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By the time Monday evening rolled around,
Buffy still didn't want to leave Spike's house. That weekend had been one the
best she'd had in a long time�if ever�and she was reluctant to go back to real
life. Part of her couldn't help but worry that once they were faced with
reality again they wouldn't be able to sustain the relationship they'd rebuilt
over the last couple of days. She'd known when she'd convinced him to go on a
date with her that ideally, they should take things slow, spend more time than
they already had sorting out their problems and deciding what they really
wanted from the relationship before they tumbled into bed.
However, such a scenario had never shown to
be very plausible for them. When Spike was near, her hormones went into
overdrive and she couldn't seem to control herself anymore. She was grateful
they'd at least gotten a few meaningful conversations in over the phone, where
the distance had allowed for them to use their tongues for actual speaking
instead of other things.
Even after two days of more sex than
probably should've been humanly possible�and the sore muscles to show for
it�Buffy still wanted him. As she sat in the passenger's seat of his car on the
drive back to her own apartment, it took every bit of her willpower not to ask
him to turn right back around.
When they finally stopped in her parking
lot, Buffy felt her heart drop in her chest. Never before had she been less
happy to be home. She wished she was back in Spike's bed, snuggled against him,
safe beneath silk sheets.
Instead, she had to go back to her life.
"So how exactly are we going to work
this?" she asked, her eyes forward, gazing through the windshield of the
old DeSoto instead of at him.
"What do you mean?" Spike asked.
Buffy sighed, then turned. "I mean, are
we going to date now? I see you on weekends? Where do we stand now?"
"I don't know," Spike replied
honestly, his hand running through his hair. He paused for a moment, then
grinned. "I'd be perfectly fine with whisking you away to some island
somewhere where no one could bother us, but I suppose that would be a bit
irresponsible seeing as how we both have obligations and all."
"Yeah�" Buffy kicked at the floor
in front of her. "Stupid obligations."
With a soft chuckle, Spike reached out and
took her hand. "How about we just take this one day at a time then, yeah?
The album's being released on Thursday, and the label's throwing a release
party tomorrow night. Come with me? I promise I won't keep you out so late you
won't be able to go to work in the morning."
Buffy worried her bottom lip between her
teeth. She really shouldn't�not in the middle of the week. She'd already missed
one day of work already, and her students didn't deserve her being a slacker
just because she had a man in her life.
But she wanted
to go with him. If they were going to be together and deal with any sort of
challenges that could come with being in a relationship with potential for
media scrutiny, then they needed to put up a united front from the very
beginning.
Besides, Spike had told her that in the
past, she hadn't been there enough for him when it came to things like this.
She needed to show him she was willing to make a change there.
"I'll have to go to work
Thursday," she stressed.
"I know. That's why I said I wouldn't
keep you out too late." Spike took hold of her other hand so he was
holding both of them. "We'll work it all out this time, Buffy. We want to
be together, so we can make it
work."
"I'm not losing you again, Spike."
"I know." He lifted one of her
hands to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles. "It's getting late, luv.
You should get on inside. And I'm not going in with you, because if I do, I
won't go home, and I have a full day tomorrow. Tuesday and Wednesday both are
pretty much nothing but back to back interviews and appearances."
"They're probably going to ask you how
things are going with Eve. It seems interviewers really like that topic."
Buffy frowned for a moment, having a twinge of bitterness with the memories of
how many times she'd had to hear something about him and his movie star
ex-girlfriend.
"Yeah, they probably are. I'm not
planning to overshare with a million details, but I'm
not going to lie about it either. Eve and I are over, and that's that." He
dropped her hands and ran one of his through his hair again. "I guess I
should probably call my publicist. He's going to have kittens."
"Because of me?" Buffy asked, her
voice timid.
