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Fighting For Love	By : oldbooks Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2630 -:- 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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Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Rape/Actual, Sexual Situations, Violence (offending chapters will be noted)

Pairings: Riley/Buffy; Spike/Buffy

Challenge Requirements at the end

Thanks to Aribelle for beta�ing this and the coming chapters for me as well. And cosmogirlus for encouraging me to continue through Spike�s little roadblocks.

Chapter 5

After patrolling the last couple of cemeteries with no undead showing up for a good old-fashioned staking, Buffy walked to her childhood home. Her mother�s condition worried her more than what Riley would say if she didn�t come home immediately as promised. She was sure he�d give leeway for her to visit her mother. Right? She shook her head, clearing her mind of the supposed consequences and went through the backyard to the kitchen door.

�Mom! I�m home!� Buffy called as she walked in the door, turning around to shut it again.

�Hello, Buffy. Would you like some hot tea?� a voice asked.

Buffy turned to see Giles at the stove, pulling a tea kettle off the burner. She watched as he poured the steaming liquid into two cups and set the kettle down on the rear range. She was surprised to see him at her home. Well, it wasn�t shocking news that he was there. But she had a bit of a suspicion that Giles liked her mother in more than a Watcher-Parent capacity. Not that that was a bad thing.

�Hello, Giles. No thanks on the hot tea. I�ll just grab a water,� Buffy replied, heading for the refrigerator.

�So, how was patrolling? Did you kill anything?� Giles inquired as he set the cups on a tray and carried them into the living room where her mother waited. Buffy followed him; water in hand.

�Killing is such a nasty word. How about assassinate; or expunge or eradicate?� Buffy asked, trying to lighten her own mood by being cute.

�Hi, honey,� Joyce piped in when she saw her daughter enter the room, receiving a wave.

�Yes, well . . . did you slay any demons tonight?� Giles asked, handing a cup of tea to Joyce before he sat down and took a sip of his own tea.

�A couple of vampires. The cemeteries were dead tonight,� Buffy said, careful not to bring up the fact that she had literally run into Spike on patrol.

Buffy uncapped her water bottle as she sat down in the chair adjacent to the couch. She took a drink before flopping back against the cushion, jolting her newly-injured side. She sucked in a pained breath and winced, which drew curious looks from her mother and watcher.

�Are you hurt, Buffy?� Her mother asked concerned. Buffy remembered Spike sounded just as sincere when he asked the very same question earlier tonight.

�No, mom. Just a little sore from fighting the Big Bad demon,� Buffy replied. Okay, so it wasn�t a total lie. Just a half-truth. �So mom, when did you want me to go with you to the hospital for your operation?� she asked, changing the subject.

�Tuesday at 10 a.m. Buffy,� Joyce told her before she took a drink of her tea.

�Okay then. I will be here at 8 to pick you up and have you there in plenty of time,� Buffy slapped her thighs before standing up, taking her water bottle with her. She went to her mother and kissed the older woman on the cheek. �Night, Mom. Giles, I�ll see you tomorrow at the Magic Box.�

�Oh, yes. I�ll get your report on tonight�s patrol in the morning,� Giles stated.

With that, Buffy went out back through the house the way she came, stepping into the cool night air, closing the back door. She walked down the first couple of steps and sat down on the edge of the porch. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to comfort herself. Here � alone in the silence -- she could let herself crumble. In the solitude of the backyard, with the sound of chirping crickets humming in the background, she could let her emotions run with her thoughts.

Thoughts of her relationship with Riley and her mother�s condition overwhelmed her senses. So much so, that she never heard twigs crunch under steel-toed work boots. She sensed someone was with her, but she wished they�d just go away and leave her in peace. Leave her cry out her pain alone.

Spike watched her from the silent cover of the Weeping Willows. He had followed the Slayer home, watched from the outside as she visited with her mum and her watcher. He had slunk back in the shadows when she stepped back outside the house.

