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Out of My Head	By : agalaxyinblueeyes Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-out of my head
- 2-part i
- 3-part ii
- 4-part iii
- 5-part iv
- 6-part v
- 7-part vi
- 8-part vii
- 9-part viii
- 10-part ix
- 11-part x
- 12-part xi
- 13-part xii
- 14-part xiii
- 15-epilogue
- 7
- 8
- 9
Lyrics
belong to CrazyTown, "Butterfly."

Out of My
Head

...part
VII...

She had done a
�very- stupid thing. She should�ve just stayed at home and looked after Mom
and Dawn. And instead, she�d allowed her friends to drag her into another
Bronze night. Why? Because they�d felt that she needed �cheering up.�

Whatever.

They�d already
had a Bronze night earlier that week, for Tara�s birthday. It had been a very
welcome diversion after the chaos that was Tara�s family and a bunch of
invisible Lei-Ach demons. And as if she didn�t have enough problems, she was
still sore from that fight she�d had with some big blonde slut who thought she
was some sort of god.

Anyway, Spike had
entered the training room, just as she was being attacked by two of them (she
figured that his link to her had given him fair warning). But the spell Tara had
used had clouded everything of supernatural origin from her eyes, so she
hadn�t even known he was there until the spell was reversed.

He�d actually
managed to save her, and he�d even scared off Tara�s family at their attempt
to take her by going into Attack Vamp mode, snarling and going after them. Now
that she thought about it, it really was quite funny watching Mr. MacLay turn
tail and run from Spike, screaming like a little girl. True, Spike had said that
he hadn�t really cared, but she guessed that he�d wanted in when the Summers
girls and Giles had looked like they were going to break some bones.

Bloodshed always
reeled them in.

Later on, Spike had
scented Tara... or at least that was what Buffy had told everyone. Actually,
Tara had been happy enough by �not- being taken away that she had allowed
Spike to gently bite down on her finger, to test her blood for any demon
residue. Which, Buffy realized dumbly a minute later, that Spike could do.
Obviously, Tara was demon free.

Having a vampire
around really came in handy.

Anyway, that minor
� MINOR � interaction with him was one of the only times that Buffy had
spoken to him since the sweet, gentle, yummy Spike with evil, sharp teeth
incident. <I have REALLY got to get a shorter name for that.>
Otherwise, it was all business. And when she went patrolling, she always towed
someone else along with her, in case she ran into him.

She just didn�t
trust herself alone around him.

She mentally
snorted. <Would anyone?>

"Eve where air
balloon and craft out jam crackers in Bali." Buffy jumped to attention,
nearly knocking her untouched glass of Coke right off the table as she looked at
Willow. She creased her brow, blankly trying to put together the words and
hopefully comprehend the phrase she�d just heard.

"Wh...
what?" Willow sighed.

"I said... oh,
never mind." Buffy sighed. "Buffy, are you okay? You�ve been so out
of it ever since you broke up with Riley. Are you regretting it?" Buffy�s
head shot up and she glared at her friend.

"Hell no!
Breaking up with Riley was the smartest thing I�ve ever done. I swear, by the
time I dumped him, I was so ready to just wrap my hands around his throat and
strangle him till he turned black and blue," she muttered, completing the
disturbing image with hand motions. She looked up at the silence and caught the
wide-eyed gaze that both Tara and Willow were giving her. Buffy grinned
sheepishly. "Uh... pretend you didn�t hear that." Both girls nodded
quickly.

"No
problem," Willow mumbled, eyeing Buffy wearily and taking a sip of her
tonic water.

The girl was gonna
snap any day now.

"Whoo!"
Xander bellowed, doing a little dance and spinning once before flopping down
onto his seat. Anya, shaking her head, followed right behind him with a smile on
her face. Xander wrapped an arm around her and tilted his head at the other
three girls. "So what�s up, guys? We�ve ceased to get our groove on
tonight? Oooh, listen, they�re playing that Sublime song on the
speakers!" Buffy shrugged.

