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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Out of My
Head

...part
VIII...

"I think
I�ve stepped into some weird, freaky, parallel dimension or something. Did she
really say that she trusted him?" Xander asked, his eyebrows raised, his
face holding a look nothing short of confusion. Willow nodded, putting a hand on
his shoulder.

"Yeah, Xander.
She did. A-And please don�t go all... um, Psycho on me, but... I think she
likes him." She winced when Xander whirled to face her, and put her hands
up protectively. "Hey, I said no Psycho! Believe me, I don�t understand
it, but I think she likes him, and I think he more than likes her, too."
Xander snorted.

"So, what are
you saying, Wills? That a chipless, soulless, evil vampire is in love with
Buffy?"

Willow bit her
lower lip. Xander�s eyes closed and he grabbed at his stomach, trying to avoid
his sudden bout of nausea.

"Oh,
god."

He ran for the door
to the cellar, intent on crashing right into the bathroom. Willow waved her hand
at his back apologetically.

"Sorry!"
she called.

The door slammed
open upstairs, echoing off the walls. Dammit; he really had to get a
secure bolt for that damn thing. As if it hadn�t been startling enough to
finish the work on his shower and walk upstairs, then get scared out of his wits
when he found Bitty waiting for him that morning.

He growled and put
down the hammer he�d found at the dump, opting to carry his chisel with him.
It wasn�t a railroad spike � that hadn�t been his signature for 95 years
� but it would do for now. He sniffed, testing the air around him, but the
must and stone dust had thickened the air so much, he couldn�t even tell which
nostril was where. So, holding the chisel at his side, he climbed up the ladder.

Damn. The must had
drifted all the way to the upper level. He looked around.

"Who�s here?
Show y�self." There was absolutely no response. "I swear, I find
you, they�ll be diggin� you up a millenia! Y�hear me? Get your ass out
here!"

Still no response.

Then Spike dropped
the chisel, letting out a small gasp and wincing in pain. He looked down slowly.

... and saw one big
ass stake protruding from his shoulder; just above his lung, and, thankfully,
way off from his heart. A revolting scent drifted up from the wood, and the
recognition flared instantly. He growled dangerously.

Soldier Boy.

He turned slowly,
being extra careful in case the dick aimed again and got a good shot in this
time. A feral smile curled his lips and he yanked the stake out, ignoring the
pain as well as the gaping hole that was bleeding uncontrollably.

"Well, well.
Look who got himself a pair of balls," he drawled, tilting his head. Riley
took Spike�s words as his cue to step forward, and did so, armed with a
crossbow.

"Wish I could
say it was good to see you, Spike. But then, it never really is good to
see you, is it?" the boy said, drawing himself up straight. Spike raised
his eyebrows.

"Oh, come now.
Don�t be so harsh, boy." He jutted out his lower lip at the mortal.
"You just might hurt my feelings with those witty barbs." Spike sighed
and hooked his thumb in the front of his jeans. "So... what, now? You�re
here to fight for Buffy�s honor or somethin�? Cuz I think you�re about ten
or twelve centuries too late to apply for the chivalrous knight role."
Riley inched closer, grasping his taser with his free hand. He looked completely
calm and determined, but Spike could hear the git�s heart beating off the
charts.

"Shut up,
Spike. I�m not here for the small talk. I know you�ve done something to
Buffy. Yeah, you claimed her � I know about it, the whole gang does. But you
didn�t just claim her, did you? You put some sort of spell on her, a
spell to cloud her judgment. You�re a real piece of work, you know that,
Spike?" Spike smiled proudly, straightening.

"Hey, glad you
noticed, mate!" He stretched (carefully; that stake wound hurt like a bitch
right now), arching his lean, toned body. He glanced down, appraising himself.
"I �am- pretty, ain�t I?" Riley�s disgusted gaze never wavered.

"Yeah, Spike.
You�re pretty. A pretty big pain in the ass. Stay away from Buffy or I swear
to God, I�ll use this," he ground out, holding the crossbow up. Spike
smiled, his face shifting into his demon visage.

"You... do
remember that your little metal tinker-toy isn�t in my head anymore, right?
An� that means I can kill you. Do you even know what you�re up against,
mate? I�m not afraid of you." Spike advanced on the boy, his white, white
teeth glistening. "Not in the least."

