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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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- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Epilogue
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When Spike woke up again, the sun
was beginning to sink over the horizon. He smiled to himself as he remembered
the last thing he'd seen before he'd fallen asleep. Buffy�
She'd put him to bed and cleaned off a cut he didn't even remember getting.
She'd told him she didn't want him
around, but her actions said otherwise. Husband or no, he wasn't leaving until
he got something from her, even if it was just an acknowledgement that he'd
meant something to her in the past.
Spike waited for the sun to go down
before going back to the truck stop, hoping he'd find Buffy there.

***
*** ***
Spike frowned as he surveyed the
small restaurant. No Buffy. He frowned harder when he saw that other waitress
from the night before coming towards him. He really was not in the mood for
this.
"Can I help you, hon?"
she asked, giving him a coy smile.
"Is Buffy working tonight, uh,
Cindy?" Spike asked, reading her name tag.
"She's not supposed to come in
until later."
"Later
when?"
Cindy ran her fingers down Spike's
arm. "Why does it matter? I'm
here now."
Spike stepped back. "I really
just wanted to talk to Buffy."
Cindy pouted. "She won't be in
until ten."
"I'll come back then."
Cindy grabbed his shoulder.
"Are you really sure you want to leave now, handsome. I got a break comin'
up�"
Spike glared, pulling his arm away
from her. "Yes." He pointed to a table of people. "Go back to
work."
Cindy pouted. "Fine.
But Buffy isn't interested. She told me so last night. Said
she never cared one bit about you."
Spike started to give the woman a
piece of his mind when he realized that that would probably lead to having to
hear her talk more. He settled for giving her a warning look before leaving.
A brunette walked up behind Cindy,
crossing her arms in front of her as she watched Spike leave. "He's
proving to be rather troublesome."
Cindy nodded. "Clint said he
would already be gone."
"Hopefully he will be soon. He
can't be allowed to ruin everything."
"And if he doesn't
leave?"
The brunette smiled slowly.
"Then he can be�persuaded."

***
*** ***
"Evenin',
pet."
Buffy jumped, turning around to see
Spike leaning against the alley wall. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for
you. The blonde in there
said your shift started at ten."
"Yeah, it does. I need to get
inside."
"You still got a few
minutes," Spike said. "Let me talk to you for a moment."
"I don't want to talk to you,
Spike," Buffy said. "I don't want you here. I want to stay away from
you."
Spike shrugged. "What's new? Look,
I'm not here to try anything. It's just�it's been a long time, Buffy."
"I don't want you here. I want
to stay away from you."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "You
already said that."
Buffy turned away. "Please,
just leave."
"Buffy, come on. Just talk to
me for a moment. I want to know how you've been."
"I'm fine," Buffy said.
"Happily married and everything."
"I noticed."
"Can I go to work now?"
Spike sighed. "Buffy� Look, I
haven't seen you, or any of the Sunnydale gang for that matter, in five years,
and contrary to what you might believe, I've wondered about you�all of
you." Buffy stared at him for a moment, and Spike asked. "How's the
nibblet?"
"Huh?"
"Dawn."
"Oh. Right.
Dawn and I don't talk anymore."
Spike frowned. "You don't talk
to your sister anymore? Since when?"
"Since Clint and I got
married. He said he didn't want any family baggage messing up our life
together, and I agree completely."
Spike didn't like the sound of
that. Buffy had once thrown herself off a tower to save her sister, and now she
wasn't talking to her because her husband said so? It didn't add up. "How
long has it been since you talked to her?"
"Clint and I have been married
almost a year now, so about that long.
"And you're never going to
talk to her again?" Spike asked uncertainly.
"No. I'm not going to talk to
any of them. They would distract from my new life. Look, Spike, it's been sort
of nice to see you, but I don't want you here and�"
"You want to stay away from
me," Spike finished for her. "Yeah, I got it. I'm gonna just�go back
to the motel."
"And leave tonight?"
Buffy asked hopefully.
"Maybe�" Spike said,
backing away. Something wasn't right here, and he wasn't about to leave Buffy
until he knew what it was. "See you around, pet."
"Good bye, Spike." Buffy
walked into the building.
Spike headed back to the motel. He
needed to come up with something that could help him get to the bottom of
things.