"Eh. I�m not
really up to boogying down right now, Xander. But you all can go on, I don�t
mind." Xander pouted, Willow armed herself with a puppy dog look, complete
with jutting lower lip, and Tara tilted her head at Buffy, biting her lower lip.

"Are you sure,
Buffy? We can stay here and talk. The song�s over anyway." Buffy smiled
reassuringly at the blonde witch and nodded. <Poor Tara. She�s still
feeling bad about the birthday thing.>

"I�m okay,
Tara. You can... go on." At that moment, Buffy had glanced at Xander and
noticed, with alarm, that he was studying her a little too intently. Instantly
feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny, she asked, "Whaaaat?"

"Does this
moodiness have anything to do with Riley?"

"No!"

�Well are you
sure this thing with Spike hasn�t made you paranoid or something?" He
leaned closer. "Did he do anything, force himself on you so he could bite
you?" It was quite convenient of Xander to completely forget that Riley had
mentioned Buffy �not- resisting Spike. "Do we need to make with the
poofing?" He pantomimed himself sticking a stake into Spike (although in
this case, his hand was actually hitting the pizza in the plate in front of
him). He pulled his hand back and grimaced, wiping it off. Buffy shook her head
in frustration.

"Nooo. Guys,
god, I didn�t let Spike do anything to me that I didn�t�" She stopped
as soon as she realized she was about to let slip too much info. "I mean, I
�let- him bite me. And I know he wasn�t trying to hurt me. I know about the
claim and everything." She sighed and put her head in her hands. "I
just don�t know why he claimed me." Xander shrugged.

"To control
you?" Anya bounced in her seat excitedly.

"Because he
likes her!"

Four heads shot up
to stare at her in shock. Buffy�s face paled.

"W-what?"
she whispered. Anya realized that she�d said a Bad thing. Oh, for Christ�s
sake, she couldn�t help it! It was hard being perceptive and learning
to keep her mouth shut!

Fortunately enough
for her, she�d spent a thousand plus years learning how to cover herself after
unconventional means of vengeance.

"Well we were
commenting on what could possibly make Spike want to claim you. Maybe he likes
you. It�s a possibility. But not a big one. Don�t worry, Buffy. Xander�s
probably right. Spike probably just wants to control you so it�ll be easier
for him to kill you later." She smiled and crossed her legs, smoothing her
skirt and grabbing on to Xander�s arm. Buffy gaped at her.

Somehow, the
thought Wasn't. All. That. Comforting.
<
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You�re
my butterfly, sugar, baby
Come
my lady, you�re my pretty baby
you're
my butterfly, sugar, baby>

"Oooh!
Oooh oooh oooh! It�s CrazyTown! Get up get up get up, we HAVE to dance to
this!" Xander whooped, jumping up, grabbing Anya and racing onto the dance
floor. Willow and Tara grinned at each other and grabbed hands, following the
first two.

Buffy
watched her friends as they submerged themselves into the sex-charged crowd of
people, all who were now writhing and grinding against each other. She
couldn�t help but notice that neither of her friends had stopped to say
anything to her before racing out there with their significant others.

Damn.
She felt lonely.

Maybe
she should�ve held on to Riley, just for... No. No, definitely not. Breaking
up with that maggot was the best thing she�d ever done.

<
Such a sexy, sexy, pretty little thing
fierce
nipple pierce, you got me sprung with your tongue ring
And
I ain�t gonna lie, cuz you�re lovin� gets me high
So
to keep you by my side, there�s nothin� that I won�t try >

She
hated him. HATED him. Okay, so maybe she didn�t hate him, but she
really, really didn�t like him anymore. He didn�t have what she
needed. HE wasn�t what she needed. She didn�t need him. In fact, if anyone
needed anyone, it was HIM who needed HER!

Well
she didn�t need him, didn�t need anyone for a relationship, OR for
some stupid dance. She�d danced by herself before. So fuck it. She�d dance
by herself now.

