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Been Here Too Few Years	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 18659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy stood on a beach, watching as
the sun set into the ocean. She could feel the breeze blowing through her
golden hair, and she closed her eyes, smiling. Everything was peaceful, as if all
the pain she'd known in the past few years had simply melted away.
She felt strong arms wrap around
her, and she leaned back, resting against the comforting firmness of his chest.
"You're here."
"I'm always here," a
voice rumbled in her ear. "I'll always be here. With you."
Buffy turned then, looking into
dark, soulful eyes. "Angel�"
Angel smiled sadly, stroking
Buffy's cheek. Then, in a flash, he was gone, and Buffy was alone in an alley.
She looked around, her heart beating faster as she realized where she was.
"No�" she said softly, tears stinging her eyes. "Not here!
Anywhere but here, please."
"Buffy!"
Buffy turned sharply at the sound
of Angel's voice, watching as the bullet tore through his body. She ran to him
as he slumped to the ground, and cradled his head in his lap. "Don't leave
me," she begged through tears. "Don't leave me this time,
please."
"I have to. You know I have to."
"No! I can't do it anymore. I
can't be alone�" Angel's eyes closed, and Buffy held him tightly, mouthing
silent pleas as she sobbed.
"This is your fault, you
know."
Buffy looked up to see a second
Angel standing in front of her, pointing to the dead body that she still held.
"I�I didn't mean�"
"If it wasn't for you, I
wouldn't be dead. You killed me, Buffy. You have no one to blame for your
misery but yourself."
Buffy looked down at the blood
covering her hands. "I'm so sorry. I never thought this would happen. I
thought�I thought we'd be happy."
"Guess you were wrong."
Buffy sat up in her bed, clutching
her sheets to her. She trembled, trying to tell herself it was only a dream.
But it wasn't just a dream. She was
alone. Angel was dead�and it was all her fault.
For the second time that night,
Buffy cried herself to sleep.

***
*** ***
Buffy was grateful to see Spike was
wearing a shirt the next morning. Granted, that was only because he had quite
obviously passed out in his clothes, but if it meant she didn't have to see his
bare chest, then she really didn't care.
By the time she'd finished getting
dressed for work, Spike hadn't moved. Buffy got her keys and started out the
door, but stopped when she was hit with a sudden concern. What if he was dead?
She knew it was a bit farfetched, but she'd heard stories of people getting
drunk, passing out face down, and choking to death. Shouldn't she make sure she
didn't have a corpse in her apartment before she went to work?
Dropping her purse and keys on the
table, Buffy went over to Spike and knelt beside the couch. She watched him for
a moment, trying to decide exactly how to figure out if he was still among the
living. His face was turned away from her, and with him lying on his back, she
couldn't quite tell if he was breathing or not.
She leaned over him, reaching out
tentatively to place her hand under his nose. Suddenly, Spike turned, grabbing
her hand as he did and pulling her on to him. Buffy yelped, sprawling out on
top of him ungracefully. She tried to push herself up, but Spike had wrapped
her arm around her waist, keeping her pinned.
Buffy sighed heavily. Why was he here?
Didn't her life suck enough without him in it? She squirmed, attempting to work
her way off of Spike. Instead, she managed to dump them both off the couch,
landing with her on the floor and Spike on top of her.
It was then that Spike woke,
blinking as he noticed their positions. "Buffy? How�"
"I was checking to see if you
were dead," Buffy replied with a glare.
"Huh?"
"Get off me," Buffy
snapped, trying to push at his chest again.
Spike stood, rubbing his head.
"I thought I fell asleep on the couch."
"You did," Buffy replied,
standing and brushing herself off.
"That doesn't explain why I
woke up on top of you, on the floor," Spike said with a frown.
"I told you�I was checking to
see if you were dead."
"Maybe it's just the
hangover's fault, but that doesn't make a lot of sense."
Buffy sighed heavily. "You
weren't moving, so I came to see if you were breathing, and then somehow we
ended up on the floor�okay?"
"Right. Whatever. I just want
to go back to sleep."
"Fine. I'm late for work
anyway. Bye."
"See you," Spike mumbled,
lying back down on the couch.