***
*** ***
Spike went straight to the phone. He
had to get in touch with some of Buffy's old friends, had to find out when the
last time she'd spoken to any of them was. Maybe they could help him figure out
what was going on.
He froze as he picked up the receiver.
He had no clue how to reach a single one of them, not even Angel. He frowned,
realizing he wasn't even sure what country any of them were in these days.
Before the near-end-of-the-world in L.A., Dawn and Buffy had been living in
Rome. Was Dawn there now?
Spike knew what he had to do. Buffy
said she hadn't spoken to any of her friends in a year, but did that mean she'd
gotten rid of anyway to contact them?
He'd noticed an add-on to the back
of the motel that he assumed was where Buffy and her husband lived. If he could
sneak back there, possibly he could find some way of getting in contact with
someone who could shine some light on the current situation. He left the motel
room, taking a quick glance to make sure that Clint was still at the front desk
before going around to the back. Deciding to choose time over stealth, he broke
a window, reaching in through the shattered pane to unlock the window and then
push it open. If it turned out he was just paranoid, well, Buffy could beat him
up for it later.
He didn't risk turning on a light,
his vampiric senses allowing him to see well enough in the dark. He crept into
the bedroom, going to a desk near the closet. He opened the drawers, searching
for something that might tell him what he needed, possibly an address book.
"Care to tell me why you're
snooping around my bedroom?"
Spike turned around, coming face to
face with Clint. "Lookin' for a lighter?" he offered.
Clint glared. "How dumb do you
think I am, punk?"
"Um, I was going with fairly,
bordering on really. Thanks for asking."
"Look, I don't know what
you're tryin' to pull, but Buffy is my woman now, so you best just stay
away."
Spike groaned inwardly. Was this
guy going to start beating his chest in a moment? What was with Buffy and the Cro-Magnon
types? "Look, I'm not here for Buffy."
Clint crossed his arms. "Then why
are you here, Stick was it?"
"Spike," Spike snapped.
"I was here because�you wouldn't by any chance know how to contact Buffy's
sister, Dawn, would you?"
"Buffy ain't got no sister."
"Uh, yes, she does. Bit taller than Buffy, long brown hair. Talks
a lot. Dawn."
"I know who you mean, but she'
ain't Buffy's sister. Not anymore. Buffy doesn't need anyone but me."
"Well, you're a right
possessive bastard, now aren't you," Spike said, glaring at Clint. He
didn't like the idea of someone taking Buffy away from Dawn. The bit had lost
enough as it was.
Clint grabbed Spike by the collar,
shoving him against the wall. "Yes, I am. And you stay the hell away from
my wife, or I'll hurt you somethin' awful." Clint dropped Spike, then punched him hard in the stomach.
That was it for Spike. He switched
to his game face, grabbing Clint and reversing their positions, holding him
against the wall. "Look, you git, I know something's not right here, and I
know you have something to do with it. What's happened to Buffy?"
Spike expected Clint to cower in
fear at the sight of a vampire staring down at him. Instead, he just smirked, then reached up, grabbing Spike's arm and wrenching it
behind his back almost hard enough to snap it. Spike called out in surprise and
pain. He looked up to see Clint suddenly growing larger, her appearance changing
to one decidedly demonic. Spike groaned. "Bloody hell�"
Suddenly, Spike felt a sharp blow
to the back of his head and everything went black.
Clint fixed his demonic gaze on
Spike's limp body for a moment before looking up at the brunette woman who
stood over him. "What shall we do with the vampire?"
"Take him back to his room for
now."
"What about the Slayer? He
will tell her what has transpired here."
The brunette waved her hand.
"She will not believe him. You will see to that."
"Yes, I will."
"The vampire will be gone
soon," the brunette said. "And if not, well, I shall deal with
it."
Clint nodded, then hoisted Spike
over his shoulder and carried him out of the apartment.