<
Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill
Time
is passing and I�m asking could this be real?
Cuz
I can�t sleep, I can�t hold still
The
only thing I really know is she got sex appeal >

Standing
up, Buffy was the walking definition of the well-written lyrics. Walking to the
dance floor, she exuded an air of confidence that succeeded to turn heads, both
male and female.

Okay,
so it was the strappy blue halter-top and the tight black leather skirt that was
grabbing most of the attention. So what?

Making
her way to the center of the floor and closing her eyes, she listened to the
churning punk rock beat of the song. The music took over her body, and her hips
began to gyrate, her waist beginning to twist, her arms rising above her head in
a bewitching dance.

<
I can feel too much is never enough
you�re
always there to lift me up when these times get rough
I
was lost now I�m found
Ever
since you�ve been around
You�re
the woman that I want so yo I�m puttin� it down
Come
my lady, come, come my lady
You�re
my butterfly, sugar, baby
Come
my lady, you�re my pretty baby
I�ll
make your legs shake, you make me go crazy >

Demoness.

That
was what she was. She moved like a demon, fought like a demon, it�d only make
sense that she be a demon.

She
hadn�t talked to him since that night at his crypt, and it was driving him
insane. He didn�t understand, couldn�t understand... why had she run
away?

He�d
felt things he never thought he�d feel again. Things he'd forgotten, things he
hadn�t felt since the last happy times he�d had with Dru.

<
I don�t deserve you unless it�s some kinda hidden message
to
show me life is precious
then
I guess it�s true
But
to tell the truth I never really knew
till
I met you>

He
growled low in his throat at the lyrics of the song. They were hitting way
too close to home.

That
was it, he couldn�t stand it. He had to touch the girl.

He
chugged back the last of his imported beer and extinguished his cigarette in
some preppy school boy�s Coke, earning a resentful Look from the twit. Spike
gave him a purely evil smirk, baring his fangs, and slammed the beer bottle down
on the bar, chuckling inwardly as the boy paled and jumped. Getting up in one
lithe surge, he sauntered onto the floor.

<
I was lost and confused, twisted and used up
knew
a better life existed, but thought that I�d missed it
My
life style�s wild, I was livin� like a wild child
Trapped
on a short leash paroled, the police files
So
yo what�s happening now?
I
see the sun breaking, shinin� through dark clouds
And
a vision of you, standing out in the crowds >

Heh.
Was this the story of his unlife with Buffy, or what?

Yecch.
The poor chit had a bunch of mangy frat boys slobbering all over her. One braved
the seductress�s dance and slid forward, putting a hand on her hip. Buffy made
no move to bring herself closer, but Spike�s demon still flared, and he
growled gently to keep it from emerging altogether.

No
one, but NO ONE, least of all some pussy-faced, pimple-popping little college
kid who didn�t know his dick from a twig, touched his girl.

The
whole Big Bad attitude came out as he moved through the crowd, who parted
instantly, like the Red Sea for Moses. When he arrived at the throng of dipshits
surrounding Buffy, most of them moved out of the young man�s way rather than
attempting to pick a fight with him. He shook his head as he watched Buffy and
the four remaining lugs enclosing her.

Really.
What in the blue hell made these stupid gits think they even had a scrap
of a chance with his Slayer?

<
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You�re
my butterfly, sugar, baby
Come
my lady, you�re my pretty baby
I�ll
make your legs shake, you make me go crazy >

She
could sense his presence behind her � had sensed it since she�d felt
part of the claim twist around her. Her Spidey sense always seemed to be extra
aware when Spike was around. Like it knew that Spike was a special one, a
vampire to be held in higher regard than other vampires. She knew she should be
slightly wigged at his proximity, but right now, she was having way too much fun
to worry. So she thought nothing of it when two of her admirers went flying, and
she pressed into him when Spike�s cool, sensual hands wrapped around her
waist.

