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The Start of a Beautiful Friendship

Following William out of the convenience store, Buffy wondered what the hell she was thinking. She had enough on her plate with missing the last three years of her life, the last thing she needed to do was add to it by asking William about their supposed
relationship.

She supposed it was the stark honesty in his blue eyes. The way they shone at her, and the tenderness written in his face as he beheld her. He'd never hurt her, that's what his face told her. Not to mention the fact that he was, well, gorgeous. Tall and lean with sharp cheekbones. He was a man, but at the same time resembled a boy, he appeared an angel, but his nickname suggested a devil. He was a mystery. As if she didn't have enough mystery in her life.

He stood before her, his bleached blond hair nearly white in the sun, nearly blinding her with its brilliance. With the sun behind him, it was as if he was surrounded by a golden light. Now he was the angel.

"Do you really want to know what happened with us?" he asked, cutting
right to the chase.

The million dollar question. Did she really want to know? Despite how he
seemed, how could she really trust him? The only person she felt
comfortable and safe with was Angel. So why was she following this
stranger out side, this stranger who said they'd had relations while she was
supposedly with Lindsey, this stranger who'd tracked her down?

"No," she blurted out, surprising them both. "In fact, I think it might be
best if I just walked away. I'm sorry for what I did –or rather didn't do, but
I just –can't." She started to walk away and the stopped in her tracks when
Spike jumped out in front of her.

"I told you I lost you once and I wasn't going to do it again, princess."

"What do you want from me?"

"Just a little bit of your time."

"Like right now?"

Something passed over his face that she couldn't define. "Let me amend

that. A little bit of your time everyday."

Her breath hitched. "William, I don't think that's a good idea," she shook
her head and started to walk away.

"I know that Newport is your favorite place aside from Boston," he called
after her. She stopped, frozen, as he continued. "I know that it's your
favorite because you remember going there on family vacations with your
parents when you were young. You and your brother used to plan taking
one of them over and moving in together. I also know that as happy as it
makes you to visit, it also makes you sad."

She turned around. "Because my parents are dead now."

He started walking up to her and she kept her eyes trained on him. "Buffy,
I'm not asking for a lot here. Think of it this way: I'm rebuilding my life and
so are you. Why not do it together?"

"Because my boyfriend might have something to say about it."

"He might have something to say about us being friends?"

She smiled warily. "Do you want to be just friends?"


"If it's what I can get, then yes."

"I still don't know William. You claim we had something, but obviously I
don't remember it. And I'm pretty sure that I'm very loyal, so it doesn't
add up that I would cheat on Lindsey—"

"Lindsey is your BOY friend?"

She narrowed her eyes and tapped her foot, placing her hands on her hips.
"Yes. You have something to say about that SPIKE?"

He grinned. "Little tigress in there," he tucked his tongue behind his teeth
and grinned. Buffy tried not to notice how sexy it was, despite how
annoyingly cocky it was at the same time. "I like it."

"As I was saying," she said pointedly, "No one else in my life knows you. I
would have known by now, wouldn't I have?"

"We met in Newport, at one of the mansions. The Breakers—your favorite
mansion."

She looked down. He knew way too much about her to be making it all up.
"Did you hire a detective?" His eyes shifted away from her. "You did, didn't
you?"

"No. I did my own detecting."

His eye was twitching.

She crossed her arms across her chest. "Continue."

"You were alone, I was alone."

"And?"

"And the rest I will tell you in time."

"That so?"

"If you agree to meet with me at least once a day, I'll tell you a little bit
more about what happened. But you have to agree to meet me."

"I could just walk away right now."

"But you won't, will you?"

She studied him. "Where did you come from?"

"L.A."

Her eyes widened. "You came across the country for me?"

He reached out and caressed the side of her face with his knuckles, his face
taking on the tender look she'd seen earlier. "What can I say? You made me
want to come and see the city you love so much. I've only been here a day
and I think I already love it."

Her breath hitched at that and she grabbed his hand to take it off her face,
but he maneuvered his hand so that now he was grasping hers in his.
"Buffy. I'm asking for an hour—I'll even settle for a half hour—of your time.
What have you got to lose?"

"My sanity?"

"I'll help you regain it."

"How? You know something about me I don't remember."

"And I'll tell you about it all."

"Why should I do this?"

"Because despite how strange it is, you're curious. Because something
about me and the situation has piqued your curiosity. And, because you
can't be mean to the newbie in the city. I might get eaten alive."

"Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing at this point," she said dryly.

"Trust me."

"I only trust Angel."

"Brother?"

She nodded.

He smiled, "I'd like to meet the guy. You spoke so highly of him."

"He'd pummel you into next week if you ever hurt me."

"I wouldn't Buffy, I would never hurt you."

"I don't know you well enough to believe that."

"There's only way to find out."

She stared at him, at his earnest eyes, his hopeful face. His big warm hands
held hers tightly, yet gently enough that she could escape if she wanted to.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Do you have a car?"

He nodded.

"Nearby?"

"Yes."

"Well then. You can give me a ride."





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