Without warning,
his foot shot out and knocked the crossbow and the taser out of Riley�s grasp.

"�S not
brave fighting with weapons. You think you�re such a man? Then fight me with
your fists, pillock." Riley stared at him stonily, then nodded, getting
into a rather amateurish fighting position.

"Fine. Let�s
fight."

Spike growled, an
insane grin appearing on his face, and he launched himself at Farmboy.

"Ungh!"

Left foot down,
right foot in the air. Jump kick. Right foot down, left in the air, this time.
Roundhouse. Right hook, left uppercut. Circle around, right jab, left jab,
right, right, right, left, right, spin kick.

The punching bag
flew off of its hook and hit the ground with a thud, the bag splitting open on
its side. Buffy�s eyes widened and she winced.

"Oopsie.
Sorry, Giles."

Giles sighed and
stood up from his place in the corner, walking over to her. He put a warm,
fatherly hand on her shoulder.

"It�s all
right, Buffy. I�m sure Xander and I can manage to fix it." They looked
down at the bag simultaneously. The sand inside had poured out of the split
cloth, and it looked like someone had massacred the Sandman. Giles sighed again,
then looked at Buffy. "Any unreleased aggression I should be warned
about?" Buffy grinned up at him.

"Just a tiny
bit," she said. Giles nodded.

"Care to
explain why?" She peered up at him for a moment, then shrugged.

"Just a tad
annoyed at Xander." A faint smile donned the Watcher�s face.

"Ah, yes...
I�m all too familiar with that feeling, unfortunately," he said. Buffy
gave him a slight smile, pushing him playfully.

"Well, yeah,
but that�s different. Cuz he�s been an annoyance to you ever since you met
him. This is kinda new for me. Xander�s suddenly decided that Buffy needs
psychiatric help. Just because I�ve decided to trust Spike." Giles�
eyebrows rose in surprise.

"I... er...
you have?" Buffy glanced at the baffled Watcher, then groaned at the look
on his face.

"Oh, no... no,
no, no... Giles, please don�t get on my case about this. I have a century�s
worth of criticism from Xander as it is!" Giles shook his head quickly.

"No, Buffy, I,
uh... there is no �getting on your case.� I-I�m just a tad surprised.
What�s the reason for this?" The Slayer shrugged.

"I... I
don�t know. It�s just a feeling. Like you said, no Slayer had ever been
claimed by a master vampire before. So the results are all up in the air. Well,
I think this is one of those results. Something�s, like... poking at me,
telling me that it�s safe with him. That he�d never hurt me, or... or Dawn,
or any of us. Well, except maybe Xander. Xander irks Spike just as much as Spike
irks Xander. But... yeah. It�s something I can just... sense, y�know?"
Giles nodded.

"I see...
Buffy, I�d like to get you and Spike in the same room together. This is a
unique opportunity, and I want to record the full extent of response on your
part to Spike�s claim in my journal. But, er... Buffy?" She looked up, a
sudden queasy feeling pricking at her stomach.

"Yes?"
she asked. Giles eyed her.

"Have you
reciprocated the claim?" Buffy shook her head and hid a wince. The
queasiness was intensifying rapidly, and now it was starting to hurt. Something
was wrong.

Spike.

"At first, I-I
didn�t realize that I had to, cuz I didn�t know he�d done it when he bit
me the first time. I figured it out when he bit me again. But no, I haven�t...
um... traded bities with him." Giles frowned, and suddenly Buffy really
didn�t like the expression on his face. "What?"

Giles drew a deep
breath. "In order to see the effect of a claim on a Slayer and a master
vampire, I... I believe you may have to..." He stopped when he looked at
her and noticed the considerably pale look on her face. Her hands were clutched
to her stomach, fingers digging into the material of her top. "Buffy?"
he queried, alarmed.

At first, Buffy
didn�t respond, her face contorting in pain from the pangs in her stomach.
Then she scrutinized Giles. "Something�s wrong," she mumbled. Giles
noticed that despite the immense look of pain on her face, her voice was still
strong and clear. Abruptly, she turned and grabbed her skirt, pulling it up
around her legs. She slid her feet into her boots and started for the door.
"Something is -really- wrong, Giles."

He hurried after
her as she ran out, the bell above the door chiming loudly to signal her
departure. He lunged for the door, ignoring the confused looks that Anya and the
others gave him.

