By Desirae
Spoilers for wrecked
Rated pg-13
It had been a long week and Buffy,Xander and Willow had decided to hang at the Bronze. Kind of like an 'Original Scoobies' night out. With everything that had been going on, they hadn't really had the chance to just get together. With Anya pouring over bridal magazines and Dawn staying over Lisa's for the night, it was the perfect time for a saturday night kickback. As they settled at the booth with thier drinks Xander looked at Willow. "How ya dealing? With the no magic thing?"
"It's tough. I keep breaking out in sweats, having hot flashes. It's like menopause", she laughed, " But it's good. When I think of what could have happened to Dawn. If Buffy and Spike hadn't found us..." Willow trailed off with a visible shudder.
Buffy, who had been staring of in space, came alert at the vamps name. "What about Spike? Oh, sorry, drifting. Buffy, alchohal, bad mix." She smiled weakly at the gang and absently stirred her untouched rum and coke.
"Yeah, where has Captain Peroxide been lately?", Xander started with a grin, " You and undead Jr. have a fight? not that I mind, been kinda peaceful without him hanging around. 'Sides, I think he's got a thing for Anya." he finished with a scowl. Buffy snorted. "Xander. Spike does not have a thing for Anya!"
"Yeah, Willow piped in, "They just get along, thats all. You know, the whole demon thing." "Hey! Ex-demon! Spike-current demon. Speaking of...." Buffy followed Xander's gaze to the dance floor and inhaled sharply as she saw Spike. A long haired brunette was currently trying to wrap herself around his body. Yeah, I love you Buffy, she thought nastily to herself, he sure looks like he's pining. Who the hell does he think he is!
Buffy slammed her glass on the table and made her descent to crowded dance floor, heading straight for Spike. Willow and Xander stared after her open-mouthed. Xander flashed a grin at Willow. "This should be entertaining. Got popcorn?"
Spike was just not in the mood for this. This girl, who was now trying to practically climb INSIDE his duster, had been following him all evening. She gushed over his Billy Idol look, which pissed him off to no end, since he had been alive long before that poofter came along. Then there was the giggling. She wouldn't stop. He'd tell her to sod off, but at this point thought that he might just be drunk enough to pretend she was Buffy.
"So, I was like, oh my God! you watch the X-files too?" What??? No, I am definately not drunk enough yet for her to even RESEMBLE Buffy. Oh there she is, he thought to himself, as the object of his desire came striding towards him. He had felt her the moment she had walked into the place. Cor she is beautiful when she's pissed. Look at that fire in her eyes. Spike scolded himself on having such nancyboy thoughts and fixed a scowl on his face.
Buffy stood in front of the now pouting brunette,"Ahem, Can I cut in?" She didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed Spike and faced the other way. "What's the deal with Harmony part two?"
"What's the matter Pet? Jealous?", he smirked at her, "I didn't know you cared." Spike mockingly lifted a hand to his heart and sighed."I don't care. Just trying to prove a point, thats all. You go on and on about how much you love me, but here you are, with the next girl who's willing-"
"Willing to what? huh? bloody hell, Slayer! What do you want me to do? Cause I gotta tell ya luv, I am fresh out of ideas. I say I love you, you don't want to hear it, we make love and you pretend it didn't happen. So you tell me! Cause I am tired of this game.
I am not Captain Cardboard and I am not that soul having wanker you're still comparing averyone too! I am just me", he said, gesturing to himself, " And I have always been honest with you. So until you are ready to be honest with yourself, sod off!"
Spike fought the urge to take it all back, knowing what he said could have ruined any chance with her. Instead, he turned to leave the brassed off Slayer on the dance floor. He was shocked to have Buffy yank him back. She latched on to him. And attacked. Spike allowed himself a moment of surprised pleasure, then just went with it. I hope I don't find myself on the buisness end of a stake when this is done, was his last coherent thought as Buffy consumed his mouth with hers.