It wasn't until Buffy was walking
away from the apartment building that she thought about what had happened. She
remembered the way Spike had felt stretched on top of her, and she blushed. His
body was tight and well-muscled, and it had felt even better than it had looked�
Buffy shook her head. Spike's body
hadn't looked good at all. Too skinny, she reminded herself. And it hadn't felt
nice either. She wasn't attracted to Spike. Not at all. She pushed those
thoughts out of her head, concentrating on the long day she was facing instead.

***
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"You know, you've been wiping
off that same section of the counter for five minutes."
Buffy looked up at Willow. "Oh.
It's um�really dirty."
"Or maybe you're really out of
it. You've been here since the breakfast shift, Buffy. It's a slow day�tell Anya
you need to go home. She'll let you. Rat-man Snyder isn't here."
"I can't," Buffy said, still
running the wet rag over the counter. "You know I need the money,
Wills."
"I know. You just look
beat," Willow replied. "Is it because of your second job?"
"No. Percy was at it again
with the music last night. And then I had a nightmare. So between the two, it
wasn't a big night for sleep."
Willow frowned. "A nightmare?
About what?"
Buffy shifted uncomfortably.
"I don't remember," she lied, hoping she could convince Willow enough
that she'd drop the subject.
"Nightmares suck," Willow
said. "I have this recurring one where I'm about to go on stage, but I
didn't even know I was in a play, so I don't know any of my lines." She
frowned. "And then I'm chased by this guy carrying a plate of cheese. I
don't know what that's all about."
Buffy quirked her eyebrow.
"Cheese?" she asked, grateful that the subject had moved away from
her own dream.
"Yeah. It's weird. So what are
your plans after you get out of here?"
"I'm working the other job
tonight," Buffy replied. "Until two."
"Two? In the morning? Geez,
with your shift here and then that, you're pulling like a seventeen hour
day!"
"I have two hours in between,"
Buffy replied. "Besides, I have tomorrow off. I can just be lazy Buffy.
Well, except for that paper I have to write."
"Buffy, I wo�"
"I know, Willow. You worry.
But don't. I can handle myself. All that matters right now is having enough
money to stay housed while I'm finishing school."
Willow frowned. She knew there was
nothing she could say to convince Buffy that she was pushing herself too hard. The
door opened, and Willow looked up as a tall man walked in. She nudged Buffy.
"Look, it's Riley," she whispered.
"I can see it's Riley,"
Buffy replied. "So?"
"So�go take his order,"
Willow said, gently pushing Buffy towards the register. Buffy sighed, dropping
the rag to the counter as she did.
"Can I help you?" Buffy
asked.
Riley's hands were shoved in his
pockets, and he gave Buffy a boyish grin. "Hi, Buffy."
"Hi, Riley. Order?"
"Yeah, I'll, um, have a�small
coffee."
"Just a coffee?"
"Yeah."
"You came all the way over
here for a small coffee? I thought you lived on the other side of town."
"I do. You guys just have, um,
really good coffee."
"We do?"
Riley sighed. "Okay, so you
don't. It's actually fairly awful. But, um, I�I wanted to ask you on a
date."
"A date? Me?"
"Yeah," Riley replied.
"I know we don't know each other that well, but I want to change that. I�I
really like you Buffy."
Buffy let out a deep breath.
"Riley, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't like you, because you seem like a
really great guy, but I just don't have time for dating right now. My
schedule's sort of full."
"Maybe if your schedule clears
up?" Riley asked hopefully.
"Maybe�but I can't make you
any promises. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Riley said,
poorly masking his disappointment. "I'll catch you later, Buffy."
"Guess he really didn't want
the coffee," Buffy muttered as the door shut behind Riley.
Willow came over then. "So�what
happened?"
"He asked me out."
"That's great!" Willow
frowned. "Only you don't have a 'that's great' sort of face. What's
wrong?"
"I told him no."
"You told him no! Are you crazy?
Riley's been totally crushing on you all year�and I know it's mutual, so don't
try to tell otherwise. The best friend always knows."
"It's not that I don't like
him. I mean, yeah, he's nice�and definitely a hottie�but, I just� I can't. I
have so much to do, and I wouldn't have time to throw a boyfriend into the mix.