"Buffy!"
he called.

Buffy kept running.

"That all you
got, White Bread? Come on, now. Give it to me," Spike growled, motioning
Riley closer. The boy, bruised and bloody with a swollen eye, complied, aiming a
punch at Spike�s injured shoulder. Spike easily deflected it, but punched back
with the same arm, forgetting himself. He made contact, capping Riley right in
the jaw, but he�d stretched his arm out too far. He�d already lost quite a
bit of blood from the wound, but it had started to heal during the scuffle. Now,
the skin had broken once again, and blood began pouring out, more copiously than
before. He let out a weak cry and clasped his arm, closing his eyes in pain. He
cursed at himself. < I couldn�t of waited till it was healed, could I?
>

Riley saw Spike
falter from the wound and took advantage, getting up and plowing his foot into
Spike�s stomach. At the vampire�s gasping wheeze, Riley felt encouraged, and
began kicking him repetitively.

Spike closed his
eyes as the steel toe of Riley�s boot once again connected with his
midsection. He felt himself being rolled over, and then he felt nothing but
absolute agony as Riley�s foot slammed down on his shoulder wound, making the
blood spurt out even more. A kick to his head � yet another injury turned
bloody. He wrapped his arms around his waist and attempted to curl into a fetal
position, but Riley shattered his effort.

Why wasn�t he
fighting back? He could easily destroy this shithead, in the blink of an eye,
yet here he was, lying on the ground and praying for the pain to stop.

It didn�t occur
to him exactly how bad the stake wound was, or how much blood he�d actually
lost. It wouldn�t kill him, but as of now, he was incapacitated.

Oh, god, he was
gonna die.

Buffy raced along
the streets, stumbling every so often on a dislodged piece of sidewalk or an
ousted tree root. The pain in her stomach was getting stronger and more
tormenting with each step she took. She was about twenty feet away from the
entrance to the cemetery, and another fifteen from Spike�s crypt.

Would the pain kill
her before she made it?

Buffy let out a
loud cry as a particularly sharp jolt occurred right below her ribs, just above
her stomach. She stumbled against a tree, holding on tightly until the pain
started to dissipate. Ow, ow, ow, what the hell was that? Was this part
of the claim? And was it normal for a claim to go this deep?

Either way, she
definitely knew something was wrong with Spike now.

Scrambling
against the tree trunk, her head beginning to throb, she fairly shot towards the
crypt, thanking someone up there for the preternatural speed given to Slayers.

She
was gasping for breath from several more abdominal attacks when she got to the
door of the crypt, and when she saw what was happening, she lost air altogether.

Spike.
On the floor. Being kicked repeatedly by Riley. Blood all over his body. A
dislocated shoulder by the looks of it. And a...

Holy
shit.

Stake
wound. Stake wound in very close proximity to his heart. Left shoulder.
Bad, bad, BAD!

"Spike,"
she mumbled. She limped forward; god, it was horrifying to think that Riley, of
all people, was capable of something like this. Why hadn�t Spike fought him
back? From the look of Riley�s face, Spike had really laid into him, but she
wasn�t used to seeing Spike down on the ground, getting the absolute shit beat
out of him. Well, unless it was her that was doing the beating. Her gaze
narrowed on him again, and suddenly it clicked � he�d lost blood from the
laceration. Her heart twisted painfully, and her eyes drifted down his face. His
eyes were open, and he was squinting at her weakly; she deduced that he�d
heard her whisper his name.

She
looked up sharply when she saw Riley reach for a stake. Her eyes widened.

"No....
no! Spike!" she cried out, pushing forward and grabbing Riley by the
back of his shirt, then flinging him effortlessly into the wall. He groaned with
pain at the impact, then let out a yell as Buffy grabbed him around the neck,
slamming him into it again.

"You
idiot. You stupid, fucking, moronic idiot. Maybe you didn�t get it the first
time I said it. I�m pretty sure I told you to stay the hell away from Spike.
Now, why could you not comprehend that?" she asked, her grip
squeezing around his neck. Riley wheezed and coughed, trying to answer, but
nothing came out.

A
backhand from Buffy got at least one noise out of him.

"I�ve
given you plenty of fucking chances to get out with your dick intact, Riley, but
you don�t get it. You just don�t fucking get it!" Her knee came
up and delivered a painful kick directly between his legs. Riley�s eyes
widened and he emitted an agonized groan, doubling over onto his knees.

