thought vanished almost as quickly as it formed as she felt her nipples tighten and dampness gathering between her thighs. A flush of heat swept over her body and she gasped with the intensity of the sensation.
She remembered Faith had once told her how slaying left her really horny. That was probably how Xander lost his virginity. The brunette Slayer had just finished fighting with some demon or other and the poor boy had been handy. In and out, that was Faith.
This was like the same thing but she’d never felt it like this. This was a thousand times stronger than anything she had ever had with Angel and she still could remember the passion they’d shared when making out on patrols.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was artificial and had to do with the demon oozing all over the ground like strawberry jam. But intelligent thought was rapidly exiting the building. Sinking to the ground, she gripped herself tightly as another wave of heat flared in her.
“What’s the matter, Slayer? Got an itch you can’t scratch? Let Spike take care of it. It’s been awhile since you and I had a go.” The despised voice floated through the air and she lifted her head heavily as the vampire came swaggering out of the trees.
Shit, I don’t need this crap right now. Why is he…this is way too convenient.
Spike grinned down at Buffy as she struggled to stand. “Damn, Buffy, I could scent you from yards away. The way you smell I’m surprised that every vampire in the area isn’t heading this way. C’mon, luv, let’s get to my crypt before we have unwanted company.”
Buffy was at last upright and ducked out of reach of Spike’s outstretched hand. “Get away from me, you asshole.”
Spike’s smile didn’t falter and he glided closer to her. “You don’t mean that, luv. You want me and I want you so there’ll be no false modesty now. If you’re too much in a hurry, we can just do it out here. We’ve had sex in more uncomfortable places than this.”
She backed away again, shaking her head. “No, I don’t want you. I’m sick of you. It’s over, Spike. You never meant anything more to me than a cheap lay, emphasis on the cheap, and I’m not interested anymore.”
The peroxide vampire was stung but did his best to hide it. “Your lips may say no but, thanks to that pherognosis demon, your body’s screaming yes.”
The demon…she knew it. She glared at him from sparking hazel eyes and hissed, “You had something to do with this, didn’t you? You arranged this.”
That vicious grin was back again and he threw up his hands in mock surrender. “Guilty as charged, Slayer. I had to beat up and intimidate a lot of demons to get this one to Sunnydale but I think it’s gonna be worth it. What are you going to do about it? The effects last for hours and, if you don’t take care of the urge, you’ll really be hurting in a short while.”
He moved close to her again and lowered his voice suggestively. “First you get moist and sweaty between the legs. Then the itch gets so bad you’re ready to hump trees just to get rid of it. Finally it’s like a fever all over your body; you get so hot you can literally melt ice. You think you’re going to die but you don’t and, like I said, the effects last for hours. I don’t think any living creature can hold out that long and you’ve already given in to ordinary lust on more than one occasion, as we both know.
“So why fight it? Let’s dance, Slayer.” Spike lunged towards her only to be met with a roundhouse swing to his face. He staggered back, both hands clapped to his face as the pain bloomed between his eyes.
“Fugg!” He brought his hands away to gaze in disbelief at the blood coating them. “My node! You bwoke my node!”
“That’s not all I’m gonna break if you don’t get away from me right now.” Buffy’s next swing was wild and off center and Spike backed out of range.
Okay, the Slayer was putting up a resistance but that didn’t mean the demon hadn’t done its job. She was deeply aroused; he could still smell it. It wouldn’t be the first time that violent foreplay had figured in their lovemaking. Soon Buffy’s will would break down under the onslaught of the demon’s venom and she would give in to him.
Only, as the moments passed, it seemed less and less likely that was going to happen. Buffy’s blows grew more focused as she concentrated on her breathing and tried desperately to ignore the increasing ache in her groin.
This is Spike, remember? You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You don’t want him. You don’t want him. You want…Giles. Remember Giles. Remember Giles. Unbidden, images of her Watcher came into her mind and she latched onto them fiercely.
Giles…carrying her body when Amy’s mother had hit her with a blood spell. Giles comforting her after the visit from the Watcher’s Council when they faced off against Glory. Giles standing up for her against Travers after the Cruciamentum. Giles from earlier this afternoon…with that green shirt and those lovely, lovely green eyes. The phantom Giles of her dreams.
That was a mistake. The sexual images flooded her mind and the craving, momentarily forgotten, hit her with renewed force. She leaned back against a tree, shaking hard like a junkie in the grip of withdrawal.
Spike watched her for a moment and then staggered up to her. He spat hard and grimly noted a white tooth landing in bloody sputum on the ground. Damn, that was one of my chewing teeth. She’s going to pay for that.
“All ride, Thlayer, fun’th fun. But I thay we didpenth with the preliminarieth and get down to the niddy griddy.” His busted nose and missing tooth were making a mockery of his usual drawl but he didn’t care. It was time to end this.
Buffy peered at him out of glazed eyes and extended one trembling hand. “You’re right, Spike. I know who I want now…and there’s only one person who can fix this.”
He peered at her warily. Her abrupt surrender was a little suspicious but her strong scent was overcoming his caution. He was randy himself, had been for nights, and he wasn’t going to let a few scruples stop him now. He pressed against her--only to feel his throat seized in an iron grip.
“I know who I want--and it isn’t you.” The words were whispered in his ear almost like a kiss. And then her fist connected with his jaw and the lights went out.

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