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Spike closed his eyes, fearing for
his newly-regained life. The only thing that kept him from panicking was that
he had come to the conclusion that the Powers that Be wouldn't have gone
through all that trouble to restore his life only to kill him again within forty-eight
hours. Still, he held on for dear life.
When the danger finally passed,
Spike let out a deep breath, muttering a thank you to any god who may have been
listening at the moment that he'd made it out of that alive.
"I don't think I'm in this
parking space right. Do you think I should�"
"No!" Spike yelled, white
with fear at the mere mention of Buffy restarting the car's ignition.
"We're good!"
"But�"
"We're fine. Just please, give
me the keys and get out of the car."
Buffy frowned. "Why do I have
to give you the keys?"
"Because I'm
driving home."
"You can't! You don't have a
license. I do. Well, an Italian license anyway. Do those still count
here?"
"Buffy, I've been driving
without a license since before you were even born."
"Yes, but now you can't just
eat the cop if you get pulled over."
"So I'll have to rely on my good
looks alone. And possibly get one of the license things. You think they give
them out to former vampires?"
"We'd have to get you a new
identity," Buffy replied. She stared forward, out the windshield.
"Would it be a California one?"
"California
what? Identity?
I think the accent might blow that cover."
"No. I meant the
license."
"Oh. I�I don't know. Probably."
Buffy handed him the keys, her eyes
not meeting his. "Here. Let's go inside."
"Are you all right, luv?"
"I'm fine," Buffy said,
looking at him again and giving a slightly too cheery smile. "You have the
keys. I'm not driving anymore. Let's get something to eat." Before Spike
could respond, Buffy opened the car door and stepped out, slamming the door
behind her. She frowned at her parking job, but didn't say anything about it.
When she heard Spike shut the door on his side, she looked up at him, shielding
her eyes from the bright morning sun. "Hit the lock button twice."
"Huh?"
"The thing
on the keychain�with the buttons.
Point it towards the car and press the one with the closed padlock twice."
Spike did what she said and heard
the locks of the car click, followed by the horn sounding once. "Bit more high-tech
than the DeSoto," he said. "She didn't even have automatic locks. I
guess those cars I kept 'liberating' from Peaches could do that, but I never
could figure out all the gadgets on those things."
"Whatever happened to the
DeSoto anyway?" Buffy asked.
"It's still too painful to
talk about," Spike replied. "So are we going in or not?"
"We're going." Buffy
started towards the restaurant, only to realize that Spike had stopped walking
after only a couple of steps. She turned sharply. "What are you
doing?"
"The parking lot back at the
hospital was covered. I didn't even think about it."
"Think about what?" Buffy
asked. Spike pointed up towards the sun. "Oh," Buffy replied,
providing the answer to her own question. "You're basking in the
non-flammable UV goodness."
Spike looked down at the ground, a
boyish grin on his face. "Look, my shadow. Haven't seen
much of him lately."
"Well, there was that time you
had the Gem of Amara�"
"Yeah, until
somebody had to go and steal
it."
"Hey! You were trying to kill
me."
"Oh, like you weren't having
just as much fun as I was."
"I was not! I was�" Buffy
stopped in mid-sentence, laughing at the expression on Spike's face that
clearly said "yeah, right." "Okay, fine. Maybe
a little. I always did enjoy fighting you more than anyone else."
"Mutual,
pet."
Buffy moved closer to him, stopping
with only about a foot between them. Spike reached up, running his fingers through
the front of her hair. "There was one thing I never forgot about that day,"
he said.
"What was that?" Buffy
asked, her voice trembling right along with her knees.
"How beautiful you are in the
sunlight." Spike leaned in, and Buffy felt her breath catch as his lips
almost touched hers. Suddenly, he pulled away. "So, breakfast? Been sort of wasting my human taste buds on that hospital
food."
"Right. Breakfast it is," Buffy said, not sure
if what she was feeling was relief or disappointment. She followed Spike into
the restaurant, neither of them stopping again until they were inside.

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"Do you want a little coffee
with that sugar?"