"Buffy?"
he choked out. Buffy glared down at him, then grabbed him up, dragging him out
the door.

"I
want nothing to do with you. Ever again. I don�t know you. If I ever
find you even two hundred feet near Spike, I�ll rip your damn head off and
shove it up your ass." She shoved him out into the graveyard. "Get out
of Sunnydale."

Riley
looked up, desperate to plead his case, but was faced with a closed door.

Buffy
turned and strode quickly to Spike�s side, struggling to pull him up without
jarring either of his arms. Wrapping her own arms around his waist, she stood
him up and tugged him gently to the sarcophagus. Looking around for some sort of
cushioning, she discovered a pillow stashed haphazardly into the corner.
Grabbing it, she placed it on the stone, then gently laid Spike�s head down on
it.

She
sat down next to him and gazed at him as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
Buffy reached out her hand, touching his face with her nimble little fingers.
Spike gave a soft purr and leaned into her touch, his eyes shutting. Her hand
moved up, stroking his soft, white-blonde curls.

"God,
what did he do to you?" she whispered. Spike coughed softly, then turned
his head to nuzzle her hand. Considering the pain that was ripping up and down
his arms and chest, this felt really good.

"You
know. You can see." Buffy frowned and he looked up at her. "I�m
fine, pet. I�m not as off as I look. Quick healin� an� such, though I�m
kinda surprised. That bastard did a number on me." Buffy looked to his
shoulder.

"He
tried to stake you," she murmured. Spike yawned slightly.

"Operative
word bein� �tried.� As you can see, I�m still here." She managed a
tiny smile, then leaned down, resting her forehead against his.

"I�m
so sorry, Spike. I really am."

"An�
if I could move my arms, I�d show you that there�s nothin� for you to be
sorry about. It was my fault, I baited the little shit an� told him to fight
without his toys. Don�t know why it actually sunk into that peanut brittle
brain of his," he replied, nuzzling her cheek. This time, Buffy�s smile
wasn�t forced. Especially with him rubbing his face against her like a cat. It
was cute.

"But
other than the stake wound and the shoulder thing, you�re fine?" He
pulled away and cut off his happy sounds, grinning.

"Peachy,
pet. Just a little winded. Did that great big nit play football or
something?" She raised her eyebrows, ignoring his question.

"And
I suppose now you�ll tell me that since my ex did this to you, I should play
nursemaid?" The grin widened.

"Well...
I wasn�t gonna say as such, but... Hmm. You, struttin� about in a nurse�s
duds, playing servant girl to my every whim?" Buffy scrunched up her nose,
swatting his chest. "Oi, watch it, luv! Walkin� wounded here!" Buffy
rolled her eyes.

"Okay,
Mr. Walking Wounded. I�m gonna close the door. Just lay back and relax. It�d
be beyond bad if a demon walked by and found out that William the Bloody is
temporarily down for the count," she said. Spike glared at her, emitting a
warning growl low in his throat, then shifted from 120 year old vampire to a
five year old child, sticking his tongue out at her. Buffy laughed and shook her
head, standing up, walking to the door and pulling it closed. She looked back at
him, biting her lower lip.

"Do
you want some blood?" she asked tentatively, preparing to pull the shirt
away from her neck. But Spike apparently had no idea what she was saying.

"Get
me the type O pack, it�s behind the jar and under the AB," he called,
surprising her. He didn�t want to drink from her? Okay, weird... Wouldn�t
her blood help him heal faster?

Okay,
even weirder. She wanted him to bite her. Again.

Shrugging
it off, she ambled to the mini-fridge, getting out the abnormally large packet
of blood. And she couldn�t really help it � she was curious about what Spike
really kept in there � she snooped through the contents of the fridge.

Not
much to go on. Three water bottles in the back. The large jar of the more
abundant pig�s blood that Spike got at the butcher�s. The very rare bags of
human blood Spike got as special treats for himself. A couple of bottles of
beer, and finally, a half-full plate of buffalo wings, spicy barbecue sauce
congealed on top, that he�d most likely taken from the Bronze. The big thief.

Hesitating,
she reached in and grabbed a bottle of water, then took it and the blood baggie
over to the tomb. Sitting down again, Buffy gently helped him up and handed him
the packet.

