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Author's Note: This is set after Chosen. Spike died, but Sunnydale wasn't destroyed. The gang ended up saving it. Anya also didn't die. Spike was with Angel and company until he wasn't a ghost anymore, then he came here. Basically, almost all of the scoobies are away some where in the world, doing missions, and currently the only ones still in Sunnydale at the moment are Buffy & Dawn. Everyone else is off. Oh and in this story, Dawn is off somewhere in SD. Don't ask me why :) I just needed her out of the house.

There he was. Standing there. With his hands in his pockets, appearing to look relaxed, but she could see his fingers moving around in his pockets. Twitching. Anxious. He was sopping wet from the rain, the thunderstorm that was going on right now, that she didn't hear. It wasn't her heart. Thumping, pumping in her ears like it would have back in high school when talking to some cute guy. No. Instead, her tim, trái tim had stopped altogether. She couldn't her a thing. Not the furnace, radiating warm air into the house, hoặc the dishwasher in the phòng bếp, nhà bếp making it's loud, obnoxious churning noise. Not the bobby teen âm nhạc Dawn listened to, which she had put in because she couldn't find any decent records. He just stood there, his hair dripping with rain water, and face composed into a serious expression.

"Evening, love."

Buffy stood there, still gathering her thoughts and emotions, which were swirling around in her head like a mixer. For a brief moment she remembered back at Doublemeat Palace, where Willow had dumped the demon lady into a processor complete with spinny, choppy blades ready to slice. Each thought was dumped in, cut up, then a new one would pop up.


"Egh?" Her words bubbled in her throat, making an almost burning feeling. Her tongue rolled over the words in a slippery motion, not comprehending them. "Ungha?"

Spike chuckled. "A little disoriented are we pet? That's understandable. I guess we all need time to adjust." She didn't reply. "S'okay. I'll wait as long as bạn like." The corner of his mouth tugged up a little. "Although a little invite would be nice. Crazy out here, cold and rainy. What do bạn say I come into your nice little cozy home?" He lifted one eyebrow.

Her brain sent wild messages to her body, sending out signals that didn't make sense. Only one thing made sense. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, hoặc thêm pushed him. Out farther, off the porch and into the wild storm. She was almost violent as she forced herself onto him, grappling for his neck, feeling his skin. He had lifted her up off the ground as she kissed him, and Buffy didn't know where anything was. She felt the rough of his leather, the smoothness of his skin, the heavy breathing coming from his lips whenever she would pull back, but only for a fraction of a một giây before kissing him again, hard, and wet.

Suddenly she stopped and he immediately set her down. She looked at him, squinting through the pelting rain. "Spike?"

"Finally figured it out love?" He was smiling, and it was beautiful, and it was soon over when her fist connected with his jaw. He let out a cry of pain and stumbled back.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" He yelled at her through the noise of the thunder and rain.

"Where did bạn go?"

Her câu hỏi was so simple, so direct. Her voice was ragged, cracked. Like it had broken down and it needed to be repaired. Spike's heart, dead and silent, reached out to this beautiful girl. Standing there in the rain, her hair wet and sticking to her face, makeup smudged and tears stinging in her eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, for it was thêm beautiful than he had ever seen it. Soaking from tears and rain, what any other man would have considered hideous, he yearned even thêm to stroke it, caress it, till it was cold and dead, and her brown eyes saw no thêm and her tim, trái tim was silenced.

"Where did bạn go?" She repeated. Her voice was almost gone. She coughed loudly.

"You wanna go inside? I could explain-"

"No!" The force of her new found voice was startling, but Spike had expected it. She wouldn't want to wait. She would want to know right away. She was restless like that.

"I'll make it short alright? I died, I was brought back to life, I hung with Captain Forehead for a while before I could come to see you. I wanted to right away love, see, but I couldn't leave LA. I went all Casper on them, but ol' Miss Burkle fixed me up all right and proper, after some work and a little demon, a little killing, a little possessing. Nothing serious. I came as soon as I could." He looked at her, waiting for a response.

"O....kay." She looked up at him. "Okay. Got it. Got it. Alright. Okay." She kept on muttering to herself as she paced.

"Door? Oh, right."