Spike
peered over Buffy�s head at the college boys and smirked in victory, leading
his hands up her body and cupping her breasts, squeezing them possessively.
Buffy let out a low moan and pushed into him more, one arm wrapping around his
neck. Spike ground his crotch into her ass, fully aware that she could feel
every inch of him awakening, and truly not giving a flying fuck. The frat boys
glowered and shoved off, knowing that the blonde girl had made her choice �
she hadn�t let either of �them- get that close to her.

Spike
slid his hand under the Slayer�s skimpy top and captured a rosy nipple,
twisting and turning it, rubbing it until it ached. Buffy moaned again and threw
her head back against his shoulder, hearing his ragged voice mutter in her ear,
"Fuck, I want you." She replied by pressing into him, rubbing her ass
up and down his cock with a powerful, dizzying friction.

He
could see her skirt riding up her thighs, and oh GOD... if they weren�t public
right now, Buffy would be on the ground, riding something else. Spinning her
around, Spike hoisted her into his arms, and she quickly hooked her legs around
his, her fingers gripping the thick leather of his duster almost enough to
bruise it. They were face to face now, hooded blue eyes meeting heavy green
ones, both aroused, both proud and secure in their sexuality, neither giving a
damn now about where they were.

Buffy
began to move against him, the skirt sliding up around her hips. Spike quickly
draped his duster over her, intent on keeping the view of her body from everyone
else�s sight but his own. He let out a soft groan as he felt her crotch grind
into his repeatedly, the wet spot on her panties burning a hole through his
jeans and making his cock jump towards her. Her excitement was filling the room
and Spike was dizzy from the scent of it. He was drowning.

<
Hey, sugar mama, come and dance with me
the
smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me
whatever
tickles your fancy

girl,
it�s me and you like Sid and Nancy >

Oh,
god. Oh, god, he was gonna come. Fast. There was absolutely no friggin� way on
earth that he could be here, dancing to this song, in this position with the
Slayer, and �not- come. His balls were aching, and his cock felt like it was
gonna explode. He could hear Buffy�s harsh breathing in his ear as she ground
into him, and knew that she was having a bit of the same problem.

His
eyes focused on a droplet of sweat that appeared at the nape of her neck, and
slid over her collarbone, moving down her chest, trickling down the very visible
valley between those sweet, supple breasts...

His
head darted forward, and his tongue traced the path, licking up the saltiness,
sucking her skin momentarily. Buffy moaned softly, and arched up, the wetness of
her panties once again coming in contact with Spike�s throbbing crotch.

<
So sexy... almost evil
talkin�
�bout butterflies in my head
I
used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read

But
you made me feel alive when I was almost dead >

Recognition
of the lyrics flashed through both of their eyes, each understanding the
implications of the words. A crooked smile crossed Buffy�s face as she wrapped
both arms around his neck, and Spike returned the smile, tugging her closer.
God, he loved this girl.

Buffy
was up against Spike enough so they could... um, "dance" comfortably,
but she was low enough on him so that anyone who looked would think that they
actually were dancing. Which was probably a good thing considering
Xander, who very well may have had a heart attack lest he realized what his best
friend and the evil vampire were actually doing.

As
it was, the sight of them... um, "dancing" together was enough to
freak him out.

"Holy
Toledo! What in the sacred name of Zeus is that?" he yelped, nearly
dropping Anya. The ex-demon turned, following her boyfriend�s gaze. She
grinned slightly.

Anya
*really* liked it when she was right.

"It�s
Buffy. And Spike. They�re dancing. We should dance, too." She tugged on
his arm, trying to convince him of the sense in her words, and made a small
noise of frustration when he pulled away.

"Dancing?
Buffy�s dancing with Spike? It doesn�t LOOK like they�re
dancing! They look like they�re about to eat each other alive, like they�re
going at it in the middle of the floor!" Anya grinned to herself; by the
flushed looks on their faces, it seemed that was exactly what they were
doing. But she couldn�t tell that to Xander. He might go into cardiac arrest.

"Xander,
take it easy. Buffy�s been stressed lately with all this Riley stuff piled on
top of the normal demon stuff. Maybe she just wants to relax for one night.
She�s put the minor fact that Spike is an evil vampire to the side for
tonight, and if she can, then so can you." Xander looked at her.