"Drink
up. I�ll have to clean up that stake wound..." she bent her head to look
at his other arm and tugged on it gently, wincing when Spike roared in pain.
"Sorry, sorry... Okay, relocation is necessary now." Spike shot her a
�duh� glare before his face shifted. Raising his eyes to look at her (which
was a bit difficult with his brow ridges dipping over them), he bit into the
baggie with relish, happily milking the blood inside for all it was worth.

"This
�nursemaid� stint is already goin� to your head, innit?" he asked in
amusement. Buffy glared at him and shoved him on to his back, grabbing the bag
away and tossing it on the floor. Grasping his shirt at the collar, she jerked,
tearing it right down the center and making him jump. He looked up at her with a
truly patronizing grin on his face.

"Damn,
Slayer, if you wanted to see me shirtless�" She gave him a warning glare,
her hand hovering dangerously over the big hole in his shoulder.

"Shut
up, Spike. All I�m doing is cleaning this up. That�s it."

He
sighed, looking at her. "Get the whiskey, then. It�ll clean up better�n
the water would." She nodded, then ran to find it, digging around Spike�s
various... things � all of which had been found at the junkyard or dump, no
doubt.

When
she did find the whiskey bottle, she strode back over to him and tore a bit off
of his T-shirt, dousing it with the cool liquid.

"Hold
on to my arm or something, cuz this is gonna sting like major hell," she
murmured, lowering the cloth to the raw, bleeding injury. Spike grunted in
response, but grabbed onto her with the arm anyway.

"Y�think
I don�t know that?"

Buffy
grimaced slightly as the scent of the liquor wafted up, permeating her senses.
She tried to ignore it, instead trying to focus on cleaning him up. "Shut
up, Spike."

She
pulled him toward her in a half-hug, barely noticing Spike�s wince when the
cloth and the fiery liquid came in contact with his skin. Gritting his teeth, he
lowered his head onto her shoulder, jerking slightly as the drops of liquor
seeped into the gash. When Buffy pulled the rag away and squirted some water on
it, then replaced it on his shoulder, he sighed with relief. The sting of the
whiskey was taken away instantly as cool relief replaced it.

Buffy
gently pulled away from him, then ripped off another piece, using it as a gauze
for the wound. < Behold. The many uses of just one of Spike�s black
shirts. > She squirmed over him until she sat on his other side, then
handed him the whiskey bottle. "Drink," was all she said and Spike,
though curious, obediently lifted the bottle and gulped down the burning liquid.
She lifted her head to look at him. "Do you have anything here, something
to use, some wood?"

Spike�s
scarred eyebrow went up. He grinned.

Buffy
instantly scowled, rolling her eyes. "You know what I mean! Is there
something here to bite down on? You know, so you don�t bust your teeth when I
pop your shoulder back in? Something to distract you?" Spike pondered it,
then observed her.

"What
about you?" he asked, trailing a hand down her arm. "I�m sure you
could... easily provide somethin� to..." he quirked his lips, adding a
mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows, "occupy my interest."

Against
her better judgment, a smile cracked her lips. "And what am I supposed to
do exactly?" Spike regarded her innocently.

"You
can think of somethin�."

Buffy
smirked at him and got up, pulling the rest of his shirt off and shoving it in
his mouth. The vampire grunted, scowling at her to show what he thought of her
little solution, but nonetheless placed a hand on her shoulder. Buffy braced her
hand on his chest and grabbed his injured arm with her other hand. She peered at
him.

"You
ready?" Before he could answer, she jerked his arm, hearing the bones grind
and shift before a loud pop signaled that the joint was back in place. Spike�s
howl of displeasure resonated through the crypt, and he ripped the shirt out of
his mouth with his free hand, seething.

"You
bloody great bitch! That fuckin� hurt!" he yowled. She bit her lip,
crawling over to him and touching his cheek gently.

"I�m
sorry, I had to do that! But hey, at least it�s back in place now. You
aren�t walking around, waving a ripped off arm in your other hand." Spike
narrowed his eyes at her words.

"Don�t
you start, little girl. My arm may be all fucked up, but I can still knock you
down to your knees!"

