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Summary: Sets place after the last part. The gang is upset over the scene the magic shop, Buffy and Spike leave, and things just go down hill.
The Price of Falling
“Oh, my,” Giles said. His mouth fell slightly open. “He’s
dust.”
Xander, naturally, took the less calm approach. “Buffy! Spike!”
* * *
Buffy slowly pulled back at the sound of her friends voice. “Oh no,” she moaned softly.
“He hates me, blame it on me,” Spike sighed.
“No, it’s okay,” Buffy nodded. She turned to face Giles and Xander, who were staring her in the face.
“Buffy, perhaps you could give us an explanation,” Giles said.
“Who needs an explanation?” Xander demanded. “Spike, knew she was weak, and he’d been living with her, so he figured, what the heck? And went and took advantage of her! I should have killed you along time ago.”
“That’s not what happened!” Buffy yelled. “That’s not fair.”
“Oh, no, Buffy what’s not fair is that you’ve let this guy think he’s a part of us. You let him in your house, you let him stay with you, you let him help you, and it’s gotten to him.”
“Stop it!” she screamed. “Just stop it.”
“Xander’s right,” Giles sighed.
“I should have known,” Buffy shook her head. “I should have known you wouldn’t understand.”
“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Willow asked, coming in, with Anya and Tara behind her.
“Oh, nothing, just Buffy and Spike were all over each other,” Xander snapped.
“One kiss!” Spike grunted.
“What? How could you do this to her?” Willow demanded.
“See, everyone sees it but you Buff,” Xander sighed.
“Sees what?” Buffy sighed.
“It’s just an infatuation.”
“Why do you care so much?” Buffy snapped. “Do you still have a thing for me, is that it?”
“What!” Anya yelled.
“I care so much, because I’m your best friend, and I worry about you, being in love with this monster!”
Buffy grabbed her coat and started to walk out of the magic shop. As she opened the door she turned back towards Xander. “He’s not a monster, but the way you’re acting, I’m starting to wonder about you.” With that she slammed the door.
“Spike,” Xander snapped turning to face him.
“Sod off,” Spike growled and rushed out the door after her.
* * *
“Maybe it’s a spell,” Anya pointed out. “Like when they were engaged.”
“I don’t think so,” Willow shook her head. “Besides, I would never do that again.”
“Good,” Giles nodded. “Being blind with those two is not fun at all.”
“What if they really are in love?” Tara asked.
“Yeah right, this just progressed over time,” Xander mumbled. “I’m tired of waiting. And I’m sick of this. I’m gonna go find that lousy vampire, and prove to Buffy what he is. Dead.”
* * *
She sat under a tree, somewhere. She didn’t care. As long as it was away from her friends, from Giles, from everything she knew. She couldn’t face them. Right now, she felt as though she never wanted to talk to them again. How could they say those things? Didn’t they understand that this was her, who she was? Xander himself said he’d liked the new Buffy, the Buffy who was in love with Spike. How could they not understand?
“Hey,” a voice above her smiled.
“Hey,” she sighed. “I want you to know, I’m really sorry.”
“Why, you didn’t attack me,” he sat down next to her and put his arm around her. “You gonna sit here forever?”
“Most likely.” She placed her head on his shoulder.
“Do you mind if I sit with you then?”
Buffy smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Spike said nothing in reply, the two just sat in silence for a moment, taking up the beauty of the night.
* * *
“Xander, calm down,” Willow sighed.
“I still think we need to give Buffy the benefit of the doubt,” Tara sighed.
“When did you have a thing for Buffy?” Anya demanded. “Are you over it? I demand to know that you are over it.”
“Am I the only one who gets it? Spike is a monster. We’re the scoobies. We kill monsters.”
“Giles,” Willow pleaded.
“He’s right,” Giles sighed. “Spike is a vampire.”
“So was Angel,” Willow said.
“Oh, so now you’re on Buffy’s side?”
“No, I’m just saying, you have to come up with a better argument that he’s a vampire, before your going to get her to agree,” Willow snapped.
“Fine,” Xander smirked. He grabbed a stake off the front table. “I’ll get back to you.” And with that he headed out the front door.
* * *
Spike ran his fingers up Buffy’s arm and she felt chills rush through her body. She hadn’t felt this away about anyone in along time. She had loved Angel, but he’d never, he’d never made her feel quite like this. The silence was stopped by the sound of a foot smashing against the grass.
“We’ve got trouble,” Spike mumbled.
“No,” Buffy pouted. “Okay, fine, let’s kill them, but then I’m going back to sitting here.”
“Fine with me,” Spike shrugged. Buffy pulled a stake from her back pocket and sighed.
“On the count of three,” she mumbled. “One, two…”
“Three.” The two jumped out from behind the tree.
“I don’t think a stake is gonna work,” Buffy moaned. She took one look at the demon. It was huge, maybe a clear foot taller than Spike, it was brown, with horns, and had claws for hands. “Knife,” she pulled out of her back pocket. “This isn’t going to work.”
