“He wanted it more,” Angel said. “So, I’m not the one.”
“Angel?” A voice said from the door way. A voice he knew very well.
“Buffy,” Angel breathed, as he went over to her. “What are you doing here?”
Then Spike came in. “Fred wants you in the lab, something…” Spike paused when he saw Buffy standing in the doorway.
Buffy looked at Spike lovingly. “How long has he been back?”
“A few weeks,” Angel said, wincing.
“And you guys still beat each other up,” She said, looking between them.
“Spike’s fault,” Angel said.
“It’s always my fault,” Spike muttered. “Why can’t you just accept that you can’t always have what you want? I’m the real deal and you aren’t so get over it.”
“Knock it off. Both of you,” Buffy said. “And what are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” Angel said. “I need to go to the lab and find out what Fred wants. Don’t have sex in my office.”
Spike scowled as he left and leaned on the table with a sigh. Buffy walked up to him and laid a hand on his back. “Spike?”
Spike found the strength to look at her and she smiled. “Miss me?”
“More than anything,” he said, turning toward her.
Buffy smiled at his nervousness. “Well, do I get a hug?”
Spike pulled her into his arms. “Always.”
She locked her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder as tears slid from her eyes.
Spike smelt her tears and hugged her tighter. “Shhh. It’s okay Pet.” He frowned when she cried more. They collapsed to the floor and Spike rocked her back and forth.
Angel found them a few minutes later, and Buffy was still crying in Spike’s arms, still sprawled on the floor.
Spike looked at Angel with a mixture of emotions on his face. Hatred about what Angel said earlier, softness for having Buffy in his arms, uncertainty because he didn’t know if he could tell Angel to back off his girl.
When Spike started to get up, Buffy whimpered. “Don’t.”
Angel cringed by the amount of love Buffy was sharing with Spike.
Spike, much to Buffy’s dismay, stood up with her in his arms.
Angel took out keys and tossed them to Spike and Spike caught them. “What are these to?”
“Your apartment and your car,” Angel mumbled.
“What did Fred want?”
“There was an explosive drug thing in the building so we need to release chemicals in the air,” Angel said, throwing a folder on the table. “Tomorrow we’ll sort out everything that happened where the cup is concerned.”
Spike led Buffy to his apartment, and they both looked at it in awe.
Spike went to the fridge, after not eating for months.
Buffy opened a door, that Spike assumed was the bedroom. He finished his blood and went after her.
Buffy had curled up on his bed and was already asleep. He slipped off his duster and covered her with it.
“Spike,” she murmured.
Spike sat beside her. “I’m right here.”
Buffy cracked an eye open. “Stay.”
“I’m not leaving,” Spike said, softly.
“I mean in here with me,” she said, her eyes falling closed. “Just hold me.”
Spike smiled at her words and slid in with her. She snuggled up against him and soon they were both asleep.
This time when Spike awoke, Buffy was still in his arms. He watched her sleep and stroked her hair.
About an hour later, Buffy’s eyes fluttered open. “Hi,” she said.
“Morning,” Spike said, smiling down at her. “Pet, not that I’m not glad to see you, but why are you in L.A?”
“There were a few slayers in L.A. I was gunna asked Angel for help. I didn’t know you were back,” she said, sitting up. “Why didn’t anyone tell me you were back?”
Spike sat up as well. “I’ve been a ghost since I’ve been back. Yesterday, I became real. You knew Angel wasn’t gunna tell you, and I physically couldn’t.”
Then there was a knock on the door. “Probably Peaches,” Spike growled.
The two of them go up and Spike opened the door. “Dawn,” he said, in surprise. Before he could say anything else, Dawn wrapped her arms around him.
“We missed you,” she whispered.
“I know. I missed you too,” Spike said, and then the gang came in, which included Kennedy, Andrew, and Angel.
“The gang’s all here,” Buffy muttered, going to sit on the couch.
Everyone greeted Spike, even Giles. “Researching this is in order,” he said, in his stuffy English accent.
Spike went over and sat next to Buffy. “You okay, Pet?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, leaning against him. “Just feels like a dream.”
“It’s not. I promise,” Spike said.
The gang began fussing and asking questions. By the time they all left, Spike had his week booked for appointments.
“You staying here, Pet?” Spike asked.
“Can I?” Buffy asked.
“Always,” Spike said, getting up. “Dawn, you’re welcome to stay also.”
Dawn smiled and the three of them ended up curled up together on Spike’s bed. He smiled as he watched his girls sleep, before he fell asleep himself.
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