Buffy
grinned at said her next words before she could stop herself. "Don�t have
to knock me down to get me on my knees," she said mischievously. When she
realized the words that had fallen from her lips, her hand flew up and clapped
down over her mouth, her face turning bright red in anguish. Spike�s eyebrows
went up and he grinned. Reaching out his arm, he tugged the girl into his lap,
wrapping his left arm around her waist and pulling her close.

"Really,
pet? Is that so?" He tilted his head down and began kissing her neck. She
whimpered and attempted to pull away, thoroughly embarrassed by her big fat
mouth. "Care to show me?" he asked, then lunged for her, his lips
suctioned firmly over his bite marks. Teasingly, he began to suck slowly and
sensually as he slid his hand over her thigh, across her ass, up her back. Buffy
moaned softly at the sensation and turned in Spike�s arms, straddling his lap.
Moving both hands to her ass, he guided her hips in a gentle rock against his.
Pulling his mouth away, he lifted his hand to touch her cheek, rubbing his thumb
against her lower lip when she looked at him.

Buffy
automatically stopped her movements, tilting her head as she gazed at him. And
dammit, she�d just looked in his eyes again. She had to stop doing that.
Spike�s eyes could do the same thing as a thrall just by glancing at someone.

Not
that he didn�t already have her under his little spell. Smug, gorgeous
bastard.

Why
couldn�t she do the hypno-thingy with him? He seemed to be just as
enthralled with her as she was with him, so how come HypnoEye didn�t work for her?

Oh,
well.

A
tiny smile crossed her face and she leaned in, pressing her lips gently to his.
She couldn�t resist. His soft pink mouth, with the full, pouty lower lip
looked too yummy to ignore, and god she just wanted to suck on that lip! He
drove her crazy when he pouted at her � half the time she was trying to resist
from pouncing on him right in the middle of a conversation, just to make out
with him.

Soft,
pink, pouty lower lips on tall, pale, Gothic, yet incredibly hot vampires were a
dangerous combination.

Spike
smiled under her mouth and tugged her closer, kissing her back feverishly. Such
a little vixen. Truth to tell, he hadn�t expected that kiss. He�d figured
she was still a little embarrassed about her little �down on my knees� slip.
The genuine affection he�d seen in her eyes and on her face when she�d
smiled at him had startled him in the best way. Was she falling for him?

"Oh,
luv," he murmured softly, his fist running through her hair and
convulsively clutching at the blonde locks, his lips nibbling and seeking
something from hers with soft, sweet, chaste kisses. Her hands moved up and
cupped either side of his face, drawing him closer to her, to feel his lips
against hers even more. And finally, when she had to breathe, she pulled away
and rested her head in the crook of his neck, her nose nudging the strong
muscles in his throat.

His
eyes closed and he buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet lavender
scent decorating the tresses. Actually, it�d be better to stop doing that. The
scent was having a positive effect on him in the most physical sense, and this
was a bit of a tender moment. He was NOT gonna ruin it.

His
arms closed tightly around her, hugging her close. Buffy breathed softly,
running her fingers up and down the hard, corded muscles in his back.
"Spike," she sighed, snuggling contentedly against him.

Holy
crap. She was happy. Jesus H. Christ... how many times had that not
happened to her in the past five years?

Spike
looked down at the tiny woman in his arms in surprise. Damn. If she was anymore
relaxed, she�d be purring in pleasure. Which wasn�t that bad of a thought...
The Slayer purring at him was one really good thought that could lead to
the beginning of one helluva fun night... < NO! Stop it, you git! Romantic
moment an� all that! Don�t you fuckin� ruin it! The Slayer�s havin� a
snuggle with you. YOU, not the dick, not the poof, not the soddin� whelp, YOU.
Get your head out from between your legs! >

Hmm.
Strangely, talking to himself seemed to do the trick sometimes. As weird as it
seemed.

"I
don�t want to move," he heard the Slayer whisper, and pulled her more
protectively into his embrace.

"I
don�t want you to, either. I like you here," he murmured. Buffy pulled
her head up and smiled brilliantly at him, and holy shit, he could�ve sworn
his heart just thumped.

"I
have to though," she said, attempting to squirm off of his lap. Spike let
out a little petulant growl, pulling her back down. Buffy paused and stared at
him, then grinned. "We need to leave, Spike. Giles wants to do a study on
us. He�ll be pretty renowned for being the only Watcher that has a complete
account on the claiming rites between a Slayer and a vampire." Spike
snorted, thoroughly unimpressed.