***
*** ***
Spike woke with a pounding
headache. He looked around his motel room to find it in disarray again, several
empty Jack Daniels bottles scattered around. "I didn't drink last night�did
I?" he said, surveying the room.
The previous night was a bit hazy,
but he was fairly positive he remembered Buffy's new husband being a demon. He
decided Clint must have arranged the room the way it was, tried to make it look
like it had all been a drunken hallucination. But Spike knew better. He was
well versed in the difference between the type of headache caused by a hangover
and the kind caused by a sharp blow to the skull, and this was definitely the
latter. He knew it was daylight, but he didn't care. He had to get to Buffy. She
had to know what was going on before it was too late.
Spike ripped the comforter off the
bed and ran out the motel room. He saw Clint dozing at the front desk and
decided to look for Buffy in the apartment. He kicked the door without
preamble, calling her name as he entered the small dwelling.
Buffy came out of
the bedroom simultaneously rubbing her eyes and trying to smooth down her hair. "Spike! What
are doing here?"
"We have to get out of here,"
Spike said, taking hold of her arms. "Clint�he's not what you think."
"Spike, what are you going on
about?"
"He's a demon, Buffy. A right big ugly one, too."
"Spike, have you been drinking
again?"
"No!"
"You smell like you
have."
Spike sighed. "Look, when I
woke up this morning there were empty bottles in the room, and I think some of
it got poured on me, too. But I didn't drink it. I came here last night, ran
into your husband, he turned into a
demon, and someone clunked me on the head from behind. I came straight to you
as soon as I could."
"Look, Spike, I know you're
jealous, but this is ridiculous."
"I'm not bloody jealous!"
Buffy raised an eyebrow, and Spike sighed. "Okay, maybe I am, but that's
not why I'm saying this. I know what happened last night, Buffy!"
Buffy pulled away from him, putting
her hands on her hips. "Yeah, and so do I. You got upset when I turned you
away at my work, you got drunk�again�and passed out.
Somewhere during all that you either hallucinated or fabricated this whole thing
about Clint being a demon."
"No! Buffy, I swear, that
isn't what happened! I was here, last night. You�you have a desk in your
bedroom. Cherry wood, with a stack of bills on the left side
and a green pen sitting by the lamp. And your sheets are purple with
flowers on 'em."
"Spike, all that proves is
you're still a stalker. A creepy, creepy stalker."
"Buffy, please, you have to
believe me!"
"What's going on in
here?"
Spike groaned as he heard Clint
barge in. "Just havin' a little chat with the missus," he told Clint
through gritted teeth.
"Get out of my apartment
now," Clint yelled.
"Clint, honey, Spike was just
leaving�weren't you Spike?"
"Buffy�" Spike said,
pleading with her with his eyes.
"Leave, Spike."
Spike slumped in defeat. He knew he
wasn't going to get anywhere with Buffy this way. He needed proof. He wrapped
back in the comforter and went back to his room.
"Did he just put a blanket
over his head?" Clint asked.
"He's, um, hung-over,"
Buffy said. "Makes the sun too bright for his
eyes."
Clint frowned. "Oh. Baby, what
was he saying to you?"
"It was nothing. He just drank
too much last night and got some crazy ideas in his head. He's not exactly what
you'd call a stable individual."
"He didn't try to hurt ya, did
he?"
"No. He was just being an
idiot." Buffy bit her bottom lip. "Clint,
was Spike in our apartment last night."
"I wasn't
gonna say nothin',"
Clint said with a sigh. "Didn't want you worryin' that pretty little head of yours. But yeah, caught him snoopin' last night.
We had a few words, and then he left."
"What happened exactly?"
Buffy asked.
Clint moved closer to her, tilting
her head so he could look down into her eyes. "It was nothing. You don't
want to know any more about it."
Buffy blinked. "Yeah,
nothing. I don't want to know any more about it."
Clint kissed her forehead.
"That's my girl. Now why don't you go on and get some more rest. These
late nights workin' really take it outta you."
Buffy kissed him. "All right. I'll see you this afternoon?"
"You bet. Love you, babydoll."
"Love you, too."

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