Back at the table, Xander was choking on an olive and staring at the couple in horror. "Stop! Stop it. Willow, cut it out!" "What are you talking about?" Then she looked in the direction of Xander's horrified gaze, seeing the couple entwined around each other, oblivious to everyone else. "Wow."
"Wow?! No!, No, not wow! So not with the wow, Willow! That's not what I meant by entertainment!" "What? geesh Xander, that's not me! hello? Abstaining from spells here That's all..them.." Xander groaned. Oh. Oh God! Blind me. Please Will, I won't tell. Come on, be a pal. I mean, that is just not right!" **************
Three weeks had passed since Xander went blind at the Bronze. Much to his dismay, Buffy had come to admit that she might, in some small, miniscule way, have feelings for Spike. At least, thats what she told him...what she told herself was a little harder to accept.
It was just dusk as she walked through the cemetary. She felt him behind her before she saw him. "Spike." "Slayer." She turned to face him. "Kinda dead out here tonight." Spike winced. "That has to be the worst pun imaginable, Pet." Buffy laughed softly. "I'll take it off of my witty reply list."
"Buffy, he began, not quite sure where to start. He knew what he wanted to ask and tried to think a less crude way to ask it. "Have you told anyone what happened between us that night? Red? The Whelp?" Well, he mused, it was better than "hey, does everyone know we shagged and caused a building to fall down?'
"No! I mean, why would I? it's not like we are a couple or anything!" She looked at him, alarmed. "Or anything? I thought we were past this luv? I thought we agreed it was more than just a shag?" An unknown figure, slouched behind a tree, sucked in his breath as he heard the vampires words. It couldn't be. There was no way. I must have heard wrong, the figured assured himself. He listened again as Buffy started speaking.
"That's not what I meant Spike! It WAS something, you know that. It just wasn't...aagghh! This is coming out all wrong!" She pouted, turning away from him. Spike her spun her back. He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at her. "Well I suggest you make it come out right, Slayer, because I told you I was done with this game. The dance ends here." Spike's voice was dangerously low and sent a disturbingly pleasurable shiver up her spine.
"Why-why can't we go on like this? Why does everything have to change?" she asked, already knowing the answer and fearing it. "Because it has, you stupid chit! What did you think? we'd be fuck friends?" he leaned in towards her, his mouth just inches from hers, " Tell Spike what he wants to hear and you can have your itch scratched whenever you want it? Not bloody likely!"
I can't be hearing this, the hidden figure said to himself. I did not come back for this. It's a spell, it's gotta be a spell!
By this point Spike was fully expecting to get smacked, at worse, staked. Well that was fine with him. This roller coaster ride was making him sick and he desperately wanted to get off. Buffy shot daggers at him as they resumed thier stroll. Tension, both sexual and angry, was thick in the air. How dare he look all stern and knowing! She hated him! She hated that stupid duster and his stupid blue eyes. She hated his witty remarks and his erotic touch. She hated him for making her doubt herself. She hated him for making her face the truth. Mostly she hated him for making her love him so much.
"You don't get it, do you Spike? Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? How scary?" He looked into her pain-filled eyes but felt no sympathy. "Oh no, not at all! What would I know about it, since falling in love with the killer of my kind has been such a PICNIC for me! Bloody hell, Slayer! It's not easy on me either. Half of my friends can be sucked up by a dirt devil because of you! I am a sodding laughingstock to those who used to fear me becasue of this damn love, which makes no sense at all", he paced as he talked, "of that I am well aware, believe me! I used to be the Big Bad! The Scourge of Europe! Now what am I the Scourge of? Kitten poker?" He looked so disgusted that she had to laugh. "And that's only cause you cheat." he growled at that and she laughed harder. They started thier walk again. They were nearing Spike's crypt.
