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Bad Medicine	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 11112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You have your 'Spike made me
angsty' face."
Buffy looked up sharply as Willow
walked into their dorm room. "I have a face for that?"
"Oh yeah. If you wanna see it, go
check out a mirror."
Buffy frowned. "I think I'll
pass."
Willow sat down on the edge of
Buffy's bed. "So what did Spike do this time?"
"He helped Giles."
"You're upset that Spike
helped Giles."
"Yes. Well, not with the
helping part�I'm grateful for that. It�s the why."
Willow shrugged. "He probably
made Giles pay him money."
"That's the thing�he didn't. I
wondered if maybe he did it to get on my good side, but if that were the case,
wouldn't he have made a big deal out of it to me, made sure I was well aware of
the part he played?"
"He didn't?"
"No. The only reason I found
out was Giles mentioned it. Spike was pretty tight-lipped about what ever happened."
"So he helped Giles for no
sort of personal gain whatsoever?"
"Looks like it." Buffy
sighed. "Oh, and Anne�his mother."
Willow's eyes bugged. "That
was his mother's locket? Buffy�"
"I know, Will. Spike's in love
with me. As bizarre as that is, it's becoming blindingly obvious."
"So do you, um, love him
back?"
"I can't! I mean, done the
whole vampire love thing before, about you saw how that turned out."
"At least Spike doesn't have
soul to lose," Willow said with a half shrug.
"No, he has a chip. How do I
know if he ever got it out he wouldn't get over all of this and try to kill me�or
worse, try to kill one of you guys?"
"It's possible," Willow
said. "But the chip didn't make him help Giles. You know, actually, he
probably could've killed Giles, seeing as he was all demony."
Buffy frowned. She hadn't thought
of that before. Spike had said more than once that he'd kill any one of them if
he had the chance. Well, he'd had the chance�why hadn't he done it? "I'm
so confused. I'm trying to hate him like I should, really I am, but every time
I think I'm there, he does something to turn everything upside down
again."
"So what are you going to
do?"
"I don't know. I know I should
stay away from him, but it's so difficult. Every time I see him, I melt."
"Buffy, one
question."
"Yeah?"
"Where does Riley fit into all
of this?"
Buffy looked down. "That I
really don't know. I guess I should talk to him, huh?"
"Might be a
good idea."
"I'll do that�as soon as I'm
done with this mope."
"Want me to leave you alone
for a bit?"
"Nah. Stay. I could use some best friend time
right now."
Willow smiled. "Best friend
time it is then."

***
*** ***
Spike heard a woman scream. He
could smell another vampire nearby, and he knew what was happening. He kept
walking. Why should be care that someone else was feeding? Not like he felt
like killing the other vampire because he was doing something Spike couldn't
anymore.
Then, a memory from back when he'd
still been tied to Giles's chair flooded Spike's mind. Buffy had read an
obituary in the newspaper about a girl who had died from "severe neck
trauma." The Slayer had berated herself, feeling as if she'd somehow cause
the girl's death by not being there to save her. Giles had reminded her of all
the people who were alive because of her, and that she couldn't be everywhere
at once; however, the guilt and pain in Buffy's eyes had still been evident.
How would she feel if she read about this girl's death?
Spike turned, going back towards
where he had heard the scream. He wouldn't let her die. He wouldn't allow
something to happen that would put that look of anguish back on Buffy's face. He
approached the vampire and his prey. The girl was bitten, but Spike could hear
that her heartbeat was still strong, and he was grateful for that. He lit a
cigarette.
The other vampire stopped as soon as
he sensed Spike's presence. "Get your own dinner," he said, annoyed.
"She's not going to be
anyone's dinner�not mine, and especially not yours."
The vampire whipped around to face
Spike, and the woman slumped to the ground, crying. "Who
the fuck do you think you are?"
Spike shrugged, throwing his
cigarette on the other vampire. "I'm Spike," he said as the vampire's
outdated polyester leisure suit caught on fire, burning the wearer along with
it. Spike went over to the woman, kneeling in front of her. "You're safe
now," he told her soothingly.
She looked at him, wide-eyes.
"Was that a�"
"Vampire? Yeah."
"Oh my God. I never thought�"
"New to
Sunnydale?" At the
woman's nod, Spike said, "This isn't the sort of town you want to be
wandering around the cemeteries of at night."
"O�okay," the woman said,
trying to process what had just happened. "You just saved my life, didn't
you?"
"Yeah, I did."
She surprised Spike by throwing her
arms around him. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Spike felt a strange reaction to
her gratitude. He'd saved a stranger's life by dusting one of his own kind. He'd done the right thing�and he felt good about it.
"No need to thank me," Spike said as she pulled away. "Just saw
someone needed saving, is all." He helped her to her feet.
"Still, thank you." She
added softly. "I wasn't ready to die."
Spike started to tell her to run on
home, but then he realized with her open wound, she'd be like a beacon to any
other vampires that happened to pass by, and that would make what he had just
done pretty much pointless. "Come on, I'll walk you home�make sure you get
there safely."
"Thank you."
On the walk back to her house,
Spike learned a little about the woman he'd saved. She was a single mother who,
following her husband's death, had moved to Sunnydale
so her sister could help her take care of her son. She had people who loved her�and
people she loved in returned. People who would ache if anything ever happened
to her�the way he would ache if anything ever happened to Buffy. He didn't feel
guilt over what he'd done in the past�he didn't have a soul after all�but he
started to think of people in a way he hadn't since before he'd been turned.
Maybe they were more than "happy meals with legs" after all.
"Well, this is my house,"
the woman said, coming to stop. She looked at Spike shyly. "You can come
in if you want."
Spike knew what she was offering,
but, tempting as it was, he couldn't. She wasn't Buffy. "Sorry, but I
shouldn't. And, um, you might want to watch who you invite into your home from
now on."
She looked at him, confused for a
second, then said, "Oh, the whole 'vampires can't come in unless they're
invited' thing. That's true?"
"Yeah. And you should consider carrying a cross
around with you if you go out at night again. Possibly some
holy water, too."
"I will," the woman said,
trying to blush off her slight embarrassment at Spike's rejection of her offer.
"I know you said not to say it again, but thank you. There aren't a lot of
people in this world good enough to do what you did tonight."
Spike laughed a little, though he
knew the joke would be lost on her. "Just promise me you'll be more
careful now that you know what's out there."
"I will. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Spike
watched her until the front door closed, then disappeared into the shadows.

