Spike tromped down the stairs and headed to the kitchen for the inevitable chat with his uncle. Spike took a seat across the breakfast table from Giles and let out a heavy sigh. “Alright Rupes, let’s have it.”

Giles removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right then, Now explain to me why your face looks like you ran into a brick wall William because right now I really am imagining the worst,” he asked exasperatedly.

There was no use candy coating the situation so Spike looked his uncle in the eyes and explained. “Last night Xander and I took Willow and Buffy to this strip club just out side of town and… What?” Spike asked as Giles stared at him as if he had grown a second head.

“You took Buffy and Willow to a strip club?” Giles asked incredulously.

“Well yeah,” Spike replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Dear lord William! Those girls had no business in an establishment like that, what if something would have happened to them,” Giles stated angrily.

Spike had the decency to look ashamed. His uncle was right. If they hadn’t gone to that seedy club last night then Buffy wouldn’t have been put in the compromising situation that she had had the misfortune of being in.

Spike looked up at his uncle with remorseful eyes. “We just wanted to have a good time and things kinda got out of hand s’all,” he admitted quietly.

Giles shook his head and asked, “What exactly happened last night William?”

“Well everything was fine until Buffy left for the loo and some asshole tried to manhandle her,” Spike confessed feeling rage course through him at the mere thought of the prick that had dared to touch his girl.

Giles was absolutely stunned. “Dear Lord, is Buffy alright?” he asked full of concern for the young blond he had become quite found of.

“Buffy’s fine, just a bit shook up is all. I took care of the git before he could do any real damage, hence the busted up face,” Spike gestured to his bruised eye.

Giles let out a sigh of relief. “Good.” Then giving his nephew a pointed look he asked, “Then maybe you could explain to me why Buffy was standing in your room this morning in nothing but a bed sheet.”

Spike stared at his uncle wide eyed and slack jawed. Holy shit! He must have seen Buffy when the door was ajar. Unable to come up with an intelligent response Spike muttered, “Huh?”

“No use in playing dumb with me William, I saw Buffy in your room, now I want an explanation,” Giles stated firmly.

Spike let his anger rise to the surface. “I don’t think that any of your bloody business,” Spike snapped.

Giles crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Spike. “It very well is. This is my house and as long as you’re under my roof you are my responsibility William,” he pointed out heatedly.

“I’m not a bleeding child Rupert so you don’t have to go treatin’ me like one. What I do is my business. You’re not my sodding father!” Spike yelled.

Giles was taken aback by his nephew’s harsh words. Unable to hide his hurt he quietly remarked, “William I know I’m not your father, but I still worry about you as if you were my own.”

Spike instantly regretted his hurtful words. Giles was the closest thing he had to a father now and he had taken that relationship for granted.

Giving his uncle a remorseful look he apologized. “Listen I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.” Letting out a heavy sigh he continued, “You’ve been there for me ever since my Da’ left and helped me mum when she needed getting back on her feet, so honest, I didn’t mean it. You’re the closest thing I have to a father and I hope you know how much it means to me,” Spike confessed.

Giles smiled at his nephew. “I know William, I just don’t want to see anything happen to you. You have turned into a fine young man. I know you would never do anything intentionally to hurt Buffy, but I have to admit it’s rather disconcerting that just yesterday you two claimed to be just friends and now this morning you two were, well uh, you know,” Giles replied as he nervously cleaned at his glasses. He had never been too comfortable with the whole talk of sex with his nephew.

“You’re right, I would never hurt Buffy,” Spike stated matter of factly. “As far as the sudden change, well I think I’ve always felt this way about her just couldn’t admit it to m’self,” Spike admitted as he blushed slightly and scratched at his head nervously. This wasn’t something he really wanted to talk to his uncle about.

Giles could see William was just as uncomfortable talking about such matters as he was. Wanting to know Spike’s full intentions, he asked, “William have you told Buffy how you feel?”

Buffy heard yelling downstairs and slowly came down and stood outside the kitchen, wondering if she could hear what was going on. She knew what ever it was it had to do with her, so she stood quietly as she could and listened.

“No I haven’t,” Spike admitted. “We decided that we would talk when we got back to LA.”

Giles sat for a moment before asking, “So how exactly do you feel about Buffy?”

Buffy clasped a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out a gasp. Her heart began to hammer in her chest and her knees felt like they would give any second. Buffy closed her eyes and waited for Spike to admit his true feelings.

Spike took a deep breath and looked his uncle in the eyes and confessed. “I think I love her.”

Buffy felt her stomach drop to her knees. Spike had just admitted that he loved her! Well, he had said he thought he did, but that was more than enough to send her mind spiraling out of control. What was she going to do? She knew she felt strongly for Spike, but was it love? Slowly Buffy backed up to go back up stairs but some how managed to bump into the sofa table in the hall making a loud thump. Buffy cursed under her breath and stopped in her tracks.

Giles was about to open his mouth to say something when he heard something in the hallway. Spike spun around and called out, “Buffy is that you?”

Buffy took a deep breath. “Uh, yeah, sorry I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and bumped into the table in the hall,” Buffy, covered trying to act casual as she walked into the kitchen.

Giles smiled at the young blond. “Morning Buffy,” then looking at his watch he amended, “Well I guess more like afternoon.”