It wouldn't be fair to Riley."
"This isn't about that Parker
guy, is it?"
Buffy blinked. "Parker? Abrahms?
Willow, that was like three years ago."
"I know, but I haven't seen
you date anyone since, and I thought maybe�"
"A world of no. I mean, yeah,
Parker was a dick, but this isn't about him. I just have too much on my plate
right now to mess with dating."
"You might be less stressed if
you had someone to give you orgasms."
Willow and Buffy both whirled
around to see Anya leaning against one of the food preparation counters.
"How long have you been standing there?" Willow asked.
"Not long," Anya replied.
"But long enough to hear that Buffy is apparently 'too busy' for orgasms. That's
no way to live."
"Thanks for the input,
Anya," Buffy grumbled.
"I'm only trying to be
helpful. Impart my knowledge. Oh, and I wanted to ask about Xander."
Willow blinked. "Xander? What
about him?"
"How is he doing? Has he
mentioned me?"
"He's fine, and no,"
Willow replied.
"Oh," Anya frowned.
"Well, tell him to come in here more often. I'll give him free food. Men
like food." She smiled brightly.
"I'll pass the message
on," Willow said.
"Great! Now get back to
work." Anya went back towards the office.
Buffy and Willow shared a smile
before Buffy went back to wiping off the counters.

***
*** ***
Again, Buffy came home after her
second job to an empty yet loud apartment. She glared at the wall before going
into her bedroom, collapsing on the bed still in her uniform. She'd told Willow
that she was fine, but the truth was, she didn't know how she was going to keep
holding on.
She was beyond exhausted, her one
comfort being she could get some sleep the next day. But after that? She knew
from experience that lack of sleep started weighing down on you, even if you
tried to "catch up" by sleeping more when you could.
She toed off her shoes, curling up
on top of the blankets. Her eyes drifted shut, and somehow even with the
pounding music she managed to fall asleep.

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Buffy woke up the next morning,
rubbing her eyes groggily. She frowned as she realized she'd fallen asleep in
her clothes, and changed from the rumpled uniform to jeans and a t-shirt. She
walked out into the living room, rolling her eyes as she saw Spike passed facedown
on the couch again. She wondered if he could be anymore of a loser if he tried.
Buffy started towards the bathroom,
stopping when she realized the door was closed. And was that the shower
running? Buffy frowned as she heard a female voice begin singing loudly and
off-key. Just what she needed�some skank in her bathroom.
Buffy sat at her table, waiting
until the door opened and a blonde woman walked out. "And you would
be?" Buffy asked.
The woman balled her fists and
planted them firmly on her hips. "I could ask the same of you. And what
are you doing in my blondie bear's apartment?"
"This is my
apartment," Buffy replied through gritted teeth.
The blonde's eyes widened.
"Oh! You're not like his wife or something, are you? Cause the last time I
got caught by a guy's wife it was sooo not pretty."
"I am not his
wife."
"Girlfriend?"
"No!"
"Roommate?"
"Uh, not really."
The blonde looked perplexed.
"Then who are you?"
Buffy sighed. "I'm his
father's wife's daughter."
The blonde frowned, her brow
furrowed. "Wouldn't that make you his sister?" she asked after a
moment.
"What! No! That thing
is in no way my family," she said, gesturing towards Spike. "Now you�out
of my apartment."
"Ugh. Fine. Tell Spikey I'll
call him later."
"Whatever. Out."
The blonde grabbed her shoes and
purse and stormed out of the apartment, shooting Buffy a murderous look as she
did.
Buffy went over to the couch,
shaking Spike hard. His eyes were bleary as they opened and looked up at her.
"What the bloody hell do you what?"
"Who was that?"
"Who was who?"
"The blonde girl, in my
bathroom. Who was she?"
"Oh buggering fuck. I really
should learn to drink less." Spike clutched his head as if for emphasis.
"Do you even know her
name?"
"Sure I do. Let me think�um�Heather?
No, not Heather. Hannah! No, wait not Hannah. Oh, bugger, I know this
one."
"You're a pig."
