As soon as she had passed the threshold inside Angel’s apartment, Buffy ran to his bed, flopped down onto it, and started to sob. Drusilla and Whistler were right behind her trying to soothe her. Well, Drusilla was, anyway. Whistler looked somewhat uncomfortable about the whole thing and muttered something about, “Girl thing, gonna go to the can” and ran off. After a while, Drusilla realized she couldn’t console Buffy, for her sobs had only gotten louder as she yelled in a muffled voice, “I don’t deserve a friend like you!” Just then, Angel rammed through the door, and without a second glance at the hinges he almost had ripped off, he ran to Buffy’s side.
“Is she okay?” he whispered to Drusilla. She sadly shook her head. Angel cursed at an absent Jessica under his breath, and looked at the sobbing Buffy. Actually, now it was more like dry heaves. She had run out of tears.
“Buffy?” he whispered. No sign or change in movement that she had heard him. “Buffy. Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “You know everyone forgives you, right?” She whispered, “They shouldn’t” “But they do". She lifted her head from the pillow and said, “I don’t think you’ll want this pillow back. All my tears and snot are on it". Being the British one, Drusilla shook her head in disgust.
“Aw, bloody hell! Slayer, you look like that sod that tried to kill you!” A new voice spoke up. “Ya, know you really should lock yer door, Peaches". Spike greeted Angel. Drusilla looked up in shock.
“Spike?” she whispered.
“Dru?” he whispered back, shock written all over his face.
“I thought you were dead!” they both yelled at the same time.
“Spike?” Buffy cried. “Ohmigod! Whistler! Spike’s not dead!”
“What?!” Whistler came running out of another room. “Spike?”
“It’s a bloody reunion!” Spike yelled, trying to look annoyed, but with joy written all over his features, especially towards Drusilla. She ran to him first and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Don’t ever make me think yer dead again, luv", he warned, grinning. Next came Buffy. She gave him a quick hug and growled, “Don’t ever make me think you’re dead again, bastard". Spike smiled, at the re-use of his words.
“Hey, whoa, leave the growling to the vampires, pet", Spike laughed. Whistler walked up to him third, as dignified as a short, tacky little demon could be, and shook his hand. “Nice to see ya ain’t dead, Spike-y".
“Don’t call me that, you limey bastard", Spike growled. (*I love it when you talk, Wesley, I love when you sing Wesley. Can you said “jail bate” Wesley? Limey bastard -Xander “Enemies”* hee, hee. ;o)
“Hey, vampire formerly known as Sit ‘n Spin!” Angel called. Spike turned.
“What?”
“Now , how did you make these lovely ladies think you were dead?”
“I didn’t make `em think squat! Where the hell they got I was dust is beyond me, soul boy".
“I wouldn’t talk, Spike-y", Angel shot back, grinning.
“Damn. Yer right! *I’m* a soul boy now too!”
“Um", Whistler spoke up, “we should close that door. I don’t favor waking up to three piles of dust in the morning”.
And with a little vampire strength, slayer smarts, and demon…help, they fixed the door. Not knowing the danger that was coming. Not knowing the danger Buffy was in.
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