"And?"
The normally not-there end to the word came out hard and annoyed. "I�m
supposed to be dazzled by this? Rupert wants to write out a review of me for
those Council wankers just because I�ve claimed his Slayer?" Buffy
frowned at him.

"No.
It�s not going to be about us. He just wants to observe us and figure out the
effects of a vampire�s claim on a Slayer. It�ll have nothing about either of
us mentioned. What, you think Giles likes those bastards in England? He hates
them almost as much as I do. I think he�s figured out that there won�t be
any co-op from you if he mentions anything about your life." She tilted her
head. "Why do you hate talking about Pre-Vamp Post-Vamp so
much?" Spike shrugged.

"Most
a what I�ve done after Dru Sired me... It�s already been written down
somewhere in those bloody journals. An� the only person allowed to know
�bout me before I was Sired is me. It�s private, an� it�s the past. I
wanna leave it behind. That good �nough for you?"

Buffy
sighed. "I guess. Anyway, get up. I need to make a sling for you till your
arm heals. Then we�ll leave." Spike smirked as she turned away, saluting
her in the most unconventional way, accompanied with a leer as he stood up.

"Yes�m,
Madam General." She turned and grinned at him.

"Shut
up, Spike."

"That�s
all you got, eh?"

"Well,
as a matter of fact, Xander, yes, that is all I got, considering she ran
out of here like a hellion was after her."

Xander
didn�t look convinced. "Giles, Buffy wouldn�t run from a hellion."

Giles
sighed, rubbing his eyes. God, he was ready to strangle the boy. "Yes, that
is true, Xander. However, I still don�t know why she ran out. Now kindly back
off?" Xander sheepishly moved out of the Watcher�s way, sitting down at
the table. As Anya walked by, Giles began fiddling with the Menkhari root water,
setting them down next to the Abrigan baboon�s feet. Anya paused momentarily
to observe him, and her eyes widened when it registered what two things he was
putting together. When he turned away, she ran for the products, looking around
wildly and pushing the water away. However, she accidentally knocked one of the
glass bottles over, spilling the root water inside of it. She winced as a loud
pop permeated the air, and a baboon�s foot shattered, pieces flying onto the
meeting table. Giles spun around in alarm, looking questioningly at his
employee.

"What
on earth was that?" he queried, his brow creasing. Anya shrugged and
pointed at him.

"You
put the root water and the baboon�s feet together like a complete idiot.
Don�t look at me," she said, then turned back toward the cash register,
grabbing a few sales slips. Giles frowned as he watched her, then shook his
head, walking back to the table. Willow and Tara, busy discussing one of their
classes (and the topic of Buffy�s newest foe when Giles was watching), looked
up when said Watcher approached.

A
rain cloud must have lost its way and settled on his brow. Willow cocked her
head. "What is it, Giles?"

The
Watcher shook his head, frowning. "What? Oh... oh, it�s nothing. It�s
just..." He turned to look at the Wiccans. "Buffy�s been gone an
awful long while now. I suppose I�m just a bit worried about her, that�s
all. I shouldn�t be, I know. She can take care of herself. But she seemed...
so unsettled earlier, before she left."

Willow
grinned. "Awww, Giles is being the Worried Daddy. How sweet!"

Giles
managed a wry smile. "Yes, I am. I can�t help it," he said, turning
away and tinkered with the Tibetan lobeman reeds. "She does that to
me." Willow looked on sympathetically, then jumped nearly fifty feet as the
Slayer crashed right through the door, a dark-haired vampire attacking her. The
blonde kicked at the fiend�s stomach, shoving him up off of her and tossing
him in the air.

Anya
was freaking out. "Not in the store, not in the store! You�re gonna wish
I was still a vengeance demon from what I�d do to you if you break
anything!"

Both
Slayer and vampire ignored the frenzied ex-demon, continuing on with the fight.
A few quick kicks to the midsection, then a kick between the legs, and Stinky
was ready for dusting. However...

"Dammit,
someone throw me a stake!" the Slayer hollered. Xander jumped to attention
and flung a stake toward her. Almost like magic, the stake glided right to
Buffy�s hand, and her arm swung down, embedding the wood into the vampire�s
back. A puff of dust, and the mini-war was over.