Spike gave Buffy a dirty look as he
ripped open another sugar packet and dumped it into the mug. "Over
a century of dulled taste buds, Slayer. Bitter and I are not friends
right now."
"I wonder if you'll have the
same problem with spicy. You maybe have to give up the chicken wings."
Spike's expression switched to one
of horror. "If that's the case, then I'm getting myself re-vamped, no
questions asked. Life just wouldn't be worth it without the spicy Buffalo
wings."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You're
pathetic�you know that, don't you?"
"It's not my fault that you
can't appreciate fine chicken wings," Spike replied.
"And you're a little insane,
too."
"You're here with me. What
does that say about you?" Buffy
responded to his question by sticking out her tongue, to which Spike replied
with a chuckle, "No advertising unless you plan to use it, kitten."
Buffy blushed
a deep red, suddenly finding the inside of her coffee mug very interesting.
"Saying things like that to throw me off is cheating, you know."
"Yeah, but it's fun,
too."
Buffy looked up slightly, giving
him a smirk. "Evil."
Spike ran his tongue along his
teeth. "Always, baby."
For a moment, their eyes met, and
Buffy felt a shiver run up her spine. She hadn't seen this man in over a year,
and yet he still had the power to affect her with just a look. And that thing
he did with his tongue� Buffy wasn't sure if she hated it or loved it. She was
the first to break eye contact, turning back to her coffee.
"Are you examining that coffee
for demonic activity?" Spike asked after a moment.
Buffy's head shot up. "Huh? No,
I just� No."
Spike ran his fingers through his
hair. "I'm sorry if I made things awkward. Wasn't going
for that. I'm just so used to the banter with us,
I guess I forgot for a moment that things are different now."
"What is this?"
"What's what, Slayer?"
"This," Buffy said,
gesturing in front of her. "What we're doing here."
"Uh, I could be completely
wrong, but I thought this was us having breakfast."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "That's
not what I meant."
"It's what you asked."
"Would you stop being all
avoid-o guy? You keep getting all flirty, like in the
parking lot with the hair touching and the comment about how beautiful I am in
the sunlight, and�and then just now with that damn tongue thing! But then you
go all cold, and you tell me that things are 'different.' What's going on in
that bleached head of yours, huh?"
"I don't know! I see you, and
god, you're so beautiful it makes me ache. I really never thought I'd see you
again, but here you are, so close I can reach out and touch you. But I can't.
Things are different, Buffy. We're
different. A lot has changed in a year, and we can't pretend like it hasn't and
pick up where we left off. I don't think I even want to. What is there for us
anyway but to go our separate ways?"
Spike's words made Buffy feel cold.
What had he meant by that last part? "Do�do you not want to be a part of
my life anymore?"
"Where would I fit in? It's
not like you need me to scratch your itches now. Got yourself
a new bloke for that."
"You were more than just an
'itch-scratcher,' Spike. You know that."
"Do I?"
"Dammit, how could you
not?" Buffy asked, starting to get angry. "I told you as much in the
Hellmouth before you had to go and try to tell me what I was feeling!"
"Is that what you feel now? Do
you love me?"
Buffy was silent for a moment
before she finally said, "I don't know."
"That's what I thought. You
don't need me in your life anymore. You don't even need me fighting by your
side anymore. You have a whole army for that." Spike looked down at his
hands. "I don't think I even could anymore. I'm probably as useless as Xander in a fight now."
"You mean more to me than just
another fighter by my side, too. You�you understand me, Spike. Better than
anyone ever has�probably better than anyone ever will. You've always had a way of
looking at me and just knowing, of telling
me truths about myself that even I haven't realized
yet. I've always been able to hide myself from everyone, Spike�even from me. But not from you. Never from you."
Spike looked at her, his head
tilted slightly as he regarded her so intently for a moment that Buffy grew
nervous. Finally he spoke, "But where does that leave us? You call me up
every now and then when you can't figure yourself out?"
Buffy started sliding out of the
booth then, anger clearly written on her face. Spike reached out and grabbed
her hand before she could leave. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"The bathroom," Buffy
snapped.
