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Title: A New Year
Author: Pattyanne
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Disclaimer: None of the BtVS or AtS characters belong to me.
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Summary: Takes place right after 'Destiny', AtS, Season five. Lorne is opening yet another night club. Spuffy!

"Well, hello, shortcake," Lorne called out from the far side of a room chock full of people rushing
about like crazed weasels. Making his way across the room, he took Buffy's hand and pulled her all the way in. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but you're a little early. The party doesn't start until 8:00."
Buffy smiled and shrugged. "I know. I just...I needed to talk to you about...something."
Retaining a hold on her hand, Lorne tugged her through the crowd of workers scrambling to get the 'Phoenix' put together for it's inaugural New Year's Eve blow out.
The sound of people talking and yelling instructions; of the music system being tested and re-tested; of glassware tinkling, punctuated by an occasional smash of one shattering; of cooks shouting in the kitchen and waitresses laughing as they flirted with the busboys; of bottles clinking together where the bar was being stocked; and of deliverymen coming and going, was creating a
din that made Buffy want to clap her hands over her ears.
Lorne ushered her towards a booth in the very back of the club, the quietest spot available at the moment. "I'm all ears, pretty princess," he said, sitting down next to her. "Tell me your troubles."
The kindness in his voice settled around Buffy like a warm blanket, bringing tears to her eyes that she'd been struggling to hold back for days.
"Oh, hey there," Lorne said, patting her hand. "Don't cry, sweetie. Uncle Lorne can't stand to see a pretty girl cry. Come on...tell me what's wrong and we'll see what we can do about it."
Buffy swallowed hard, blinking back the waterfall of emotion that was threatening to spill down her cheeks.
This had been happening to her a lot lately. Almost from the moment she'd answered the telephone and was told that Spike had somehow rematerialized in the offices of Wolfram and Hart.
Upon finding out this news, she had lost no time getting to Los Angeles. Looking forward to a happy
reunion with her champion and former lover, she'd instead been treated to a rather subdued reception
on his part.
He'd been pleased to see her, but that was about all he'd been. Friendly, and concerned for her health and welfare, he'd remained distant, not really responding to any of her overtures of affection and happiness to see him.
To say she'd been surprised by his demeanor would be a gross understatement. Totally floored by it was far more on target.
When she had first walked through the door and spotted him, she had flung herself into his embrace, fully expecting him to wrap his arms around her tightly and hold on.
Boy, had she been backing the wrong horse.
His arms had closed around her, all right...for about a count of five. Then, he had put her gently...but
firmly...away from him.
Alone with him in the room he was occupying, she had made continued attempts to initiate some kind of physical contact. But he had thwarted her at every turn, frustrating and confusing her to the point of insanity, making her wonder if she'd only imagined the declarations of love he'd once lavished on her.
Figuring that it was probably a defense mechanism against his being hurt by her lack of feelings for him, Buffy had instantly reminded him of the last words she had spoken to him. She had assured him that, his response to the contrary, she had meant what she'd said.
At that point Spike had shaken his head and left the room.
The next few days had been a constant repetition of the "Yes, I do...No, you don't" game. She had followed him around incessantly, demanding at first, then pleading for him to stay in one place long enough to hear her out.
But, no matter how many times or in how many different ways she had expressed her feelings, he hadn't believed her.
When he'd started getting irritated with her refusal to leave it be, Buffy had finally backed off, fearing that he might up and take off for parts unknown if she kept at it.
She had absolutely no intention of allowing that to happen. If she had to knock him unconscious and
implant one of Wolfram and Hart's tracking monitors in his ass, she would consider it a necessary measure.
Hiding in the room allocated to her, she had spent the better part of a day and night racking her brain for a solution to the dilemma she'd...admittedly...brought upon herself.
It wasn't until this morning, when she'd been taking a bath and listening to the radio, that she'd begun to see a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.
Hoping that it wouldn't turn out to be a runaway train about to mow her down, she'd emerged from her bath with a fully formed plan of action.
It was doable, but she'd need help. This had brought her to where she was now, to Lorne. He was the only one who could make it happen for her.
Buffy wiped her eyes on the handkerchief Lorne had produced for her. His strange, red eyes were
sympathetic, encouraging her to unburden herself to him.
Taking a deep breath, she took the plunge.
"I've been told that...that you can sense things about people when they sing. You can...you can 'read' them?"
"I can," he agreed. "You need someone read for you, pumpkin?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Me."
Lorne's brow arched. "I'm intrigued," he said, sitting back and folding his arms across his chest. "Tell me what you've got cooking, babe."
The empathy she felt from him heartened her as she recited the 'Saga of Buffy and Spike'. She
told him everything he already knew, as well as everything he didn't, leaving nothing out.
When she was finished spilling her guts to him, he had his elbow on the table and his chin cupped
in the palm of his hand, staring at her, seemingly fascinated by her story.
"That's an amazing tale, darlin'," he said, sighing deeply. "It would make a helluva miniseries. I mean, it's got danger...violence...the passion of unrequited love...star crossed lovers coming together from different worlds, against all the odds...two crazy kids trying to fulfill their dreams as they struggle to...say! I don't suppose you'd consider selling your rights to the...."
Buffy's brows drew together in a scowl.
"Oh, um...sorry about that. I'm in the...it's kind of what I...second nature and....so!" he switched tracks abruptly, "what song did you in in mind?"
By 10:00, the party was in full swing. The Phoenix Club was packed with revelers, eating, drinking, and dancing their way into 2004.
Buffy mingled as well as she could with jangled nerves and sweaty palms. The Wolfram and Hart
contingent had taken up a large portion of the main room, close to the stage.
She sat at one of the largblesbles, making inane small talk with Fred and avoiding Angel's sappy gaze, which was starting to get on her nerves.
Keeping Spike in her line of sight, she watched him move around the room, speaking to a few people here and there, and completely ignoring her.
The only thing giving her any hope was the way he had looked at her when she'd first walked in.
His eyes had nearly popped when he'd seen the dress she had poured herself into. Flaming scarlet
in the glittery fabric clung to every curved dip of her body. High heeled, strappy red shoes had given her a little added height. Her make up was dramatic, emphasizing her eyes with dark shadow and long lashes, and making her lips crimson and glossy.
Her hair, long once again...the way he preferred it...tumbled down around her shoulders in shiny
waves, framing her face.
Buffy had dressed to be noticed, and Spike had definitely done just that. She had seen the flash
of male appreciation in his eyes before he'd been able to mask it.
Greeting her politely, he'd told her she "looked very nice" and extended his wishes for a happy new year.
She couldn't help noticing that he looked damn good, too. Wearing black trousers, a black silk dress shirt, and a black neck tie...also silk...he was a study in contrasts with his fair skin and blond hair.
Asked to dance fourteen different times, by fourteen different men, Buffy declined all but Wesley and
Gunn. Angel couldn't dance to save his...well, his soul...and Spike didn't ask.
Not even once.
At 11:40, Lorne called Buffy up to the microphone.
Conscious of the curious stares she was receiving, she screwed up her courage and mounted the stage.
Waiting until Lorne had seated himself at the same table Spike was sitting at, she smiled brightly, not allowing herself to blush.
When the music started, she gave Spike all of her attention.
"I don't know what it is that makes me love you so.
I only know I never want to let you go.
Cause, you've started something, now can't you see,
That ever since we met you've had a hold on me."
She pointed at him.
"It happens to be true
I only want to be with you."
Moving to the edge of the stage, she held his gaze.
"It doesn't matter where you go or what you do
I want to spend each moment of the day with you
This whole thing started with just one kiss
I never knew that I could be in love like this
It's crazy, but it's true
I only want to be with you."
Both Lorne and Angel were watching her intently, for very different reasons.
"You stopped and smiled at me
Asked me if I'd care to dance"
She remembered that night so clearly. In the alley behind the Bronze. "You know you want to dance, Slayer..."
Yes. She did.
"I fell into your open arms
And I didn't stand a chance

