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Fight or Flight	By : spuffy23 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike quickly realised that gas was pouring out of the ceiling. He attempted to yell for Buffy, to cover her mouth and nose, but there was no time. She had already passed out on the bed. Spike had no need to breathe, and found it easy not to inhale the gas. Instead, he sat, ready to attack.
The door began to open, and he saw a purple head poke its way into the room. Satisfied, that he wasn�t seen, Spike slowly rose from the bed. The room was a cloud of white smoke, and he doubted that the demons could see his slick movements. When he was just about to take a step in their direction, he was abruptly stopped. He shook his head at his stupidity. Buffy was still attached to him. He didn�t stand a chance against them all, especially with only one arm.
Pain shot through his right leg, he looked down in astonishment. An arrow was protruding from the leg. A wave of dizziness overtook him, and his eyesight started to fog. A poisoned arrow, he assumed. As with Buffy, the room started to dim and only black remained.
Spike awoke to the sound of Buffy�s voice.
�I am really getting sick of passing out all the time, this is just getting ridiculous. Now I know how Giles feels,� She said, a little groggily.
She was rubbing at her eyes the way little children do when they had just woken up. As Spike watched her, he couldn�t think of anything sexier, and then he remembered her in his arms that night.
Spike mumbled in agreement, then looked down at his wounded leg. It was swollen and throbbing. When Spike sat up, he felt as though he had been run over by a steamroller.
�Are you alright Spike?� Buffy looked at him with concern.
Spike then reconsidered her sexiest look, this expression had to be it. She was actually concerned about him and he couldn�t be happier.
Buffy was worried. Spike looked a wreck, he was paler then usual and his eyes weren�t focusing on anything. They were even rolling up into the back of his head at times. He lay against the headboard and closed his eyes. He wasn�t sure that he was all right at all. The arrow must have been spiked with some heavy poison.
He muttered a nonsensical response to Buffy. She sat up in alarm, when she noticed his swollen leg.
�Spike what happened?� she asked, pointing down at his leg.
�Arrow,� he mumbled.
She sat there for a moment, unsure what to do. She wanted to get up and tend to his wound and get some fresh blood from the fridge, but she couldn�t move without taking him with her. She was certain that moving him was not the best idea right now.
�What should I do?� She asked him, feeling useless,
.�Just let me sleep it off luv,� came the response.
He sounded weak and couldn�t even open his eyes when he tried to. Knowing that there was nothing else to be done, Buffy lay by his side and watched as he slept. She didn�t want to close her eyes, just in case his injuries took a bad turn.
Twelve hours later, Buffy was starving and Spike was looking no better. He hadn�t moved in his sleep once. She found it unsettling that he looked like a dead man while he slept. His chest didn�t move and his completion was so pale, that he looked white and washed out.
She felt terrible, not knowing what to do for him. Buffy was also getting tired and bored sitting there and doing nothing. Counting the threads in the blanket was not so interesting when it got into the thousands.
�C�mon Spike a little arrow wont kill you. Wake up and be better again!� Her voice shook with anxiety, as she spoke.
Once she decided that he wasn�t going to wake up, she sat there, frustrated.
The only thing left to do, was study his face a little more. She looked in awe at his beauty, that she rarely ever noticed when he was awake, because he rarely stopped talking. Feeling the need to touch him, Buffy ran her fingertips lightly over his cheek bones and then down to his lips, they were dry and looked like they were cracking.
She considered kissing them, just to make them moist, but decided against it. Part of her was annoyed, that she�d ever thought of such a thing, and the other part, shocked that she had.
Buffy sighed heavily and laid her head down on his chest. When she did, his arm automatically shot out, wrapping itself around her waist. She snuggled against him, once again in a state of shock. This wasn�t so bad, she thought to herself. Being in his arms was kind of nice.
When Spike finally awoke, Buffy was in his arms. Thinking that he must still be dreaming, he shook his head to clear it. He wished that he hadn�t as the movement caused Buffy to wake up.
She was mentally kicking herself for falling asleep on her �Spike watch�. Though she was happy that he was finally awake. To her dismay, he was still looking no better. Then to her utter embarrassment, she looked down at his chest, where a pool of drool lay. Sheepishly, Buffy wiped the side of her mouth.
�Sorry,� Buffy pointed at the moisture. �About the drool,�
Spike chuckled, but as he did, he was sent into a coughing fit. Once he had finished, Buffy looked him over, desperate, to find ways of helping him. Then the idea hit her.