She turned around and walked inside. "Come in...Spike." She finished slowly. He stepped over the threshold and looked around. He grinned.

"What is it?" She asked at his smile.

"Nothing's changed." He replied. "Where is everyone?"

"Willow and Kennedy are currently in Brazil, last time I checked Giles had a last một phút appointment in Hong Kong before he was coming back, Xander and Andrew are in Rome, and Anya is in Africa, talking to some demon hoặc other who she knew from a while ago. He might have a slayer." Spike nodded, a little disoriented bởi the sudden rush of news, but didn't ask any questions.

"And all these slayers?"

"Go to Italy, where Robin, Faith, Vi, Rona, and some others are training them."

"And you?"

"Stay here for the time being. Me and Dawnie are heading off to Cali in a couple days, we got some errands. Giles should be back bởi then. And," She turned to look at him. "Why am I telling bạn all this? bạn were gone, for three months, bạn were alive, and bạn didn't tell me!" She was angry again. She was beyond anger. She was furious and crazed. "Why the hell wouldn't you?! bạn think I wouldn't care?! bạn think I wouldn't care if you," She pointed at him. "Were alive again? Why would bạn think that? Why?!" She shouted, her voice ringing in the living room, shaking the walls.

"Because bạn don't tình yêu me!" He yelled back.

She froze. All motion froze. All breathing stopped. "Okay. When bạn đã đưa ý kiến I didn't, back there, I let that go because I knew there was nothing I could do to save you. There was no time! I wanted to tell bạn all these things, all these complicated things that just came up in that moment! But I still thought that some part of bạn would die knowing-"

"What am I supposed to think Buffy? I'm about to die. I'm about to save the world. And at that moment, I don't know, maybe bạn think I'm a good man, and the only thing bạn can say is I tình yêu you. But how could bạn tình yêu me Buffy? How could bạn tình yêu this?" He gestured to his wet and soaking body.

"How couldn't I?"

"Because I'm a killer! Just because I've got a soul doesn't mean-"

"What is this? I tell bạn I believe in you, bạn believe me. I tell bạn I tình yêu you, which is what you've been wanting to hear for the last three years, and bạn just brush it off? Say it's a spur of a moment thing? Didn't I ask bạn to stay?"

He remembered back to the night she had asked him that, and his tim, trái tim ached with the glorious memory of it.

"You đã đưa ý kiến I was a hell of a woman. Does that mean I can't tình yêu you?"

"No, it's just-"

Buffy strode to his side of the room. "Change." She commanded.


"Change! Go all vampy! Turn into your 'true self'. I wanna see it. Now." He looked to see if she meant it, then shook his head a little. The weird sensation pricked through his body like ice for a moment, then he looked at her.

"What do bạn want this for?"

She started at him for a long time. He waited, unmoving. Slowly, she raised her hand until it was centimeters away from his face. Then she laid her hand there. Just there. Of all the things she could've done, this was the best, and Spike's tình yêu for this woman swelled inside him.

"Buffy." He sighed. She started stroking his face, his forehead.

"See?" She said, smiling ever so slightly. "There's nothing to be afraid of." She leaned in and kissed him. Her hand cupped around his neck and pulled him closer. Her lips, warm and inviting moved with his gently.

When she pulled away she said, "See? You're Spike and I'm Buffy. That's the way it's supposed to be."

She leaned in again and kissed him softly. "The way it will be."

She waited for him to reply. He looked at her face and tried to really see if she was telling the truth. She continued to stroke his face in a rhythmic motion. Her eyes were brutally honest and ached with pain for him to believe her.

"The way it will be." He repeated. She smiled, and kissed him again. This time, he kissed her back.
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This is about how the course of the hiển thị was changed bởi things the writers didn't plan, like the actors needing time of hoặc wanting to leave.

This was inspired bởi me watching the end of s6 and being as bugged as i always am bởi the conversation between Buffy and Giles when Giles returns. Don't get me wrong, the part when they're both laughing hysterically cracks me up, the bit i hate is when they're talking aout Giles leaving and Buffy says it was the right thing to do. It wasnt. I heard (im not 100% this is accurate) they wrote Giles out for a while because Tony Head wanted to spend some time...
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