***
*** ***
"Thanks for coming over,
Riley."
Riley walked into Buffy's dorm
room, his nervousness apparent in his ever action. "You said on the phone
you wanted to talk. It sounded serious."
Buffy pointed to her desk chair.
"Why don't you have a seat?"
Riley sat, fidgeting. "Just
tell me now, is it bad? I mean, I thought things were going fairly well between
us, but on the phone, the way you said the whole 'we need to talk' thing, it
sounded bad. Is it bad?"
Buffy felt guilty. When she'd
started this with Riley, she'd had such high hopes for them. She'd never
foreseen it going like this�how could she have? "It's bad," she said,
watching as Riley's shoulders slumped.
"What did I do wrong?"
Riley asked. "Was it because I had to run off the other night? Buffy, I'm
really sorry about that�"
"No, it's not that. And I know
this is totally going to sound like a brush-off line, but it's the truth�it has
nothing to do with you at all. It's something I'm going through."
"'It's not you, it's me?'
You're right. That does sound like a brush-off line."
"Riley, I'm sorry. I wish I
didn't have to do this."
"Then don't."
"It's not that simple."
"Why?" Riley paused.
"Is there someone else?"
"Sort
of."
"Sort
of?"
"It's not anyone I'm really
seeing right now, and I'm not leaving you for someone else. It's�it's
complicated."
"Do I know him?"
"No," Buffy lied. She
didn't think letting Riley know the other man in her life was the
"HST" his team had been tracking was the best of ideas.
"What's his name?"
Buffy winced slightly. "Spike."
"Spike? Wait� Fake engagement
Spike?"
"Um,
yeah."
"So what was that 'engagement'
really, Buffy?"
Buffy sighed. "Willow did a
spell that sorta backfired and made Spike and I think we were engaged. But
nothing really happened then."
"But something's happened
since then?" Buffy's guilty look told Riley all he needed to know.
"You've been sleeping with this 'Spike' guy behind my back."
"I'm sorry, Riley. I never
planned for any of this to happen. It just sorta did."
"I see," Riley said, his jaw tight. "Are you sleeping with him
now?"
"No. I told you I wasn't
leaving you for him. But what happened with Spike, it made me really confused.
I need time to sort everything out. I do like you, and I'm sorry I hurt you.
Things just got really messed up. I'm so sorry, Riley�"
Buffy started to cry, and Riley
felt his anger melt away�that which was directed at Buffy anyway. She'd hurt
him, but it wasn't like they'd been in a long, deep relationship. He'd hoped
they were building one, but as it stood, they hadn't even had a full date. "It's
okay," Riley said, giving Buffy a small smile. "Just call me if you
ever get things figured out and decide I'm what who you want after all."
"I will. I'm so sorry."
"I know. Me,
too." He stood, kissing the top of her head. "I'll see you
around."
"Yeah, see you around,"
Buffy echoed. Riley left, and Buffy fell back on the bed, grateful that had
gone easily, but feeling even more guilt from Riley's kindness.