"But
�"

"Xander..."
Anya gently touched his shoulder, her voice softening. "Look at her."
He did. "Does she look disgusted? Like she�s gonna back away and stab him
anytime soon?" Xander frowned and shook his head. He saw Spike lean in and
whisper something to her, then gawked in surprise when Buffy actually laughed.
Anya continued. "No, she doesn�t. She looks happy for once, doesn�t
she?"

Xander
sighed and nodded. "Yes..."

"Right.
She�s happy. So just leave them alone." She took his hand and pulled him
close to finish the dance.

He
really didn�t want to. Leave them alone, that is. He looked toward the center
of the floor again.

But
as long as Buffy was happy.

<
You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase
and
as far as I can see, it don�t get better than this
So,
butterfly, here is a song, and it�s sealed with a kiss

And
a thank you miss >

"You
know you�re bloody well beautiful, don�t you?"

Buffy
grinned. "Pretty sure of it." She leaned in, burying her face in his
neck, breathing in his scent. "Any particular reason for bringing it
up?" Spike pulled her closer, kissing her neck. His hands cupped her ass,
and his grinding became quicker, his breathing coming in shallow, erratic
bursts.

"Just
checking, luv." Buffy moaned blissfully, resting her cheek against his. She
whimpered in his ear, then playfully licked his earlobe, sending shivers running
up and down the vampire�s spine. She paid for it when Spike slammed his
pulsing bulge against her scantily clad clit.

Her
fingers curled into his hair as she moaned, and she arched backwards, her head
falling back, her hips thrusting against him blindly. Spike groaned and quickly
unzipped his pants, knowing he was close and not particularly wanting to wash
out any stains from his jeans later.

<
Come my lady, come, come my lady
you�re
my butterfly, sugar, baby
come
my lady, you�re my pretty baby
I�ll
make you legs shake, you make me go crazy >

As
the final lyrics of the song played, they seemed to order it of them, and Spike
slid his hand between himself and the Slayer, cupping it around the head of his
cock and capturing his seed. His head flopped down on Buffy�s shoulder and he
let out a soft whimper.

Buffy
gave a long, pleasured sigh, her insides clenching and spasming as she
approached her own release. When she did, she buried her face in Spike�s neck
and bit down gently, her blunt teeth not even close to penetrating his skin.
Nevertheless, the feel of her teeth against his skin made instinct rear up. He
lifted her hand, allowed his fangs to slide out, and gently bit into her wrist,
suckling at her blood.

After
a moment, he withdrew and placed a gentle kiss on the wounds. Buffy slid down,
looking up at him with dazed eyes. She lifted a shaky hand and touched a finger
to his lips, wiping off a smear of crimson. She sighed.

"You
really have to stop doing that," she murmured. Spike gave her a small
smile, discreetly zipping himself up with one hand. She hadn�t even noticed he
was free. Hah.

"Why?"
She slid a finger down his chest and splayed her hand over his abdomen, rubbing
his muscles gently.

"Because
then I won�t be held accountable for what I�d do to you."

He
wasn�t sure whether to curse the non-existent vampire refractory period, or
thank the Powers That Be over and over for it. He tilted his head.

"Show
me?" Buffy smiled.

"Maybe."
She brushed past him to the bathroom, a mile-wide grin plastered on her face.
Spike dipped his head, inhaling the heady scent of her orgasm, and he physically
had to restrain himself from going in after her. His eyes followed the Slayer as
she disappeared through the crowds. When she was out of his line of sight, he
sighed and turned around. He had to wipe his hand off somewhere. And as luck
would have it, somebody�s shirt was on the floor. Heh. Obviously, he and Buffy
weren�t the only ones getting busy during the song. Picking it up, he smeared
the quick-drying goop on it, then threw it back on the ground. He looked back
over his shoulder toward Buffy.

And
he smiled.