“I suggest we run,” Spike offered.
Buffy nodded and started to back away slowly. The demon had other plans; it grabbed Spike and rammed him up against the tree. “Oh G-d,” she mumbled. She took the knife and rammed it into the demon who then dropped Spike.
“Run!” Buffy snapped at him as the demon pushed her back. Buffy kicked him into the tree.
“Buffy, same goes for you,” Spike reached for her arm but got pushed back. “Bloody hell.”
The demon swung at her, but she ducked and lifted her head up quickly. The next thing she knew she was on the ground, and the demon had made a run for it.
“You’re bleeding!” Spike cried.
“What?” Buffy looked down at her stomach. She groaned. “Damn demons with their damn claws. Time to go home?”
“Time to go home.”
* * *
“Ouch,” Buffy snapped.
“Sorry, I’m not good with this medical stuff. I told you, hospital would be much better,” he dabbed her gently with the gauze.
“No hospitals, that’s more unwanted attention from the gang, I don’t want,” Buffy sighed.
“Buffy, you can’t stay mad at them forever,” Spike pointed out.
“Oh I can,” Buffy nodded. She looked down at her stomach. “Ew.”
“I told you, hospital, or at least a doctor,” Spike groaned.
“It’s not that bad,” Buffy protested.
“You do this with all the guys?” Dawn asked peaking her head in.
“What?” Buffy frowned.
“Never mind,” Dawn grinned. “Anyway, Willow called, she said to call her back cause you two need to talk, Giles called he said he’s worried, Anya called, she was talking about Xander, Xander called, he said he’s really mad. Did I miss something?”
“Yes, I am not speaking to any of them,” Buffy said. “And if they call, don’t tell them about this.”
“Uh, okay,” Dawn said quickly.
“Dawn,” Buffy groaned. “What did you say?”
“Well, Xander is calling, every twenty minutes, and when he asked where you were last time, I said, that you and Spike where upstairs, and he was patching a wound on your stomach.”
“And he said?” Buffy frowned.
“Um, he just hung up,” Dawn said, her eyes drifted towards the ceiling.
“Dawn, go to your room,” Buffy ordered.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you guys were in a fight,” Dawn protested. “Can I see the wound?”
Buffy rolled her eyes and lifted up her shirt. Underneath was a giant bandage. “We don’t know how long it will take it to heal.”
“Which we would if we went to a hospital,” Spike pointed out.
“We’ve already been through this,” Buffy snapped. “Dawn, could you?”
“I’m gone, and if Xander comes, I’ll stall,” Dawn smiled and closed the door.
* * *
Coming down the stairs usually didn’t require much effort, but today was different. Buffy wasn’t surprised at the pain she was in, the cut was much deeper than anything she’d ever gotten. She had to go out and kill the thing before the damage happened to someone who wasn’t the slayer, who wouldn’t heal as fast, who-
“Where do you think your going?”
Damnit. “Spike,” Buffy smiled.
“Did you want the telly, I could have carried it up the stairs for you,” he offered.
“But if you dropped it, then there would be no more Passions for you.”
“Then I’d have carried you down the stairs,” Spike smiled. “You were going to patrol.”
“I was not!” she lied.
“Buffy,” Spike sighed.
“Spike, what if this thing hurts someone like it hurt me? I’m the slayer, I can handle this, but a regular human?”
“Fine, I’ll go patrol, you can you back up the stairs,” Spike smirked.
“Spike, I really don’t see why you have to?” Buffy sighed.
Spike rolled his eyes and picked her up. He placed her gently down on the couch, in a sitting position. “I’m going to go, and make it pay for what it did.”
“But I’m the slayer, it’s my job.”
“I think they’ll understand if you don’t go. I mean, you are injured and all, and the last thing they want is for you to…” Spike’s voice trailed off. Her death was not a topic he was ever going to speak about again.
“But I don’t want to have you go out, I mean, that thing could take you, it could take me, it was big, and evil,” Buffy sighed. “Besides, I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to leave.”
“You want me to stay tonight?”
“I want you to stay forever.”
“Okay,” Spike nodded. He placed his arms on her shoulders and started to massage them gently.
“That simple, okay?”
“Yup, that simple,” Spike nodded.
Buffy smiled, she tilted her head back and let him continue. “I like simple things. Very easy to understand.”
“Staying, is quite simple, leaving a relationship, and a wonderful girl, and her sweet younger sister, that, on the other hand, it’s quite complex.”
“You think I’m wonderful?” she smiled.
“Of course love,” he nodded. “For quite along time.”
“I think you’re pretty wonderful too.”
“Can’t keep your hands off her, now can you?”
“Xander?” Buffy frowned. She turned to face the front door.
“Well, we thought we’d stop by,” Anya said.
“Since you aren’t answering any of our calls, and getting Dawn to lie to you, yeah, we thought it’d be a good idea,” Willow nodded.
“Didn’t I lock that door?” Spike frowned. “Yes, I did lock that door.”
“I have a key,” Xander smirked.