"No, because I dumped Eve this close to
the album release and didn't give him a lot of time to come up with the best
possible spin. It could be good press, it could be bad, I don't know right
now." Spike reached out to her again, this time cupping her face in his
hands and forcing her to look at him. "I don't regret any of this, Buffy.
Don't even begin to worry about what it's going to do to my career. I don't
bloody care, and neither should you. Yeah, it's something I have to think about
these days, but it doesn't mean I give a rat's arse about what the media says
about me. If people like the album, they'll buy it. If they don't, they
won't."
"I'm not going to worry about it,
Spike," Buffy assured him, placing one of her hands over his. "I'll
just let you handle everything."
Spike grinned. "Good girl." He
leaned in and kissed her, allowing himself a moment just to revel in the taste
of the woman he loved. "We're going to be okay, Buffy," he said as he
broke away. "It might be a little bumpy the first couple of days, and the
tabloid stories could get pretty crazy, but they don't mean a thing.
Eventually, someone's going to get knocked up by a back-up dancer or molest
some set furniture, and they'll forget all about us, yeah?"
Buffy giggled. "Okay. I trust you,
Spike."
"Glad to hear it. Now get in the bloody
apartment before I can't control myself any longer and I have to kidnap you,
take you to that island."
"You know, that's really not giving me
the motivation to go anywhere."
"Yeah, that didn't really work for me
either." Spike tugged her forward to kiss her again.
"I feel like I'm back in high school
and my mom's going to come out and yell at me to get in the house at any
moment," Buffy said before stealing another kiss.
"Better get you in before you're
grounded then," Spike teased, only to capture her lips again.
Finally, they managed to break away, both
panting for air. "Okay, apartment. Gotta go in."
Spike cleared his throat. "Right. I'll
call you tomorrow so we can talk about the party."
"Okay. Good night, Spike."
"Good night, kitten. Love you."
Buffy smiled. "Love you, too."
She got out of the car and made it a few
feet past the curb before she turned around and ran back to the drivers' side
of the car. Spike rolled down the window and Buffy leaned in, her foot coming
off the ground as she leaned into the car to kiss him one more time. Then, with
a smile, she left, disappearing into the building.
Spike couldn't do anything but grin.

***
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Dawn was watching television when Buffy came
into the apartment, and she turned to look over the back of the couch at her
sister. "Well, don't you look happy." Then, with a teasing look, she
added, "And limpy."
Buffy stuck out her tongue. "Shut up,
you."
Dawn turned around fully, sitting up with
her knees on the couch. "So�things are still good, right? You guys are all
with the warm fuzzy loveness?"
"Yup, warm fuzzies
galore," Buffy replied.
"I'm a little surprised you came home
at all. I half expected you to just say to hell with everything and spend at
least the next week shagging like bunnies."
"Dawnie!" Buffy exclaimed,
blushing at her sister's words.
"What? I'm nineteen years old, Buffy. I
can say shagging. As a matter of
fact, I've�"
Buffy held up her hand. "Don't finish
that sentence. I don't want to go there."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
"But I couldn't have spent the next
week with him anyway," Buffy said, choosing to selectively forget portions
of the conversation. "I need to get back to work."
"So you're not going to quit your job
and start living the fabulous life of a rock star's girlfriend?" Dawn
asked with a smirk.
"No. Tempting as it may be, my job is
important to me�those kids are
important to me. I can't just turn my back on them."
"I know. And it's all inspiring to have
a sister who's such a good role model, or something like that."
"Oh shut up, you," Buffy said.
"I'm going to take a long, hot bath."
"Gotta soak all those achy, overused
muscles?" Dawn called out as Buffy started down the hall.
"Bite me!" Buffy called back.
"I bet Spike already did!" Dawn
retorted.
Buffy turned around and peeked over the edge
of the wall in front of the hallway. "You're twisted. Anyone ever tell you
that?"
"Only everyone who's ever known
me," Dawn replied proudly.
With a shake of her head and a soft laugh,
Buffy turned around and went into the bathroom.

