The Secrecy Series
Fanfiction
-My Fics
-Collaborations
-Other Buffy/Spike
Fics
-Series
-Challenges
-Non Buffy/Spike
Fics
History
Links
Link to Me
Updates
Awards Won
Back to Main
E-mail
Hilary
Feedback: python_chick@hotmail.com
~~ Out of the Closet ~~
Buffy was up in her room in front of the mirror fixing her hair in a state of panic. Spike would be there any minute and she’d spent too long in the shower. Buffy had sent Dawn over to Xander’s apartment again, much to Anya’s disappointment, claiming that her mother needed some quiet resting time.
Buffy was in such a rush that she didn’t sense Spike entering her window. “I hate my hair,” she complained to herself. “I should just shave it off.”
Spike grinned. “Then I’d have to break up with you, ducks.” he said.
Buffy and her heart jumped. She spun around and grinned at Spike. “You scared me you peroxide-pest!” she teased.
“It’s what I do best,” he said. “Sometimes I’m glad I don’t have a reflection. It makes sneaking up on you so much easier.”
“The only reason my ‘vamp detector’ didn’t go off was because I was hurrying and nervous.” she explained.
“Nervous about little ol’ me?” he asked grinning and sitting on her bed.
“Well, a little, but also because Mom’s sleeping downstairs still recovering from her surgery; she said I should go out and see my friends and not to worry about her...like that’s possible. Also Dawn’s over at Xander’s and what if Glory sends another snake thing--”
“Relax, pet,” he said softly. “Your mother is fine. She has been for the two weeks since she came home. Besides, Glory hasn’t stirred up anything in a while.”
“All the more reason to worry, Spike,” she sighed. “She could be planning something big and I won’t be there to protect Dawn.”
“Dawn will be fine,” Spike reassured her. “If it makes you feel better, we can stop by and check on them.”
Buffy smiled as she pulled her hair into a simple ponytail. “Okay, but what will we do between then and now.” she asked.
Spike stood up and walked towards her, grinning mischievously. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. “Oh, I don’t know,” he sighed. “But I’m sure we could think of something.” He leaned down and kissed her.
Buffy gently pushed him away, against her will. “We can’t,” she whispered. “My mom’s downstairs.”
“We can put on music or something,” he suggested.
“Jeez, Spike, is that all you think about?” she asked.
“Well I--”
“Wait, don’t answer that,” she interrupted him. “I’m not sure I want to know.”
There was a sudden knock at the door and Spike ducked into the closet as Buffy answered the door.
“Hi, Buffy,” Willow greeted her. “Your mom let me in, I hope you don’t mind.”
Buffy smiled. “Not at all---is something wrong?” she asked worriedly.
“Oh no, nothing’s wrong,” the redhead replied. “I just saw Spike walking in this direction and wanted to give you a heads up.”
“I thought you liked Spike,” Buffy said, knowing that Willow wouldn’t say anything mean about him.
“Well, he seems a little nicer now, but he can still put a damper on things.” Willow admitted. Which was true in a way. Whenever the gang got together and Spike showed up, he sometimes ignored Buffy, trying to keep their relationship a secret for as long as possible.
“I’m sure he’s just unfamiliar with the whole ‘save the world instead of destroy it’ thing,” Buffy explained. “He’s still adjusting to being around us and helping us.”
Suddenly, a loud sneeze came from the closet. Willow searched Buffy’s face for an explanation. When she received nothing but a shrugging of Buffy’s shoulders, the redhead went to the closet and opened the doors before Buffy could stop her. Spike tumbled out of the closet and landed on the floor. He quickly stood up and regained his composure.
“Spike!” Willow exclaimed. “What are you doing in Buffy’s closet?”
Spike stuttered but no intelligible answer came out. Willow turned to Buffy. “Did you know he was there?” she asked.
Buffy nodded shyly. “Look, Will, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“No!” Spike said sternly. “Not yet.”
They stood in silence for a couple minutes as Willow looked from Spike to Buffy waiting for someone to do something to relieve the awkwardness in the room. “Do you want me to go?” she asked uncomfortably.
“No, Willow, I need to talk to Spike in the hall for one minute, you stay in here for now,” Buffy said leaving the room as Spike followed and shut the door behind him.
“Spike we have to tell her now,” Buffy said. “She’s not stupid, she’ll guess in about three seconds anyway.”
Spike could see he wasn’t going to win this debate. Sighing out of frustration, he opened the bedroom door for Buffy as she walked in smiling at Willow.
“Okay, now I can tell you,” Buffy said, glancing at Spike. “But you can’t tell anyone else. I want to tell them myself, okay?”
Willow nodded, smiling uncertainly at Buffy’s news. “Go ahead, Buffy,” Willow replied. “I won’t tell a soul.”
“Well, after Riley left, Spike and I started hanging out because you and Xander were busy with Tara and Anya and we sort of became friends,” Buffy explained. “We went patrolling one night and we were taken by surprise by a vampire and Spike was hurt and we sort of realized that we liked each other and we’ve been dating for the past two weeks in secret.” Buffy took a cleansing breath as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
Spike stood silently behind Buffy waiting for Willow to laugh or scream and run out of the room. But she did neither...she smiled. “Really, Buffy?” she asked. “You two are together?”
Buffy nodded. “I told Spike you’d understand,” she said just before Willow fainted. Buffy caught her just before she hit the ground.
“Oh, she understands perfectly.” Spike mocked.
“Just shut up and grab her feet.” Buffy ordered.
They lifted Willow onto Buffy’s bed and she came to a few minutes later.
“Wow, I just had the strangest dream,” she said looking over at Buffy and Spike. “And I think I’m still dreaming because you told me that you two were dating.”
“Look, Red, you’re not dreaming,” Spike informed her. “And we are. And you’ll go back to your little friends and not tell them until we’re ready to, okay?” Willow nodded.
“Spike, you don’t have to be so nice about it,” Buffy said sarcastically. “Anyway, Willow, thank you for your silence. It means a lot to us. We’re just sorry we couldn’t have told you earlier but we weren’t sure how it would go between us.”
“I understand, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” Willow said, pretending to zip her lips. “I was on my way to Xander’s place and I thought I’d stop by. I should go, they’re probably waiting for me.”
Willow stood up and Buffy walked her down the stairs while Spike waited in Buffy’s room. She said goodbye to Buffy and her mom and drove off in her car.
“I’m really tired, Mom, I’m going to go to sleep...is there anything you need?” she asked.
“Not really,” Joyce replied. “I can walk you know, Buffy.” Buffy smiled at her mother. She had recovered from the surgery quicker than Buffy had expected, but she still had a ways to go.
“Okay, well, goodnight, Mom.” Buffy said giving her mom a hug.
“Goodnight, Buffy,” she replied. “Oh, is Dawn staying at Xander’s tonight?”
“Yeah, Willow, Xander and Anya are planning something fun for her I guess,” Buffy replied. “I’ll pick her up tomorrow, though.”
Buffy walked up the stairs to her room where Spike had turned on the radio, keeping it at a low volume, and closed the door behind Buffy as she entered. Spike cupped her chin and kissed her softly.
“Spike, I told you, my mom--”
“That wasn’t my intent, Slayer,” Spike said grinning. He put his hands on her waist as she put hers around his neck. “I just thought we could hang out.”
“That sounds good to me,” Buffy replied, laying her head on his chest. As they swayed slowly to the music, neither one noticed the black-clad figure peering in Buffy’s window watching them intently.