Tears flowed down Buffy’s face as Spike burned himself on the cross. She walked up to him and gently rested her hands on his back. “Spike, please,” she whispered. “Don’t do this.”
She pulled him off the cross and turned him around. His flesh was scorched pretty badly. “We need to get those taken care of,” she said, trying to get a closer look.
Spike flinched away from her. “Stop,” he whispered.
Buffy gently touched his hand. “Spike,” she said. “Just relax. Come on. Lets get you outta here.”
Spike was too tired to argue with her and allowed her to take him to her house before he paused. “I cant, Buffy,” he said.
“For me?” Buffy asked, in a tiny voice.
Spike looked at her and couldn’t say now so he allowed her to take him inside.
Dawn saw Spike and almost flipped out but she saw the scars on his chest. “Oh my god,” she whispered, doing toward him. “What happened?”
“Later,” Buffy said. “Right now, I wanna get him cleaned up.”
“I wanna help,” Dawn said, following them upstairs.
Spike stopped short as Buffy came to the bathroom. “No, I cant,” he whispered.
Buffy looked at Dawn who left them alone. “Spike, come sit,” she said, taking him to her room.
Spike trembled as they sat on her bed. “Buffy, I cant,” he whispered. “It hurts.”
Buffy cupped his face and turned his gaze to hers. “I’m okay,” she said. “You didn’t…”
“But I tried,” Spike said, tears in his eyes.
“I know, but you didn’t,” Buffy said. “I was no angel to you, you know.”
“But, Buffy, you never…” Buffy place a finger over his lips.
“No more,” Buffy said, softly. “Lemme get you cleaned up and you need rest. Then we’ll talk about everything. Promise.”
Spike sighed. “They are starting to hurt,” he said.
Buffy took him to the bathroom but he still trembled as he entered.
Buffy sat him on the toilet and squeezed his hand. “It’s ok,” she said. “Everything is fine.”
Spike tried to relax but didn’t succeed.
About ½ hour later, Spike was bandaged and exhausted. Buffy coaxed him to his feet and led him to her bed. She had to pretty much force him to lay in her bed.
She pulled the comforter up to his chin and sat next to his head. “Try to sleep,” she whispered.
“I cant,” he whispered.
“Buffy ran her fingers through his hair. “No one is gunna hurt you ever again. You’re safe here.”
“It’s not about that,” Spike said.
Buffy tried to get closer to him. “Spike, if I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have you here,” she said. “But I did. I want you to get better. I want my Spike back.”
Spike looked up at her. “But I’m a monster,” he whispered.
Buffy cradled his face. “No you’re not,” she said, softly. “And you never were but I’ll explain in the morning. For now, just sleep.”
Spike looked in her eyes before relaxing significantly. “Goodnight, Buffy,” he whispered.
“Night, Spike,” she said, carefully getting out of bed.
“Love you,” he mumbled, sleepily.
Buffy paused and looked at his sleeping form. She smiled. “I know,” she said, leaving the room.”
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