Buffy
didn�t stay for long, though, running back outside and cutting off
everyone�s congratulatory praises. She rounded the corner of the Magic Box and
ducked into the alley, mauling a blonde head that was resting on the ground.

"Spike,"
she murmured, pulling his head into her lap and looking over him. "God, are
you okay?" she asked, tenderly rubbing the gash in his left shoulder
through his new shirt and duster. Spike grunted at the words and made an attempt
to sit up by himself. His arm flailed and he grabbed a hold of Buffy, pulling
her head down. She looked down, mildly amused.

"Was
that accident or purpose?"

Spike
grinned. "Depends, luv."

"On
what?"

Spike
lifted his head up to peer into her eyes. "Oh, nothing. Just this." He
pressed his lips gently to hers, his silky, cool tongue slipping out and lapping
at her lower lip. Buffy giggled and pulled away. She stood and gently tugged him
up, slipping an arm around his waist. Thank God he was injured. If she walked
into the shop like this with him any other day, the Magic Box would be reverted
to a zoo from all the noises and the �what-the-hell-are-you-doings� that
would be thrown at her. Slowly, they made their way into the shop.

Surprisingly,
Giles was the first to comment. "Good lord, what happened?"

Then
Tara, Anya, Willow and Dawn rushed her. Willow and Tara grabbed Spike and took
Buffy�s place at either side, helping him to a table while Anya and Dawn
followed quickly, both girls entirely too intrigued in his injuries. "Oh my
god, what happened, Spike?" the younger Summers asked, wide-eyed.

"Was
it demons?" Willow questioned, biting her lower lip. "Was it that
demon lady that Buffy�s been fighting?"

Spike�s
blue-eyed gaze rested on the Slayer�s little family (well, except for Xander
� duh.) He shook his head, nearly laughing. He really had to find
whatever it was that these goofs were on and take a hit himself. It didn�t
seem to register with them that they were still dealing with a very intelligent,
very famous, very powerful vampire at the moment.

"Riley
attacked him," Buffy stated quietly, causing all eyes to turn to her. She
folded her arms and sighed. "I ran out, went to his crypt, and there was
Riley, kicking the shit out of him. Dislocated his shoulder, and tried to stake
him."

"And
you stopped him?" Xander scoffed quietly (but not quietly enough for
Spike�s hearing not to catch what was said). The blonde vampire turned his
head and glared menacingly at the brunette.

"I
heard that. Watch your mouth, mate," he growled softly, flecks of yellow
rippling through his corneas. Strangely, instead of provoking the vampire
anymore, Xander shut up, sitting still and silently watching his friends.

Buffy
tore her gaze away from Xander and her lov � um, Spike. "Anyway, that�s
all you need to know, really. Um, Giles, Spike�s agreed to the observing
thingy. Is there anything particular that we need to do? Interaction with each
other, fighting, body language, what?"

Giles
looked at his charge rather sheepishly. "Er, yes, there is. I attempted to
tell you, but you ran out before I could finish. Ah, so I receive all
information and findings correctly, it would probably be best if you were to...
ah... oh, dear."

Giles
couldn�t finish his thoughts, but Spike seemed to be reading them. "I�m
not gonna let her bite me so you can do your little study, mate. A claim is
sacred, intimate. Y�think I�m gonna make her do it with all you gits
standing out here an� gawkin� at her like some sorta freak? Sod off,
Watcher."

Buffy
looked toward Giles, disturbed. "You want me to bite him?!" she
exclaimed, wide-eyed.

Giles
sighed. "Well, as I said, it would only be for the best recordings...
however, I obviously didn�t think this through. This would attach you to him
forever � there would be no way to cancel the claim and separate you from him.
We can�t have that at all." A snort from Spike, ultimately ignored by the
Watcher. "I suppose we�ll just have to make do with Spike�s side of the
claim for now. If anything would show up."

Spike
sighed, leaning back in his chair. The elder was a brilliant man � really, he
was � but sometimes he was just so bloody dense... "Eh, mate? Not to be
tootin� my own horn here, in fact, �m just tossin� my two cents in... but
just how the bloody hell do you think Buffy knew about me an� her ex grapplin�?
Psychic powers and that whole bloody lot?"

Giles
paused, frowned, and took off his glasses. Then he glanced at Spike. His gaze
slowly rolled towards Buffy. Then once again back to Spike. Realization dawned
on him and he sighed.

"Bloody
hell."
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