�Slayers blood,� she breathed.
Spike stared at her wide-eyed, and began shaking his head.
�Spike it�s the only way, you will get better a lot quicker and what if the poison kills you? I need you!� She implored.
Buffy was incensed and not to mention a little hurt, that Spike was turning down her blood.
Spike just shook his head once more and closed his eyes, so that he would not have to look at the desperation in the slayer�s eyes anymore. The last thing in the world Spike wanted to do was to have her lose trust in him. They were finally getting close, and there was no way that he would risk ruining thaw.
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�Spike please?� she was begging him now.
She placed her neck, only millimetres away from his lips. Using all the strength that he had in him, he pushed her away and rolled over. He was not drinking her blood just to save him self and Spike would be damned if he, would let her try to force him. He didn�t see the hurt look on her face, nor the disappointed one that followed. Quietly she rolled away from him and sat as far away as possible, stretching their hands across the bed.

It took two days for Spike to be able to stand and walk with Buffy to the kitchen. In those two days, she hadn�t spoken hardly a word to him, except �can you walk yet?� He couldn�t work out why she was so mad at him.
He didn�t want to bite her, shouldn�t she be happy? No, nothing seemed to satisfy this slayer. After they had both eaten, (obviously different menus) he had decided that enough was enough.
�What is it with you?� Spike asked, giving her a slide long glance.
She raised her eyebrow, and started picking at her nails with utter absorption.
Spike cleared his throat.
�I don�t know what you�re talking about,� Buffy spoke with her voice level, and her head held high.
�You�re being more of a self righteous bitch then usual,� Spike mumbled his response, but Buffy got the gist of it.
Spike expected her to explode, maybe even throw another punch towards his nose, but he got nothing. She just raised her eyebrow again.
�Right that�s it!� Spike jumped up from his seat in the lounge, and got right in her face.
�When I try to bite you, you�re pissed off at me. When I don�t try and bite you, you get even more pissed off. What does it take to make you happy?� He screamed the last of his outrage out.
�What do you care if I�m happy Spike?� She shot back.
He was stumped as to what to say for a few seconds. It was not as if he could turn around and say it was because he was in love with her.
�Because I think that if we have to be stuck together,� he held their handcuffs up to emphasise the point. �Then we could at least try to get along,� Spike�s voice was bordering on infuriated.
�I don�t want us to be stuck together, and I don�t want to get along,� Buffy huffed and turned her back towards Spike.
�Slayer, you are one of the most immature little prats that I know. Lil� bit acts older then you!� he spat out.
Spike wanted to storm off for a dramatic exit, but as usual, the cuffs prevented it.
�You know what Spike?� She turned to look at Spike angrily.
�Shut up!�
Spike shook his head in annoyance.
�Can you for once, just get off your high horse and admit to your feelings? Instead of hiding behind your sarcasm!�
�Feelings? For what? You?� She shot back a look of disgust at him.
�No, I mean what you *feel* about something, as in why are you so pissed that I didn�t bite you? How do you *feel* about that?� he asked.
Spike was in her face again, and she balled her fists and threw a punch. Spike caught her hand inches away from his nose.
�Ah, ah punching is just as bad as sarcasm slayer, what are you afraid of?� Spike took a step back so he could watch her movement.
�Afraid of? What the hell are you talking about Spike?� Buffy rolled her eyes.
Hoping desperately, that he wouldn�t keep this up, soon he would get it out of her. She was so offended that Spike didn�t want to bite her. She wanted him to, but he had turned her down. She was hurt, upset, and everything else, that she didn�t want to, breathe a word of to a certain bleached vampire that didn�t want her.
�You tell me. What, are you afraid that I will find out?� Spike asked. He was enjoying the handcuffs more then ever. For once she couldn�t punch him on the nose, and run away as soon as he was getting too close to something.
�Nothing!� She spun around to face him �And what�s with the not biting huh?� She gave in, she just had to know. Buffy frowned as she noticed something before Spike could answer her.
�What the�� Buffy�s voice trailed off, as she began walking to the kitchen, pulling Spike along.
It was located on top of the fridge. She wasn�t able to notice it before, because it was only noticeable from the right angle. It was an envelope, Buffy discovered, as she picked it up. Ripping it open, a small key fell from it, to the floor.
�Handcuff�s key!� Buffy squealed out loud.
�Damn it!� Spike thought, kicking himself.

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