As he watched her console herself from afar. His heart broke watching her, wanting to comfort her. And not just for selfish reasons, such as envy or lust. Which he surely had along with his love for the Slayer. No, not entirely envy and lust. Some unnamed feeling caught hold of his dead heart. He searched his mind for the word. Sympathy. Sympathy for her having to watch her mother go through with surgery.

He had watched his own mother get sicker by the day with tuberculosis. In his day, the medical practice wasn�t as advanced as it is today. Today they could do laser surgery and laparoscopic surgery. They could fly transplanted parts across he country and have them within a patient in no time flat.

He edged closer to the side of the porch; still silent in his movements. She sensed he was closer and looked up at him. Her cheeks were wet from unnoticed tears. He watched her for what seemed like forever before finally speaking up.

�What�s wrong?� Spike asked, concern coloring his voice.

�I don�t want to talk about it,� Buffy sniffled, hugging herself tighter.

�Is there something I can do?� Spike offered.

Buffy didn�t answer. Her tumultuous thoughts plagued her. She was afraid to say anything for fear of the unshed tears choking her voice. She just stared at her hands clasped in her lap, shuddering from trying to not cry anymore. Especially not around the aggravating vampire.

Spike stepped forward, pulled his duster into a comfortable position and sat next to Buffy on the edge of the porch. He looked over at her bowed head and he itched to take her in his arms; to shield her from all the pain that threatened to wrack her body if she didn�t let the water works happen soon.

Instead, he tentatively raised his hand to her shoulder and patted her on the back trying to will his strength into her through his touch. He breathed a sigh of relief when she allowed the contact without pulling away.

Buffy was so tense from the events of the evening -- Riley lashing out, patrolling, her mother�s condition catching up with her � that she just wanted to rest. Without realizing it, she moved closer to Spike, resting her head on his shoulder.

Spike was a bit startled by her movement, but his hand slid over her upper back and wrapped his arm around her. He shuddered a bit and his skin nearly sizzled with the feeling of her warmth radiating through the layers of his coat and shirt. All she did was lean into him for comfort and he wanted to cry from the contact.

At this vantage point he could smell the vanilla scent of her skin and orange-y scent of her shampooed hair. His hand gently rubbed her upper arms, trying to soothe her tense body the best he could in the position they were in.

He remembered when he was chained to Giles� tub and how that scent used to tease him whenever she left the room after she made her daily trips in there to taunt him. The scent teased him then. Now, it would haunt his dreams.

�My mother has to have surgery in a few days. I�m scared about what might happen if something goes wrong,� Buffy finally said.

Spike was pulled out of his thoughts by her honeyed voice. He hugged her to him gently. �Don�t think so negatively, pet. Everything will work out. You�ll see. Just hope for the best in the situation and nothing will go wrong,� Spike said, trying to be supportive.

Buffy closed her eyes and let herself be comforted by the vampire. He had been her enemy for so many years, now here they were on her mother�s back porch and she�s being comforted by him. Not only that. She was allowing him to comfort her. Why was she allowing Spike to comfort her? She had Riley to go home to. Oh God. Riley was at home. Waiting for her to come home from her patrol.

When that thought struck her, she jumped out of Spike�s embrace and nearly tripped down the stairs trying to distance herself away from the sexy vampire as much as possible. She felt the loss of his touch almost immediately, and she was saddened by the feeling. She glanced at him and then took off at a run through the back gate and down the road to the apartment she shared with Riley, leaving Spike to sit there, perplexed at what had just taken place.

Spike stared after her confused as hell. He didn�t know what had happened. First he was watching her, then he was comforting her, listening to her soft sobs and the next she was running away from him � again.

He sat there for the longest time trying to puzzle her out. His side still burned from her body heat pressed against him. He patted his pockets, located his cigarettes and lighter. He lit up and stared in the direction she had run off. That girl was driving him insane with love and lust for her. She�d be the death of him. He just knew it.
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