"Harmony!" Spike
exclaimed. "It was Harmony. Harmony Kendall. She's a fashion major."
He gave Buffy a smug look.
"Oh, I'm so impressed. Could
you do me a favor?"
"Maybe. What?"
"Don't bring your sluts back
to my apartment. The last thing I need is strange, scantily clad women running around."
"What am I supposed to do
then? I can't just give up shagging."
"You could always go back to
their apartments."
"I hate doing that."
"Why? Because then they might
expect you to remember their names?"
"For starters."
"Again�pig."
"Oink, oink, baby."
"Well, you may not be done
with Heather Hannah Harmony. She said she'd call you later."
"I didn't giver her my number!
I�oh, hell. I bet Oz did."
"Oz?"
"Bass player I met the other
night. The lead singer of his band might be quitting. If so, I could have
myself an in."
"An in to what?"
"Uh, a band. That's why I'm
here, remember?"
"I thought you were here to
sleep on my couch and eat my food."
"Oi! I went shopping
yesterday, I'll have you know." Spike crossed his hands over his chest. "Replaced
everything I ate."
"Really?"
"Yes. I still had some money
left over from before I came here."
"And that's where you've been
the past few nights�trying to find a band to play with?" Buffy asked.
"Well, yeah. What did you
think I was doing, just going out and getting pissed?"
"Yes." Buffy held up her
hands in defense at Spike's look. "Hey, you've been passed out drunk
almost every time I've seen you. What was I supposed to think?"
"That's where you meet the
bands, pet. In bars."
"How classy." Buffy
regarded Spike for a moment. So he was a deadbeat, but maybe he wasn't quite as
much of a deadbeat as she had thought he was. "You said there was
food?"
"Nothing fancy like. But
there's stuff in there. Help yourself."
Buffy gave him a little smile and
went into the kitchen. She opened the pantry and took out a can of soup. Spike
followed her in, watching as she stood up on tiptoe to get a pot from the
cabinet over the stove. Spike frowned as he watched her shirt ride up. He could
see her ribcage and her stomach was concave.
"You don't eat much, do
you?" he asked.
"I'm not anorexic," Buffy
snapped, putting the pot on the stove and dumping in the can of soup.
Spike opened the fridge, taking out
mayonnaise and lunchmeat. "I didn't say you were. You're just�really
skinny."
"There something wrong with
that?" Buffy asked, stirring the soup.
"There is if you're
starving."
"I'm not starving. I mean
yeah, sometimes I can't exactly afford three square meals a day, but I'm far
from starving. And furthermore�mind your own business."
Spike's lips formed a straight line
as he worked on fixing sandwiches. She was right�it wasn't his business. If the
bint wanted to starve herself, he certainly didn't care. Still, he fixed lunch
for her as well.
Buffy sat across from Spike at the
table, glancing awkwardly between him and the food. "Thank you for
this," she said.
"It's the least I could
do," Spike said with a shrug. "I don't have enough quid to pitch in
with the rent right now, but I can help with the groceries."
Buffy took a bite of her sandwich
and swallowed. "I sort of assumed you'd be mooching."
"Appearances aside, I do have
a bit of honor," Spike said, slightly offended. "I'm not a complete
and total wanker."
"Not a total wanker. Got
it."
"So what's your story
anyway?" Spike asked. "Last time I saw you, you were all feisty and
blonde. Now you're�not."
"It's none of your
business," Buffy replied.
"Some boy done you
wrong?"
"I said it was none of your
business!" Buffy snapped.
Spike raised an eyebrow.
"Right. I won't ask again then."
"Good."
They were both silent for the rest
of the meal.

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Sorry for the delay in updates. I
was out of town for Christmas, and then I had company. But I should be able to
return to a more regular posting schedule now.
Just to alleviate any fears, I know
I brought Harmony and Riley into the story, but this is still a Spuffy fic.
Yes, I'm going to have a bit with them in order to add a bit more tension, but
Spike and Buffy are the couple for this fic. And just to let you know, I find
Riley really icky and try to have as little of him as possible�
Thanks for all the reviews you've
left so far. Keep leaving them, and I'll keep writing. :)
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