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Disclaimer: The genius that is Joss Whedon owns Buffy, not me, if I did, well, then let’s just say there’d be plenty of B/S action going on.

Rating: PG-13

Distribution: It’s cool with me, just be sure to let me know the site.

Feedback: YES! Just be nice if it’s awful.

Summary: Takes place about an hour from my last fic, and a lead in to the next one. Patrol once again, turns strange.

Author’s Note: Enjoy…

Moment

He smirked as he darted behind a tree. Evil beware. They didn’t know what they were up against. He ran his fingers through his hair and peaked behind the tree. He wasn’t sure what it was he was up against, but he did know that it was real mean. And evil. And he was protector of the good. He needed a cool name. He couldn’t be the slayer, that was already taken. Demon Hunter sounded cool though. He smirked as he watched. He-

“Harris, stop fooling around!” Spike yelled. “What are you now, a sodding demon hunter?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Xander smirked.

“Come out from the tree,” he snapped.

“But I saw something. I don’t care if it kills you, but I have a girlfriend at home,” Xander protested. “What if something tries to kill me?”

“Take a look there’s nothing out there,” Spike sighed.

“I knew that,” Xander snapped. He stepped out, holding a stake close to him. “You know I could stake you in seconds.”

“You know I can get over a head ache,” Spike grinned. “Now, come on.”

“Your acting weird,” Xander frowned.

“I’m thinking,” Spike sighed.

“Oh, it must be a new experience for you then,” Xander smirked.

“Shut up, it’s just, Buffy, she…” his voice trailed off.

“What?” Xander frowned.

“I went to tell her, it was okay if she wanted me to leave, and the funniest thing happened, she started to cry,” Spike nodded.

“You offered to leave and she started to cry?” Xander frowned. “She must be sick.” He shoved the stake into his pocket. Nothing was happening.

“Shut up,” Spike snapped. “But she isn’t feeling well.”

“Well, she did kinda die and now want to be brought back,” Xander pointed out.

“Yeah,” Spike nodded. He was not having this conversation with Xander, if anybody. “I don’t see any vampires.”

“Maybe we should call it, I mean, there’s nothing out here,” Xander sighed. “I’m just so cool, I scared them away.”

“You just keep telling yourself that,” Spike nodded. “Yeah, we can head home,” he agreed.

“Right, I got it.”

“Ah!” Xander screamed. He jumped behind Spike and grabbed his arms. “Take him! He’s evil! Okay, no, but he’s dead! I haven’t lived yet! I have a girlfriend, please don’t hurt me.”

“Buffy?” Spike frowned. “Buffy, what are you doing? I thought you were asleep. Get off Harris!”

“I knew it was Buffy,” Xander said.

“Head home,” Spike snapped to Buffy. “You aren’t feeling well. You don’t look it.”

“Spike’s right. I mean, Buff, he offered to leave and you cried? What’s up with that?” Xander frowned. “Anyway, last time you slayed when you weren’t feeling well, you ended up in the hospital. We don’t want that again.”

“Xander, you are aware you just siding with Spike?” Buffy asked, she smirked.

“Uh, well, um, yeah, so uh,” Xander stuttered.

Spike ignored him. “Buffy, your not feeling well. You feel asleep. Just go home, I can handle things just fine.”

“I’m the slayer, this is my job,” Buffy snapped.

“So take the night off!” Spike yelled. “Go back home and go to sleep. Admit it, your sick.”

“I’m a little dizzy, but other wise I’m fine, and you know what, I’ve gone patrolling under much worse conditions,” Buffy snapped. She started to storm off.

“No way!” Spike yelled. “Bloody hell! Why can’t you be normal for once and go back to sleep?”

“Because, normal isn’t my life!” Buffy cried. She continued walking. “Why can’t you let me storm off!”

“Because, you’re not feeling well!” Spike snapped. “And we don’t need you getting all sick! Why can’t you just admit that you need to rest?”

“Why can’t you just admit you get off on this?” Buffy snapped. “I mean, give me a break! You always got upset when I kicked your ass, and now that I’m all weak and stuff, you just want to be the big strong man. Well, let me tell you! Not happening!” she yelled. Then her eyes snapped shut and she collapsed into his arms.

* * *

“I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

“You couldn’t do it, not even if you tried.”

“Really, cause I have a stake that says otherwise.”

“You think I’m scared of you. Let me tell you something, you think you even know what’s to come? You haven’t even started pet,” he smirked.

She lunged for him, the stake right at his chest.

“You can’t do it. It’s okay Buffy,” he nodded. “I mean, sometimes, it’s all okay if you don’t.”

“Oh, I just need time. Give me a few more seconds and I’m going to be just fine,” she spat. “I hate you.”

“And I hate you.”

Spike ran his fingers up her arms and kissed her. She pushed back. “What are you doing?”

“Come on slayer, you know you want it,” Spike smirked.

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

* * *

“Oh G-d no.”

* * *

“And I don’t know what I’m diving into. Just hanging by a moment here with you.”

TBC...