"Spike, she started all serious now, " It isn't just admitting what I feel for you that scares me. Don't you see? You have no soul." "And this is news....?" "You have no soul and you love me. If you can love me with no soul, how come he..." Spike looked at her with understanding dawning in his eyes. "I don't know luv, I just don't know." She frowned. "Then there's Riley." "What's that poofter got to do with anything?"
"He said he couldn't measure up. because he wasn't a vampire. Because he wasn't strong enough." She looked down, "I told him he was wrong. But he wasn't. I need and equal. I need someone as strong as I am am, someone I am not afraid of hurting. Someone I don't have to hold back with and won't hold back with me. I need someone I can be myself with." She lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. "I need you", she said sofly before slowly smiling that Buffy smile he loved so much.
"Didn't I tell you Vampires make you hot?", by this point thay had wandered to the outside of Spike's crypt. He pushed Buffy back against the wall roughly. "You ready to admit it now, Pet?" He bent his head down to kiss and lick his way down her throat, pausing to suck gently at her pulse point. "You like a little monster in your man, don't you Buffy?" Her answer was a sigh. She grabbed him by his bleached hair and roughly pulled his mouth to hers in an intoxicating tangle of lips, teeth and tongue. Buffy arched into him and Spike's hands traveled lower as he pulled her body hard against his. She moaned into his mouth as he began to grind his jean-clad body against hers. "Inside. The crypt. NOW!" she whispered urgently to him.
Spike took a deep un-needed breath. "Definately Now!" he repeated in a lust coated voice. They had barely started when what they later described as a wounded animals battle cry, sounded in the air. Spike was suddenly sent flying.
"Bloody hell." he muttured as he staggard to his feet, only to be kicked down again. Buffy was shocked and stood staring, completely motionless. "Uh, Slayer? A little help here? Human and sodding chip does not a fair fight make." Spike manged to get out between grunts of pain.
Buffy blinked, then came to her senses. "Riley! Riley stop! What the hell are you doing?!?" She dragged her ex off of the doubled over vamp.
Riley panted. "I am saving you!" he glared as Spike had the nerve to laugh.
Riley ignored him. "Buffy, something's wrong. You're under a spell. Looks like the one Willow put on you before" Riley fought the urge to hit spike again as the vampire leaned agaist his crypt in a fit of hysterics. "Don't worry Buffy, I'm gonna help you." He said it like he was explaining to a confused child.
Buffy stared at Riley in shock, which just made Spike laugh harder. "Ya hear that, pet? Reds got you under a spell. That's why you let me shag you rotten! I feel so cheap."
"Spike, sooooo not helping right now. Riley", she said, turning to him, "there is no spell." She watched as the color left his face and saw the denial take over. He looked at her like she had just escaped from the psych ward.
"B-But this is Spike! Your mortal enemy! You hate him. God, Buffy, he's a killer! A Vampire!"
Spike made a sound of disgust. "Please. This from the nancyboy who paid two-bit Vampire trulls for suck jobs. You've got some nerve, mate." he said with a cheeky grin. Then he looked at the Slayer. I suppose, he pondered to himself, if I don't want to sleep alone tonight, I ought to stop annoying her. "Buffy, I'm, uh, gonna let you and the wank, uh, Riley, talk. Promised Niblet I'd help her with her history homework tonight anyway." He casully lit a cigarette, then brushed a hand down the side of her face.
Spike tossed a wink at her and whistled as he walked away. He marveled at how nicely the evening had turned out for him. Buffy was getting closer and closer to confessing her love, and Soldier Boy seeing them wrapped around each other was just an added bonus. Yes, Un-life was good.
Buffy turned her attention back to Riley after Spike disappeared around the corner. Riley took her hands.
"I came back for you. Please, don't tell me you are in love with him." He said with a shudder.
"No-" she started.
"Oh, thank God!"
"No, you don't understand. I can't tell you I'm in love with Spike. not when I haven't told him yet." She leaned up and gently kissed his cheek. "Goodbye Riley" she whispered, leaving him standing in shock as she turned to follow in Spike's wake.
The End