Buffy giggled nervously. “Yeah, I guess I slept in this morning.” Buffy took a seat at the bar and began to fidget with her hands nervously.

Spike frowned at Buffy’s obvious uneasiness. Did she overhear his conversation with Giles? Spike looked at Buffy but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. Something was wrong and he was damn well going to find out what it was. Looking over at his uncle he gave him a look and asked, “Didn’t you say that you would get me one of those calling card things so I could call my mum from school?”

Giles gave Spike a confused look and then took the hint. “Right! Yes, I should go do that now so I can be back before you two leave. Is there anything else you need me to pick up?” Spike shook his head and Giles turned to Buffy. “Buffy what about you?”

“Uh no, I’m good, thanks,” Buffy answered giving him a small smile.

“Alright then. I should be back soon,” Giles said and then was out the door to leave the two blonds to talk.

Buffy watched as Giles walked out the door. She was all alone with Spike. A sudden wave of panic washed over her. Should she let on that she had heard Spike admit to Giles that he loved her? Why had he told Giles in the first place? Oh god Giles knows! Looking up at Spike with wide eyes she gasped, “He knows.”

Spike didn’t know what to say. If he told her the truth she would be mortified. Spike looked Buffy in the eyes and lied to her face. “No pet, he doesn’t know.”

Buffy gave him a confused look. “Than why did you…” Buffy trailed off realizing she was about to ask about his confession.

Spike frowned. “Why did I what?” What the hell was she going on about?

Buffy shifted nervously in her seat. Shit! How was she going to cover for this? Quickly she said the first thing that came to mind. “Well I heard you yelling and I just thought maybe it was because Giles saw me this morning.” Buffy prayed that Spike would believe her.

Oh Fuck! Buffy had heard them arguing. Spike scratched at his head. “Well, Rupert wasn’t too happy about my little scuffle last night and we might have shared a few choice words.” Spike explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Buffy knew Spike wasn’t being completely honest with her, he was doing the nervous scratching his head thing that he only did when he was lying. The question was, what was he lying about? Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re lying.” She stated matter of factly.

Spike looked at Buffy aghast. “What?”

Buffy raised a brow at him. “Spike you’re so obvious. You do the whole,” Buffy mimicked his nervous head scratching habit, “when you’re trying to hide something,” she pointed out.

Damn she was good. They hadn’t been living together for more than three months and she already knew his nervous habits. Spike gave her a sheepish look. “I’m not exactly lyin’, just maybe not the whole truth,” Spike admitted.

“And the difference would be?”

“Well, if I was lyin’ to you I would have said that we weren’t fightin’ at all,” Spike explained.

Buffy cocked a brow at him. “So you merely lied about what you were fighting about then?” Buffy asked getting irritated with him.

Spike could tell Buffy was starting to get pissed at him. He needed to start digging and digging fast. “No not exactly. We did argue about me gettin’ into a fight last night, we just might have also had a heated discussion about you and me,” Spike replied timidly, waiting for Buffy to blow up at him.

Buffy went wide eyed. “Giles does know doesn’t he?” Buffy shook her head knowingly. “I knew it! How could you lie to me and tell me he didn’t? God Spike!” Buffy yelled.

Spike got up from his chair and went to stand in front of Buffy. “I only did it so you wouldn’t feel all awkward in front of him Buffy,” Spike defended.

“Well you know what Spike, I don’t need you to protect me okay,” Buffy snapped.

“Well excuse me for trying to make this a little less awkward for you. I was only trying to help,” Spike snapped back.

They stood there for a moment in silence before Spike gave in. “Buffy lets not fight, we should be talking about how were gonna try and give us a go, not arguing about some stupid fight I had with Giles that’s not even important,” Spike said softly as he looked into her big green eyes.

Buffy took one look at Spike’s eyes and melted. God she had to stop doing that. Letting out a sigh, Buffy agreed. “Fine we won’t fight.”

Spike kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s my girl.” Pulling her off the stool, he wrapped his arms around her waist. “So, does this mean that we’re together now?” Spike asked hopefully.

Buffy pulled herself from Spikes arms. “Spike, things are moving way too fast. Maybe we should take a few steps back and go from there, “Buffy admitted softly.

Spike couldn’t hide the hurt in his eyes. “Buffy how many steps back do you want to take exactly?”

“How about we try dating?” Buffy suggested hopefully.

Spike placed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Alright pet, if that’s what you want.” Spike wanted so much more, but this was a start.

Buffy let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, it is.” Buffy looked up into Spikes deep blue eyes.

“I just want to make sure that this will work Spike.” Buffy explained.

Spike brushed her hair behind her ear. “You want to take things slow, I get that.” Giving her a determined look he stated, “I don’t care what I have to do Buffy, I’m gonna show you this can work.”

Buffy laid her head on Spike’s chest. “I know you will Spike, it’s just gonna take me some time. Can you give me that?” Buffy asked softly.

Spike stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Sure luv, you can have all the time in the world.” He wanted to tell Buffy that he loved her and that he wasn’t going anywhere, but now wasn’t the time. Just knowing that she was willing to try was enough for now.

Buffy gave a content sigh. She still wasn’t sure if this was going to work but Spike had said he would give her time and that was a start, and right then that’s all that mattered.





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