"Giles?" Buffy called as she walked into his home.

"Buffy, we're in the office," His voice came from around the corner, "We need to talk." Buffy entered the office and found Giles sitting at his desk and Spike on a stool.

"Slayer," Spike looked up and grinned.

"Spike." Buffy turned her gaze towards Giles, "What's this thing we need to talk about? And why's blondie here?"

"He's the reason we're talking." Giles took his glasses off and rubbed his nose then put them back on. "He wants to help you."

"Help me how?"

"Slaying," Spike answered for him.

"How?" Buffy scuffed, "I mean you can't even hit anything. You'd get killed." Buffy paused for a moment and smiled. *Why the hell do I care what happens to Spike?* "And why do I care, feel free to get killed."

"As long as I have your permission," Spike glared back at her.

"Buffy," Giles interrupted, "It seems that Spike can fight, he just didn't let us know. He can't kill us though."

"Huh? How come?"

"Well, do you remember that night I got out?" He paused until she flushed and nodded her head. *That was some night. fighting one minute, kissing the bloody slayer the next.* "I was out trying to find the entrance to the lab when I was attacked by one of my own, Marc. Marc told me that with me being gone for so long he took over and I shouldn't come back. So I hit him. There was no pain, nothing. I hadn't killed anything in so long and I needed a good kill, so Marc was quickly replaced by a pile of dust."

"But, you couldn't hit me. Why could you hit Marc, it doesn't make sense."

"It does," Spike reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and continued, "Marc was evil, you aren't. I can only fight the evil ones."

"N-not in the house, Spike," Giles looked over at Spike.

"Piss off," Spike said, but then reluctantly put out the cigarette.

"But why do you want to help me?" Buffy raised an eyebrow at him, "You hate me. There's that whole 'mortal enemies' thing, remember?"

"I like to fight, and I don't like being inside all the time. Plus you and the watcher have taken care of me and I want to repay you."

"So you like to kill and figure this is the only way you can do it, right?" Buffy sighed and continued, "You can come with me on patrols, but don't get in my way."

"Yes sir!" Spike smiled and saluted Buffy.

"Giles?"

"I guess th-that's ok, but are you sure?"

"Yep," Buffy smiled and went over to the weapons cabinet, pulling out some stakes and a crossbow, "I can use all the help I can get, and Spike knows how to fight. He'll do."

"Fine," Giles looked skeptically at Spike, "I want you t-t-two to, uh, take a pass through town and Weatherly park tonight."

"Slayer, shall we?" Spike motioned to the door as she nodded. They left and made their way to main street.

******

"So after I came back to Brazil, I found Dru and clubbed her over the head. When she came to I had already chained her to the bed. Then I tortured her until she was begging me to pleasure her." He looked over at Buffy and saw her blush, "I won't go into details though. After I'd dominated her again, we ran around Brazil for a few more months. Then one night I found her with that bloody chaos demon! She tried to say 'he didn't mean anything' and all that shit, but I knew it was over."

"Wow. So how'd you end up here?" Buffy fingered her stake and checked her nails as they walked towards the park.

"I heard about the ring, so I came back. I gathered what was left of my minions, good job by the way, most of them were dead. Well, when I got them together I stole some digging equipment and set them to work. We found the ring, you kicked my ass, and I went to LA where Angel and Cordelia proceeded to kick my ass."

"You left out harmony." *How could you forget that flake? I'm way better then her. Again, why do I care?* She sighed and looked down.

"What's wrong?" *Are you jealous of that little bitch? she didn't even compare to you.*

"Nothing, but how did you and Harmony get together?"

"I found her," Spike smiled and continued, "She was all alone and she didn't know how to take care of herself. I took her in and put up with her because she slightly reminded me of someone. She was pushy, feminine, yet tough, and her hair was so beautiful. Not as good as the other person, but close."

"So who's the mystery woman?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Spike smirked at her. *You.*

"Great," Buffy sighed as she looked ahead of them. "Vamps."

"They're mine." He growled.

"A little eager?"

"No, they're mine. They should still think I'm in charge."

"Oh, well let's go kill." She started to walk, but spike grabbed her arm.

"Let me go first, I have a plan," He started off without waiting for an ok.

