Buffy jumped away, producing a stake from nowhere, and looked around wildly. She saw no one but Spike and the woman in the doorway.
She was a tall woman, big-boned but shapely, and wearing a simple grey knit dress. Her hair was strawberry blonde and quite short, and her only jewelry was a silver cross on a chain, a perfect match to the one Buffy wore.
"Who are you?" Buffy demanded. Spike's face morphed into its human guise, but he kept his distance from the woman and just waited to see what would happen.
"Linda Carrington. I work here, and I'm a friend of Rupert Giles'. May I ask why you're threatening me with that stake instead of turning that Billy Idol lookalike into dust?" the woman asked calmly.
"May I ask what business is it of yours?" Buffy demanded, not lowering the stake.
"Well, if there's a vampire slayer camping out rent-free in the basement, the least she could do is to slay the odd vampire or two! How long have you been here, anyway?" Linda retorted.
"Almost three months. Who told you we were staying here?"
"Oh, so it's 'we,' is it? You've had a vampire here in the library for three months and haven't slain him? What on earth is Rupert Giles thinking of, to let his slayer roam the country with vampires? Listen, Slayer, I'm afraid you're going to have to leave." Linda crossed her arms.
Spike wandered up and put his arm around Buffy. "I'm not into killing anymore, Sweetie, so you can just take your attitude right back up the stairs with you and leave us alone. We were just leaving anyway!" He glared at the woman, who seemed unperturbed.
"Fine, I'll leave, but you two had better be out of here for good, the minute the sun goes down today!" She turned and left.
Buffy sank down on the couch. "Oh, great, now what do we do?" She groaned.
Spike stroked her hair. "Not to worry, pet. I've got a plan." She looked at him curiously, and he cocked his head to one side. "How would you like to go home tonight?"
"Home? You mean..."
"Sunnydale. Now that the cops aren't after you anymore, and your friends still like you, and your watcher is -" he gestured to the now-empty doorway, " -- evidently still looking after you... why not go home?"
"Spike, I'm not leaving you."
He huffed. "What, and you think I'm staying here? No way. See, I'm sort of homesick myself, and I've got it figured out. We could fly into LA tonight, drive down to Sunnydale tomorrow night, and by the day after, you could be back with your mum. And if she's still squiffy, then come and live with me! That way I could watch your back when you patrol."
She looked at him sharply. "Who said anything about patrolling? If I go back to Sunnydale, it'll be to enjoy a normal life!"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and shacking up with a re-souled vampire is normal, is it? Listen, "Slayer" -- that's what you are. You can't escape it, so you might as well go home and face it." Spike shrugged. "And look on the bright side: it can't get any worse than it has already!"
Buffy broke down and laughed. She cuffed him affectionately. "I suppose you're right. Fine, 'luv,' let's go home."
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