Buffy
walked into the bathroom, fully unable to wipe the smile off of her face. Damn.
If they had been *that* intense just grinding, would the earth explode if they
actually had sex?

She
went to the sink and turned on the tap, splashing the cold water on her face.
Okay, make-up was definitely finito. And it figured -- she hadn�t brought her
bag to touch up.

Oh,
well.

Her
panties felt too slippery. She turned the tap off and ducked into a stall,
shimmying her skirt up and squirming out of a very soaked white thong.
She chuckled softly to herself as she cleaned up her little mess.

Holy
crap.

The
fact that it was Spike that was evoking these feelings in her was no longer an
issue. The only thing that mattered was that he could. She hadn�t felt
so happy and so relaxed in such a long time and, once again, because of
dancing and grinding? With Spike?

She
was thinking that this was a big yay.

Should
she curse the Powers, or thank them for getting her involved with Spike? Stupid
mystical beings... they ALWAYS had to complicate things.

Buffy
left the restroom, tossing the soiled panties into the trash. Another smile
forced its way onto her face.

But
complications always made things a lot more fun.

Heavy
combat boots clomped into the room and Xander froze. Last night at the Bronze
had been a step up for him in not picking on the evil, blood-sucking fiend
(especially since the puppy had his chompers back � heh. Yeah). He�d held
himself in check pretty well, even when Spike had joined them at their table at
Buffy�s behest. He had to admit, having the vampire there, even if the
vampire's attention had been entirely focused on Buffy, had definitely
lightened the mood. Xander had even engaged in some pleasant banter with him.

That
didn�t mean he was gonna officially be friends with him.

Anyway,
there was only one person he knew that sounded like that when coming into the
room, and he had to steel himself so as not to bitch, lest Buffy followed him
in.

Surprisingly
enough, the owner of the boots was Buffy.

Should
he be wigged?

Damn.
He�d forgotten that Buffy Anne Summers owned one of the world�s most
extensive collections of shoes, including eight different pairs of boots. The
combat boots on her feet all-too-closely resembled Spike�s. With a skin-tight
white T-shirt emblazoned with the word �hottie� on front with blue flames
and a tight black skirt that reached mid-thigh, however, she was all Buffy.

Except
for her apparent new love for all things restricting with a lack of room for
circulation. It seemed that she was taking fashion tips from Spike. Really creepy
fashion tips. Xander suppressed his gag reflex as an involuntary picture of
Spike walking around in Buffy�s clothes with sunglasses on popped into his
head.

How
disturbing.

Maybe
the claim was having more of an effect on the Slayer than they�d originally
thought.

Xander
stood up, his finger pointing at her. "Look. It�s a cross between Madonna
and Billy Idol!" Buffy�s head jerked around, focusing on him, and he
shrank back, wiggling his fingers sheepishly. "Please don�t hurt me.
Loving the new look, really."

Buffy
shook her head and turned away again, taking off her sunglasses. "Shut up.
FYI, I just wanted to try something new. And I�ve had these clothes for, like,
ever, so I figured I�d get some wear into them. Okay?"

Xander
held both hands up. "Okay, okay, sorrrrrreeee."

Buffy
frowned, then shrugged. "Whatever."

Whoa.
Buffy was going back to pre-Slayer, Los Angeles Buffy days. Creepy.

Xander
shivered.

"Hey,
Xander, hey, Anya, hey, Buff-eee, whoa." Dawn bounced into the room,
glancing over her sister�s outfit. "Wow, look at you! All punk-ish and
goth-y... now all you need is that dark make-up you always wore when you dated
Angel, and you�d actually be cool."

Buffy
scowled at her sister, but a tiny smile was twitching at the corners of her
mouth. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me? Or did Willow teach you
teleportation?"

Willow�s
head poked out of the training room, and she waved meekly. "No teaching of
any things magic, Buffy, I swear. I was just coming here and Dawn was walking
around, so I brought her with me."

Buffy
stilled, then looked at the Energy Blob. "You told me you were going to
Caitlyn�s. Who, as I happen to recall, lives right down the street from
us." She turned back to Willow. "Where was she walking?"