I just want to be beside you everywhere
As long as we're together, honey
I don't care

Cause you started something
Oh, can't you see
That ever since we met, you've had a hold on me
It's crazy, but it's true
I only want to be with you."
Her heart galloped in her chest when Lorne leaned over and said something to Spike, but she kept singing.
"You stopped and smiled at me
Asked me if I'd care to dance
I fell into your open arms
And I didn't stand a chance."

His eyes still lo wit with hers, Spike stood up
and slowly approached the stage.

"I just want to be beside you everywhere
As long as we're together, honey, I don't care
Cause you've started something
Oh, can't you see
That ever since we met you've had a hold on me
No matter what you do
I only want to be with you."

Buffy sat down on the edge of the stage and
held out her hand to him. Pleading with her eyes
for him to believe.....

"No matter, no matter what you do
I only want to be with you."

She set the microphone down beside her.
Spike took her hand in his. Pulling her off the stage, he dragged her through the crowded room and out the closest exit.
Before she could gather her scattered wits into one pile, he yanked her into his arms and gave her
what she had been wanting and waiting for.
They kissed deeply, passionately, with a desire born of being too far apart for too damn long.
"I love you," she whispered, as his lips traveled over her cheek and down her throat. "Please,
Spike...please believe me. Please."
"I do," he said fiercely, sinking his fingers into her hair and tilting her face up. "I believe you...and I love you too. You know I do. You know I always will."
Her smile made the moon glow seem dim. He believed. Finally.
He believed.....
"Let's get out of here," Buffy suggested, her eyes making promises that she couldn't wait to keep.
With one more lingering kiss, they went back inside.
"I'll get my coat," she said, releasing his hand. "Don't you go anywhere."
Spike chuckled. "Take your time. Our jolly green host was trying to tell me something a few minutes ago, and I didn't hear a damn word he said."
That stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes became round and her lips were slightly parted in surprise.
"You...you didn't hear him? He didn't tell you what I was...that I...really?"
Spike shook his head. "Not a word," he confirmed, glancing around the room. "I'll just go and...."
"You know what?" she interrupted, taking his hand again. "I'll bet it can wait. But...I can't."
A slow smile spread over his face as he followed behind her.
"Never let it be said that I kept a lady waiting."

On her way out the door, Buffy caught Lorne's eye, smiling as she waggled her fingers in farewell.
He smiled back, shrugging and giving her a wink.

The room exploded with noisemakers and whistles, and shouts of "Happy New Year!!!!"
People embraced. Kisses were exchanged. The world readied itself for a brand new year. Hope was
renewed. After all.....
Anything could happen in a year.
Feedback is always welcome.
Song used "I Only Wanna Be With You" by Dusty Springfield
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