***
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The first thing Buffy noticed when she got
to work the next morning was a few more police cars than usual. She pulled into
her parking space slowly, hoping it wasn't another drug bust. Those always
resulted in so much paperwork for her�
What she didn't expect was the rush of
people who came at her almost as soon as she got out of her car, all of them
yelling at her as flash bulbs went off in her face. She recognized her name in
the din or intelligible questions, and suddenly a police officer was at her
side, escorting her into the building as his colleagues tried to deal with the
mob.
"Are you all right, miss?" the
officer asked as he lead Buffy into the front office.
"Yeah, I�what's going on out
there?"
"They've been camped outside for the
last hour or so, and we were called in to get them off of school property. They
said they were here to interview a Miss Buffy Summers. Is that you?"
Buffy nodded, her hands trembling.
"Yes, but I�I wasn't expecting this."
"It's all right, Miss Summers. We'll
keep them away from the building."
"Thank you," Buffy replied, not
knowing what else to say in the situation. She thought maybe she should have
expected something like this, but not so soon�or to this magnitude.
The police officer bid her good-bye, and
Buffy walked on shaky legs back towards her office.
"What on earth did you do this weekend?" Kathy, the receptionist, asked, making
Buffy stop short.
"I, um�" What could she say? It
wasn't like it was really Kathy's business anyway.
"Well, you don't really have to answer, because I saw this on my
way in this morning." Kathy set a magazine up on her desk.
Buffy's hands started trembling more as she
looked down at the front page. There was a picture of her with Spike from the
club Saturday. "Wow. They work fast."
"It hit the newsstands today,"
Kathy informed her, as if she were in someway being helpful.
Buffy stared at the headline, bile rising in
her throat as all of her worst fears seemed to be realized.
Rock
star leaves actress, caught in tryst with step-sister.
"Hey, is he really you're step-brother,
Buffy? You never told me that before."
In a daze, Buffy ignored Kathy as she took
the magazine and walked into her office, shutting the door behind her.

***
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Spike sat in his
living room, his head buried in his hands as he waited for his police escort to
arrive so he could get out of his house and to a press conference he knew was
going to be a complete media circus. He'd expected to have to figure out a way
to tactfully answer questions about Eve, but if the five a.m. phone call from
his publicist and the photographers camped outside of his home were any
indication, he was going to have to be putting up with a hell of a lot more
than that.
He'd tried several
times to call Buffy, but no one was at the house, and he kept getting a busy
signal from the school. Somehow, he didn't think that was a good sign.
At first, it had
amazed him how quickly the tabloids had gotten a hold of this story. His
publicist had told him there were photos from the club, and while that didn't
surprise him, the fact that Buffy had already been identified�both with a name
and as his step-sister�did.
Until it dawned on
him exactly how they would've gotten
that information so soon. Someone had tipped them off.
And it didn't take
a rocket scientist to guess who.
He wanted to
throttle her. Wring her skinny little neck� Their whole relationship had been
about PR to her in the first place, and now Eve was trying to see to it she was
the one who came out looking better in all of this. Spike had decided in an
instant he wasn't going to let that happen. If Eve wanted to play dirty, then
he would, too. Anyone who asked about the break-up would get nothing but the
truth.
However, in the
meantime, he had been dropped right into the middle of chaos. All he could
think about now was Buffy and what might be happening to her. Were the
paparazzi harassing her, too? Had she seen the tabloids?
And his biggest
worry of all�was this going to change her decision to get back together with
him?
They were still in
the early stages of rebuilding their relationship, and something like this
could be detrimental to that, Spike knew. Buffy had balked and ended things at
the prospect of this. How would she
handle the reality?
Spike wanted to be
able to convince himself everything would be fine and Buffy would stay with him
this time, but he couldn't. Instead, he knew he was going to have to face what
was most likely inevitable.
He was going to lose Buffy again�

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