“Of course you do,” Spike sighed.
“Shut up,” Xander ordered.
“Xander,” Buffy sighed.
“At least Angel had a soul,” Anya said.
“Oh, good argument you guys have got there,” Buffy snapped. “Xander, you told me you liked the new Buffy.”
“Yeah, that was before I knew that she was insane, and letting some vampire all over her.”
“Hey!” Spike protested.
“Oh, so you’d rather a mope around, and be careless at patrol, and hope that a vampire accidentally gets me, then have a happy Buffy?”
“What?” Xander demanded.
“Do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Hey guys, I take it I missed the part where I’d understand what was going on,” Dawn sighed. “I always miss the fun.”
“Dawn, go upstairs,” Spike ordered.
“Dawn, you don’t have to listen to him,” Willow sighed.
“Dawn likes to listen to him, he’s amusing at times,” Dawn shrugged.
“Dawn, go,” Spike ordered.
“Fine,” she sighed and started to head up the stairs.
“And stay off the bloody phone,” he called.
“What am I supposed to do up there?” Dawn demanded.
“Fine, just, try not to run up the bill,” Spike pleaded. Dawn smirked and disappeared into the upstairs.
“Softy,” Buffy mumbled.
“Complainer,” Spike growled.
“I am not,” Buffy protested.
“This is stupid,” Xander snapped. “I know how to end this, here and now.”
“Oh really? Please, do tell,” Buffy smirked.
“Oh, no words,” Xander smiled and pulled out a stake as he walked towards Spike.
Buffy was on her feet in seconds. “Are you insane?” she pushed him back and grabbed the stake. “Oh, oh, ouch,” she whimpered.
“Bed? Couch? Hospital?”
“Low blow,” she mumbled and pointed to the couch.
“Dawn!” Spike yelled as he placed Buffy on the couch. “Dawn! Dawn!”
“What, I’m on the phone?” Dawn called back.
“I need you to get the first aid kit, the one next to Buffy’s bed, and then, get off the phone,” Spike ordered. He could hear her racing around the upstairs as she grabbed it.
“What’s wrong?” Willow demanded. “Buffy, are you okay?”
“Fine,” she nodded.
“Got it!” Dawn yelled. She smiled and handed him the box. “Do I need to call a doctor?”
“No,” Buffy snapped. “No.”
“Your not okay?” Willow said, her voice high with panic.
“No, no doctors.”
Spike gently lifted up her shirt. “Well, it looks better.”
“Better! That’s better?” Anya cried.
“What the hell did this, and where can I kill it?” Xander demanded.
“No idea,” Spike said. “Buffy, you’re being stubborn, you know as well as I do, that a hospital would be much better.”
“No,” she sighed. “Did it open again?”
“Looks like, but it doesn’t look as large any more. It’s considerably smaller,” Spike smiled.
“See, good news, no doctor needed.”
“You are to damn stubborn.”
“You are to damn annoying.”
“Spike, do you need some help?” Willow asked.
“Uh, yeah, that’d be nice,” Spike smiled.
“Okay, what did this? We need weapons,” Anya said.
“Not tonight, tonight, it’s take care of Buffy night,” Willow sighed.
“Oh that again,” Dawn mock groaned.
“Anya’s right, what is this thing, and where can I kill it?” Xander demanded. “It did this to the Buffster, now it has to pay.”
“Xander, calm down,” Dawn ordered.
“Calm down! Buffy’s got a wound in her stomach the size of the grand canyon!”
“You said it wasn’t that big!” Buffy yelled.
“You also refused to go to the hospital,” Spike smirked.
“If you say that word, one more time…”
“What? Hospital?” Anya frowned.
“I had nothing to do with that!” Spike yelled.
“There, that should be better,” Willow smiled.
“Whoa, it sure takes a lot to make you guys change you minds, one minute you’re at each others throats and the next your, all, helping and stuff. What caused the change? It’s kinda funny, can you do it again?” Dawn asked.
“Dawn,” Buffy warned.
“Sorry,” Dawn smirked. “I’m gonna go, I should probably call Lisa back,” she said and tiptoed up the stairs.
“She’s right, Xander came in here wanting to kill Spike, and yell at Buffy, and now he’s yelling about Buffy. I’m very confused,” Anya frowned.
“Yeah, well, it’s Buffy, sometimes, sometimes she does stuff to you, she messes with your mind,” Xander said. Buffy smiled at him.
“Tell me about it,” Spike mumbled to himself.
Buffy looked down and smiled. “Well, now that it’s all over with we can go patrol.”
“What! I don’t think so,” Xander snapped.
“He’s right,” Spike nodded.
“Spike, sh- oh, your agreeing with me,” Xander grinned. “Right, so times like this calls for an…”
“Accepted. I’m not gonna make you say it.”
“Good, cause, heh, it’s not really something I do well, because I’m always right.”
“Sure you are,” Spike sighed rolling his eyes.
“So we’re all good?” Willow asked.
“Yeah,” Buffy nodded. “For now.”