"Don't run off like
this."
Buffy snatched her hand away.
"Don't tell me what to do."
Spike pulled away, letting her go. "Fine."
Buffy let her expression remain
angry until she was safely alone in the bathroom. It was then that her face
fell, and the tears that she'd been holding back came to the surface. She
didn't want to admit it, but Spike was right. She couldn't expect him to fall
back into how things were before with him centering himself around
his love for her, be it requited or not. He had a life now�a real life��in Los Angeles, and she'd started
to put down roots in Italy. And of course there was the issue that they'd both
skated around�she was currently involved with someone else. She couldn't
rightfully expect him to want to throw away whatever it was he had for him here
just to be what to her: An ally? A friend?
He hadn't even bothered to call her
when he'd been brought back. Clearly, there was something here that he'd rather
be doing than going back to her. She could understand that, respect that�but that
didn't mean it didn't hurt.
She'd long since begun to take
Spike's love for her for granted. He was the one constant male figure in her
life, the one who did not waiver, even when she tried to push him away. Even
when she'd told him to move on, Buffy had secretly coveted the belief that he
never would.
But he had. He'd moved on and left
her behind. She knew it wasn't fair of her to expect anything else, and that
she had to accept things as they were. She had to be mature about it, give
Spike what he wanted, even if that meant she had to let go. She wiped her eyes,
steeling herself again before she went back to the table.
The food had already arrived, but
Spike hadn't started eating. He was frowning, and when Buffy sat down again,
she could practically feel the nervousness rolling off of him. She forced a
smile to her lips. "You didn't have to wait for me, you know."
"I know, I just� Are you
okay?"
"Me? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I
be?"
"Well, we were sort of
arguing, and then you took off, and I thought�"
"Nope, we're good. Things got
a little heavy, and I needed a moment, that's all."
"So you're not cross with
me?"
"Nope. Are we going to eat or not?"
Spike was still frowning as they
began their breakfast, but decided not to press things. Instead he allowed
Buffy to make idle chat with him throughout the meal, pretending that nothing
had gone on before.

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As they walked out of the
restaurant, Spike looked over at Buffy and felt a sudden grip of panic. There
was nothing to keep her here. She'd be going back to Italy soon, possibly with
the next twenty-four hours. After that, he might not ever see her again. He
needed something�just a day, even if it turned out to be a day to say good-bye.
"Buffy?"
Buffy stopped and turned. "Yeah?"
"Can we maybe not go back to
the hotel yet? I want to stay out for a little while. This�this could be the
last day."
"The last
day for what?"
"Me being human," Spike
said quickly, mentally kicking himself for coming that close to telling her
what was really on his mind.
"Why do you say that?"
Buffy asked with a frown.
"We have no way of knowing if
this is permanent. Tomorrow I could wake up dead�again. If that is the case,
well, I'd rather remember spending this day in the sunlight than cooped up in
Angel's hotel answering a million questions."
Buffy thought for a moment. She'd
have to go back to Italy soon, back to her new life. What if this was the last
chance she ever had to spend time with Spike? "All
right. Day out in the sunlight it is."
Spike grinned, feeling a bit of
relief. "Let's get going then. Don't want to waste any of the day."
Buffy followed him to the car. She
didn't want to waste any of it either.

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I got a few complaints on the last
chapter about the lack of Spuffy interaction. I'm asking you as a writer to
please, please, please let me move this story at my own pace. There will be
plenty of scenes between Spike and Buffy�as this chapter demonstrates�but I'm
not going to sacrifice the narrative for the sake of Spuffy scenes. This story
has a plot. It must be advanced. In order for this to happen, I must have
exposition, some of which involves characters other than Spike and Buffy. It is
imperative to the narrative that I develop certain points thoroughly, otherwise
the story will fall apart. So be patient! This story is Spike/Buffy, and they will
be the central characters�you just have to let me develop the rest of the
story, too. Thanks!
And of course, reviews would be
lovely.
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