"Ok," Buffy gripped her stake tighter as he approached the three vamps. She watched as he put on his game face and stalked over to the vamps. They looked surprised and straitened up when he yelled something at them. Then Spike motioned for one of them to stand next to him. He quickly grabbed it's neck and snapped it. Then he moved over and kicked one of them while staking the other. The one that had been kicked got up to run, but he grabbed it and snapped it's neck. Then he brushed off his duster and walked back to Buffy.

"That was fun," He grinned and started walking again.

"Uh, thanks. You did good." Buffy smiled at him and hurried to catch up.

******

Buffy opened her door and walked into the dorm room. Willow was sprawled out across her bed reading something. "Hey Will."

"Hey Buffy. How was patrol?" Willow closed her book and sat up.

"Good," She smiled slightly and sat down. *Because Spike was there.* "I had some help. Spike went with me."

"I thought he couldn't hurt anything." Willow frowned, "Wasn't he just in the way?"

"Nope, it turns out he can fight anything that's evil. He killed three of his own guys."

"Really? Why though?"

"I don't really know. I think he really wants to help me for some reason."

"Maybe, Willow grinned evily, "He's remembering the spell and he wants to kiss you again, maybe more."

"Willow! He's evil. A hottie, but still evil."

"You think Spike is hot?!?"

"Don't you?" Buffy asked, already knowing her friends answer.

"Kind of, but not that much. Plus I don't know if he's a good kisser."

"He's great," Buffy remembered, "Good at other things too."

"Other things? Why do I have the feeling you're not telling me something?"

"OK, I give. When we were under the spell wekindamadelove."

"What?!? And you didn't tell me?"

"Well, I was embarrassed at first, but Spike hasn't mentioned it."

"Maybe he liked it and he wants more, so he's helping you."

"Will!," Buffy pushed her shoulder, "I would not sleep with Spike!"

"You mean again?" The witch smiled.

"Yes, again."

******

Buffy changed into her pajamas and hopped under her covers. Willow had gone home for the night so she was alone. She closed her eyes and remembered the night with Spike...

Buffy was sitting on Spike's lap when Giles walked in. "I'm going outside for some air. Try n-not to do anything wrong while I'm out."

"Will do Watcher." Spike grinned and looked down at Buffy again.

"He has a name," she pouted, "Call him Giles, or Rupert."

"Come on Slayer, I'll call him Watcher if I want to."

"Don't you ever listen to me?" Buffy stood up, "I have a name too! Use it," she glared down at him.

"Buffy," Spike stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, "You're cute when you get pissed off."

"You are so sweet!" She smiled and Spike leaned over and kissed her. They continued to kiss as he moved them down to the floor. His hands moved to the top button of her shirt and it was soon in a crumpled heap next to them. She slid his red shirt down his arms and pulled his black T-shirt over his head, breaking the kiss only when necessary.

Spike slid her skirt over her hips and pulled it off, along with her panties. She moved back up to her breasts and sucked at one through the lace covering it. He reached around Buffy's back and unhooked the bra and slid it down her arms. "Please," she sighed. Spike began to lick and nip a trail from her pebbled nipples to her nest of curls. He parted her folds and inhaled her sweet scent. His tongue thrust into her heat and swirled around. Buffy bucked her hips and whimpered. Spike found her clit and worried it with his lips. He sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves until Buffy cried out and came. Her body shook as he continued to suck on her, dragging out the orgasm.

Spike stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them down and stepped out of them. His boxers were next to come off. He smiled and looked at Buffy. "Cor, you're beautiful."

"Spike, please," Buffy reached out to him and pulled his body to hers, "Make love to me." Spike rubbed his cock over her sex and smiled as she groaned. He pushed himself inside her wet entrance and moaned as she clamped down on him. He moved in the rhythm set ages ago and leaned down to kiss her again. He broke the kiss and started to suck on the hollow of her neck. She sighed and thrust her hips to met him. After a few more thrusts they both came and cried out.

******

Two weeks passed and Spike had gone out on patrol with Buffy each night. They worked together with ease and killed every vampire they came across. They had quickly become friends and went out when they didn't have to slay. Spike got his own apartment so he didn't inconvenience Giles anymore. It was down by the docks and he and Buffy spent a lot of time there. She was the only member of the Scooby gang that would visit him though.