The
red-head froze up. She felt like her throat had globbed over. "Um... um,
she was... just around..." A sleek blonde eyebrow rose up, and Buffy looked
wearily at her friend. That slut she�d encountered had been looking for the
key. Dawn was the Key. What if this woman had found her? From what Buffy had
seen of the chick, she had more strength than two Buffies put together. She
grabbed Willow�s arms.

"Where
was she, Will?"

Willow
took one look at the Slayer and broke down. "She... she was at Spike�s
cemetery with him. I�m sorry, so, so sorry!"

Buffy
felt relief wash over her immediately, and she looked down at the teen, who was
glaring at the witch for her betrayal. "You were with Spike?" she
asked.

Dawn
turned to her and nodded meekly. "Yeeessss..."

Buffy
smiled and nodded. "Okay." She turned toward the training room.

Dawn
blinked.

Willow
gaped.

Xander
choked.

Anya
pretty much ignored them all.

The
other three looked at each other, before Dawn raced after her sister, with the
two Scoobies on her tail.

Catching
up to her, Dawn grabbed her shoulder. "You mean, you don�t mind that I
was with him?"

Buffy
turned to her. "No. I don�t. Because I know you�re safe with him."
She turned to walk again, but spun back just as quickly. "But I AM a little
miffed that you lied about where you were going."

Dawn
pouted. "I�m sorry... I just really wanted to see him. He was so
cool about what happened with Tara�s family on Monday." Dawn paused,
thinking for a moment. "I think I scared him when I showed up. Shouldn�t
it be the other way around?"

Buffy
laughed. "For some reason, little girls have a way of unnerving big manly
vampires. You saw how Angel wigged every time he saw you. Don�t know
why." She put a hand on Dawn�s shoulder. "Okay, you�re off the
hook this time. Don�t do it again... someone could..." Buffy trailed off.
Dawn didn't know about Crazy-Chick. Dawn didn't know about the Key. Dawn didn't
know that she was said Key, and that Slutbomb 2000 was
after her. She reworded herself quickly. "You might scare Mom." The
two shared a meaningful look, and Dawn nodded.

"I
gotcha. Thanks, Buffy."

Buffy
nodded, touching a lock of Dawn�s hair. "No problem."

Dawn
grinned giddily, then flounced off to somewhere in the store, most likely to
bother Giles.

After
a brief pause, Xander and Willow walked up to Buffy.

Xander
had his hand over his face. "Did I just hear what I... thought I
heard?"

Buffy
looked at him, unclasping her skirt to reveal workout shorts underneath.
"What would that be?"

Xander
glanced at her in disbelief. "You? Saying that Dawn was *safe* with the
Evil Dead? Are you nuts? He�s got his fangs back! He could go after Dawn to
get to you, and you�re saying that she�s SAFE with him?!"

Buffy
turned and glared at him, tying her hair up. "Did you even see how
he was with Dawn the day I broke up with Riley? He couldn�t even believe
that she liked him! And did you see her just now? Did you see any marks on her?
Did you see her shaking, and crying, and, and scared to death?" Xander
started to reply, but Buffy cut him off.

"No,
you didn�t. What, Xander, do you think I�m stupid? That Spike�s claim on
me has completely clouded my judgment of him? Because it hasn�t. In fact, with
the damn claim, I�m thinking more clearly than before. Dawn is fine
with Spike! She didn�t come back maimed or torn! He wouldn�t
hurt her, he wouldn�t do anything cruel to her, and do you know why?
Because he cares about her. I know he does. And I know he wouldn�t
bring her any harm. I trust him."

Xander�s
jaw fell open and he stared at Buffy in shock. Willow�s eyebrows had risen up
on her forehead, and she was just watching the two. Buffy turned away, more
stunned than the others were at her own words. But as she slid her boots off and
taped her hands up, she knew the truth, and repeated it with more resolve. She
had confidence in him.

"I
trust him."
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