Blame Myself: 1
by Spikes Queen
Buffy looked at Spike and he nodded in understanding. He guided Dawn toward the hospital and Buffy stayed behind with Willow.

Dawn stumbled a little and Spike caught her and he scooped her up in his arms. “Don’t worry Nibblet,” he said, cradling her.

Dawn buried her face in his shoulder. “Spike, it hurts,” she whimpered.

“I know, Nibblet,” he said, as the hospital came to view. He walked through the door. “We need a doctor!”

A nurse came forward with a stretcher. “What happened?”

“Spike was in a car accident. She needs help,” Spike said, laying her down.

“Are you family?” The nurse asked.

“Yes,” Both Dawn and Spike answered.

Spike held the hand of her non injured arm as the nurse rolled her through doors. “You cant go any further.”

“Spike,” Dawn whimpered.

“Dawn,” Spike said, trying to get to her.

“I’m sorry sir but you have to wait,” the nurses said as Dawn was wheeled out of sight.

Spike fought tears and moved away from the nurse. He paced around the waiting room for about 15 minutes in front of the doors that they took Dawn through.

Buffy ran in but Spike didn’t notice her. She went up to him. “Where is she?”

“Down there. They wouldn’t let me go with her,” he said, softly.

Buffy wrapped an arm around his waist. “Is she okay?”

Spike wrapped an arm around Buffy. “I think so. Just her arm.”

The doctor came out of the doors. “Ms. Summers? you’re sister has a broken arm. These will help her sleep,” he said, giving her some pills.

“Can we see her?” Buffy asked.

“Yeah,” the doctor said.

Buffy followed the doctor with Spike close behind.

Dawn was on a hospital bed with her arm in a sling. Her was propped up when they came in. “Buffy,” she said.

Buffy went over and sat next to her sister. “Hey. Are you okay?”

Dawn nodded. “I’m a little tired. Am I allowed to go home?” She asked.

Buffy and Spike looked at the doctor who nodded. “She needs to come back in two weeks so I can look at her arm.”

Buffy smiled a little. “Thanks. Come on, Dawnie,” she said, helping her up.

Spike stepped forward and Dawn smiled a little. “I’m okay,” she said.

“Just makin’ sure,” Spike said.

Buffy led Dawn out of the hospital with Spike sticking close.

“Buffy, I’m tired,” Dawn said, drearily.

Spike scooped her up carefully. “Better?”

Buffy smiled a little as Dawn closed her eyes and slipped into sleep.

Buffy opened the door and Spike carried Dawn upstairs. Gently he laid her bed as Buffy began fussing over her.

“I’ll be down stairs,” Spike said, softly.

Buffy looked up at him and noticed the pain in his eyes. “I’ll be down in a minute,” she said.

Spike nodded and went downstairs.

A few minutes later, Buffy came downstairs.

Spike was pacing her living room frantic.

“Spike?” She asked. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” Spike asked, softly.

Buffy went over to him. “Stop and relax. It’s okay. We got there in time,” she said.

“Not soon enough to stop the accident,” Spike said, guilty.

“You’re blaming your self for what happened?” Buffy asked.

“If anything happens to Dawn, I’m gunna blame myself,” Spike said, determination in his eyes.

Buffy frowned and put her hands on either side of his face. “Spike’s, it’s not you fault. We can’t blame. We can only be thankful that we got there when did and she’s alive,” she said.

Spike closed his eyes and rested his hands on her hips.

Buffy frowned a little. “Come on, Spike. Come upstairs and we’ll get some sleep,” she said, taking his hand.

Spike stopped short. “Buffy..” he said.

Buffy turned and silenced him with a kiss. She pulled away a little. “Spike, we’re not gunna make love cuz we’re too loud. But I’m tired and I want you with me. So come on,” she said, taking him upstairs.

Spike followed her upstairs and shut the door behind him. He gazed questionably at her.

Buffy smiled warmly and approached him. She put her hands behind his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him tenderly and melted into his embrace.

Spike kissed her back softly and his hands rested on her hips. “Buffy,” he whispered.

Buffy slipped her hands under his duster ad slid it off her his shoulders.

Spike threw it on her chair and his hand went to her hair as her went around his neck.

Gently, Spike undid her braids and ran his fingers through her golden locks.

Buffy leaned her forehead against his. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“For what?” Spike asked, softly.

“This morning. I was just scared. I thought you were gunna tell me I wasn’t good and leave me, like Angel did. I didn’t wanna go through that so I thought if I left first, you wouldn’t get a chance to tell me how horrible I was,” she whimpered.

Spike frowned and kissed her. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down and climbed on top of her. Reluctantly, he pulled his lips away from hers so she could breathe.

Buffy locked her arms around his neck and panted heavily.

Spike rested his forehead on hers. “Buffy, never doubt yourself. And you were perfect. Any many who tells you otherwise will lose his head. Ok?” He asked.

Buffy nodded. “Hopefully, there wont be anymore guys,” she said, shyly.

Spike smiled warmly and pushed himself up.

Buffy whimpered. “Where are you…” she paused and relaxed as he took of his boots along with
hers.

Spike climbed back up her body and kissed her again.

Buffy deepened their kiss and Spike gently pulled away. “If we keep going, I’ m not gunna be able to let you keep your clothes on.”

Buffy smiled and kissed him softly. She gently pushed him off her and sat up. She took off her sweater revealing a tank top.

Spike laid herself back down with her back against Spike’s chest.

Spike wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hair softly. “Goodnight, Pet,” he said.

Buffy smiled. “Goodnight, Spike,” she whispered, before slipping into sleep.

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