Returned: three
by jiajo
A/N they’re not mine yadda yadda yadda. Sorry for the wait but I’ve been internetless at my friend’s over reading week.



Buffy sat in the diner opposite the motel where she was staying, listlessly stirring the cold coffee sat in front of her. She’d been surprised to find a motel still open on the road to Sunnydale, but apparently it was doing roaring trade in reporters, bemused scientists and general peoples of the inquisitive variety. No one knew why Sunnydale had caved in, the story of demons, battle and loss. It was so late that it was actually early again, but Buffy couldn’t sleep. She had done what she had come to do. She had been to Sunnydale and said goodbye. The problem now was making herself leave again. the diner food was not the best, and the motel was grotty and dingy, but there was something reassuring in being so close to Sunnydale. It made her feel near him.

Spike wandered along the road, hungry, tired and confused. Darkness in this human body was oppressive and cold. He was grateful that whatever had put him back on this earth had been nice enough to return him with clothes, and pulled his jacket closer around him. Digging his hands into the pockets, he was surprised to hear rustling. He pulled out a wad of cash. He was suddenly very grateful for his pilfering ways. It was going to be much harder to survive as a human, and this would get him through for a little bit. Or at least get him dinner and a bed. On the horizon, light was beginning to enter the sky. ‘Hmm…make that breakfast and a bed’ he thought to himself. Looking around him he noticed lights not too far in the distance. Lights meant electricity which meant people. Now that he had a target to aim for, his journey got quicker, and easier.

Buffy glanced up from her coffee again, and gazed across to the motel. To go home or not to go home. Tough question. An early traveller walked into the motel, but Buffy wasn’t really interested. ‘Probably just another weird scientist type’ she thought turning her attention back to her coffee, and beginning her stirring pattern again. Suddenly she froze as she took in what she had actually seen. Blonde hair and a long dark jacket. ‘Yeah right’ she told herself, slumping back down into her seat, ‘don’t do this to yourself. He’s gone.’

Spike rang the bell and waited. Ok he had found civilisation…sort of. Next task: find Buffy. How the hell was he going to that? She could be anywhere, and he didn’t even have his vampire senses. ‘Ok fate if you’d like to intervene…’he thought as a small guy shuffled into the reception. “I’d like a room please”
“How long for?”
“A couple of nights” Spike handed over some money, and received the key to the room.
“Sign the book please”
Spike picked up the proffered biro and turned the book around so he could sign it. He was surprised to see how many names were in it, considering the highway ended up in a big crater. He wondered how many other people were currently staying. Four people, and one name immediately jumped out from the list. Buffy Anne Summers. Even gave her address and phone number. Scrawling those down on the back of his hand, in case he missed her at the motel, he asked the man if there was anywhere to get food.

Buffy looked at the cold cup of coffee in disgust, contemplating whether to get a fresh one or just give up and go back to her room. Deciding on the room option, she was just reaching for the diner door when it opened. “Spike?” she whispered. He didn’t reply, just cocked his head and looked at her. She must be dreaming. He’s an apparition. Maybe she fell asleep at the table whilst stirring her coffee.
Spike couldn’t speak. His Buffy was standing right in front of him, and he was afraid if he spoke she wouldn’t be there, she’s just be a dream. He took a tentative step forward, towards her. Buffy responded, her hand reaching up to touch the side of his face. Spike pulled her tightly into an embrace. Buffy’s arms wrapped around him, and she lay her head against his chest, soothed by the beating of his heart, the regularity of his breathing… “What…? How….? Am I dreaming?”
Spike suppressed a chuckle. “I’m just as confused by this as you are, love”
“But you are real? You are here?”
“I sure am, pet. And I’m not thinking about ever leaving again.”


A/N yeah I know it’s a bit vague about the getting of the room but I didn’t think it was important and being British, I don’t actually understand American money.

ok i was gonna make this story go on and have lots of lovely happy spuffy plot lines but my life is rubbish and now i just cant write happy love story type things. so i'm gonna leave this as it stands because if i carry on writing it i have a bad feeling that spike will turn into a typical man (ie my ex boyfriend) n we'll all hate him.


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