***
*** ***
"She was seeing another guy
behind your back? Man, that's harsh." Forrest threw the foam basketball,
sinking it in the hoop on the back of Riley's door.
"She said she didn't mean to�that
things just kind got out of hand," Riley replied, retrieving the ball.
"Sure. Maybe Buffy isn't the
woman you thought she was."
"Buffy's a good girl,
Forrest," Riley snapped.
"Not to burst your bubble, but
she's been making crazy naked sex with a guy named Spike."
"It's not like that! This
Spike, he probably just used her, like Parker Abrams. Buffy, she can be so
sweet and trusting. Men like that, they take advantage of her."
"Or it could be that you're the
overly-trusting one, and you missed that your girlfriend is the kind of girl
who likes to get all freaky with guys who would willingly call themselves
'Spike.'"
"No. It's not Buffy. It's Spike. He hurt her. Wish I could get my hands on
that bastard."
"What, you want to punch him
like you did Parker?"
"For
starters."
"You know, this may be for the
best. I think Buffy was more trouble that you realize."
Riley said nothing as he made a
shot, missing the basket.

***
*** ***
Spike froze when he caught Buffy's
scent. He wished she'd stop patrolling in his cemetery. If he thought it would
do any good, he'd tell her that he had it under control now. Any nasties that
showed their ugly heads on his turf, he'd take care of them. He stood with his
arms crossed in front of him, waiting for her to approach him. "Slayer."
"Spike."
"You might as well head
home," Spike said. "There's nothing undead causing any problems here
tonight." He left out the fact that that was because he'd already dusted
the three vamps that had showed their bumpy faces that night.
"Nothing but
you?"
Spike smirked. "Yeah,
nothing but me. So you planning on finally staking me good and proper,
or are you just going to leave?"
"Look, Spike, about what went
on between us�"
"Don't. We both had out fun.
It's over now." Spike pushed down the pain he felt at saying those words.
He wanted to fall to his knees, profess his love, and beg her to give him even
a crumb. He didn't. He couldn't. He'd been love's bitch for long enough, and he
wasn't going to let Buffy make a fool out of him.
Buffy was surprised at how much the
cool tone to Spike's words hurt her. She'd wanted to finalize things between
them, make it clear to him that nothing could ever happen between them again,
but she'd expected a little more of a fight from him. At least an attempt at
seducing her� But he was cold, like he'd never cared for her at all.
"Good," she said, forcing a smile. "Glad that's all settled.
I'll, um, see you around, I guess."
"Whatever,
Slayer." Spike
turned and headed towards his crypt. It hurt too much to see Buffy smiling at
the end of whatever it was they had had.
Unable to watch him walk away from
her, Buffy turned and ran out of the cemetery.

***
*** ***
Riley stopped, crouching behind a
tombstone as he saw Buffy talking to a man with platinum blond hair and a long
leather coat. Riley recognized him as the friend of Xander's he'd met in the
ruins of the old high school a few weeks back. He had been dressed drastically
different then, and Riley wondered what the reason for the incongruity was,
especially since the way he was clothed now gave Riley a nagging feeling that
he'd seen him somewhere else as well.
Riley frowned when he heard Buffy
refer to the blond man as "Spike." This was Spike? He looked worse
than Riley had even imagined. He thought back to what Buffy had said when she
had told him about her "engagement," describing Spike as "way
old." Maybe the "way" was an exaggeration, but this Spike
definitely looked too old to be hanging around teenaged girls. Riley wondered
if his behavior and outfit from before had been his way of throwing Buffy off,
tricking her into thinking he was too goofy to be anything but harmless.
"You might as well head home. There's
nothing undead causing any problems here tonight."
"Nothing but
you?"
Riley gaped at that. Undead? Spike was a vampire? Then it hit him where he'd seen
him before. This wasn't just any vampire�this was Hostile 17. Riley's hatred
for the man who had taken Buffy from him rose tenfold. He wasn't even a man. He
was just a monster. As Buffy and Spike went their separate ways, Riley made a
call.
"I've located Hostile
17."

***
*** ***
Spike walked through the graveyard,
feeling numb. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, to take Buffy in his
arms and say anything he could think of to make her realize how badly he needed
her. But he didn't. Buffy didn't want him, and nothing would change that.
Besides, it probably was for the best. It was bad enough being chipped without becoming
the Slayer's little pet vampire on top of it all.
Suddenly, Spike felt a jolt of
pain, and then everything went black.

***
*** ***
Yes, it's a cliffhanger. Aren't I
evil?
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