Spike was strolling down the streets of L.A. He had had enough of Angel and Wolfram and Hart and he need to get away and clear his head. Of course, that couldn’t happen, because Angel was walking towards him. Spike paused, not really wanting to do this now. “Now what do you want?”
“I wanna talk to you,” Angel said, coming up to the younger vampire.
“Well, I’ve heard enough of you. I know you don’t like me. I know it kills you that I love Buffy more. But guess what? I do. I was gunna leave and you made me stay. So whose fault is it?” Spike growled. “I love Buffy. It has nothing to do with you. I just do. I didn’t fall in love with her so I could match you. I can never do the things you’ve done and you can never do the things I’ve done. Why not just leave it?” Spike asked, leaning against the wall.”
“Because I for some reason can’t put you in your place. I’m older and you shouldn’t be better than me,” Angel said, leaning next to him.
“I’m not some newly sired vamp. I’m a big boy,” Angel said. “Only one person can put me in my place.”
“And that would be me,” a female voice said, off to the left.
Angel and Spike turned their heads in her direction. There was Buffy in black leather pants, a red halter top, and a black leather jacket. She had all her weight resting on one foot with her hip tilted. Her arms were crossed and her fingers had a French manicure. Her was straight and hanging slightly below her shoulder blades. She was smiling brightly, showing a row of perfect, white teeth. To the vampires, she looked like an angel.
“Buffy,” Angel greeted, pushing himself off the wall.
Buffy gave Angel a quick hug but broke away to look at Spike, Slowly, she walked towards him.
Spike didn’t move. His shock at seeing her had him frozen.
When she was standing in front of him she reached her hand out to his face. She realized she was really there and pulled him into her arms.
Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly.
Angel pulled out keys and slipped them into Spike’s hands.
Neither Buffy or Spike noticed as Angel slipped away quietly.
“I missed you so much,” Buffy said.
“I missed you too, pet,” Spike said, pulling away slightly. “Come on. We should go inside.” He gently took her hand and led her in the direction of the hotel.
They entered the lobby and Spike paused, waiting for Buffy to speak first.
“Spike, I wanna go upstairs and have a little privacy,” she said, taking him upstairs.
They found a nice big bedroom that was cozy. Buffy sat Spike on the bed and tired to gather her thoughts. “How?”
“The amulet. It’s a long story,” Spike said, sighing.
“So tell me. I’m not leaving,” she said, sitting next to him.
Spike shifted and looked at her. “Someone mailed the amulet to Angel. When he opened it, it fell to the floor, then there I was. The problem was, I was a ghost. Couldn’t touch anything. Sometimes I vanished completely. Fred was working on how to fix me. The first thing I wanted to do was get to Europe as fast as possible. I wasn’t physically able to leave LA. That’s why its been so long. Then yesterday I became solid. Peaches told me to stay cuz something weird happened. We fought for some cup thing that contained human life. I beat him but the cup was a fake. That’s it,” Spike said.
“So you’re okay now?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah. They’re still working on the amulet thing. Wolfram and Hart wanted Angel to use the amulet. They wanted Angel dead. But…”
“I gave it to you. So you died instead,” Buffy said, a tear falling from her eye.
Spike frowned and wiped it away. “Buffy, it’s okay. We’re just confuse as to why the amulet did all of this, and if it’s permanent,” Spike said, softly.
“You could die again?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t know, Pet. It doesn’t make sense,” Spike said. He pulled her into his arms as she started sobbing.
“I don’t wanna lose you again,” she whimpered, her arms tight around him. “I love you.”
Spike pushed her away slightly. “I love you, too,” he said, cradling her face.
Buffy smiled through her tears and kissed him softly. “We’ll figure something out.”
His arms lowered her down to the mattress. He took off their shoes and jackets, and gave Buffy his shirt to sleep in. Before long, they were sound asleep in each others arms
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