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I'm so, so sorry it took so long to update! I hope you're still with me :) I had a lot of things going on and on top of it I got sick while my beta had a lot of stuff going on at work. But, I've got chapter 12 right here and 13 too so I'll make it up to you by giving you two chapters in a few days :)


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Chapter 12

The ride to Lily’s house was made in silence, neither of them could really think of something to say which was weird. After all, their heads were filled with questions and such as. When they reached her house they stepped out of the car and took a deep breath.

"Okay," Spike said, breaking the silence. "So, how are we gonna do this?"

Buffy bit her lip and put her hands at her hips. "I don’t know… But you have her flip flops, don’t you?"

Spike gestured to the car. "In there."

"Right… Well, can’t we just… Knock, tell Lily that she forgot those and hope to be invited or at least see something?"

Spike nodded in agreement and started to walk to the door. "Let’s go for it."

"Wait! Is it a good idea?" Buffy suddenly burst out, falling into steps beside him.

"It’s the only one we’ve got," Spike replied.

They walked to Lily’s front door and knocked normal at first but when no one came Spike knocked a little harder. Just when they were about to leave, the door was opened by a man which Buffy assumed was Lilly’s dad. He didn’t look very happy and his eyes were a little bit glossy.

"Can I help you?"

"Good evening, Mr. Simmons. I’m William Giles, Lily’s coach. She forgot some things at the training earlier today and I was wondering if I could give them to her?"

Mr. Simmons looked Spike, up and down for a few seconds before returning him a friendly smile. "Well, thank you, Mr. Giles. I’ll make sure Lily gets them."

He reached forward to take the flip flops out of Spike’s hand but Spike simply snatched them out of his reach. "The thing is, Mr. Simmons that I also need to speak to her so I can leave them to her, if you approve. Is she home?"

Mr. Simmons o-so-friendly smile disappeared and Buffy felt a sudden urge to leave as his cold eyes which were scanning her and Spike.

"What about?"

"The training, I need to tell her a few things till next time," Spike said, keeping a calm voice.

Mr. Simmons glanced at Buffy. "And who’s that?"

"A friend," Spike quickly covered. "Buffy Summers. I don’t want to rush things but we need to be off pretty soon so if Lily’s home then I’d like to speak with her. It won’t take long."

"She’s not-"

"Spike?"

The three grown ups turned their eyes to the stairs where Lily was standing, wearing a big shirt and shorts with her brown her loosely hanging down her shoulders.

"Well, Lily," Mr. Simmons said and put on his friendly smile again. "If Lily is up I can’t see why she shouldn’t speak to you. Come on, Lil."

Buffy watched as Lilly slowly made her way down the stairs, pass her dad and to Buffy and Spike. The looks the two of them were sending each other didn’t go unnoticed by Buffy or Spike.

"Hi, Lily," Spike said, offering her a smile. "You forgot your shoes at the training, thought I’d bring them here."

"Thank you," Lily replied smiling. "That was very nice of you." She glanced at her dad for a few seconds and Buffy frowned at the worried look in her eyes. Lily was sure as hell really uncomfortable and considering the look in her eyes, they where pleading for Buffy and Spike to leave.

"If that’s about it then-"

"Um, not I was just gonna tell you that uh, the… The-"

"-training," Buffy filled in.

"Yeah, training, exactly," Spike continued. "That we’re meeting up tomorrow since a few people are gonna compete in a few weeks, so if you want to come you’re welcome."

Lily nodded. "Okay, I’ll come. Uh, I mean – dad, is it okay if I go tomorrow?" Lily said, turning to her dad.

"’course, sweetie," he said. "You go ahead…"

"Thank you. Okay, what time?"

"We said eleven. So…" He turned to Buffy, silently asking if they were ready to go. "What do you say Buffy, maybe we should go?"

"Probably," Buffy murmured. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Simmons and I’ll see you tomorrow Lil."

A few minutes later they were both seated in the car again.

"Okay, so something’s up," Buffy sighed. "Did you see the looks? She was scared."

"Damn well she was…"

"What about her mom? Are they divorced?" Buffy asked, massaging her temple. "I didn’t see her in there."

"I don’t know," Spike answered with a sigh. "I’ve never asked her. I can talk to Willow though, she should know. Maybe we can get her mum’s address if you’re right about that she’s not living there. You coming to practice tomorrow? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s – "

"No, of course I’ll come," Buffy interrupted, glancing at his profile. She couldn’t keep from smiling when she saw his nervous look. "Spike, about before… It’s not gonna get weird between us now, is it?"

Spike turned to face her and shook his head, attempting a smile. "No. It won’t."

"Good," Buffy nodded. "Good…"

Sighing heavily, Spike started the engine and drove away from Lily’s house, as much as it pained him that he could do nothing more to help her right now. He was sure they would though – eventually. He and Buffy. Together they’d help her.

"You mind if I get off here?" Buffy suddenly asked, making Spike to tear his eyes off the road for a few seconds.

"Here?" He questioned, glancing out through the window. "We’re almost there."

"Yeah, I know, but I kinda felt that I needed a little air you know. It’s been a chaotic day."

Spike sent her a smile. "I know what you mean. You know what – my place is nearby. I’ll park the car and walk you home. I don’t want you to walk alone in the dark."

"But – "

"Uhu", Spike interrupted, waving his finger in front of her. "You didn’t let me the first night so I took a rain check on that."

Buffy just shook her head, knowing it was pointless to fight him. In the short time she’d known Spike she’d at least gotten to know that he was extremely stubborn pretty much like herself, but not in this matter. She was actually kinda happy not to walk by her own home.

"All right", she replied, leaning back in the seat as Spike continued their drive towards his house.
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Okay, maybe walking was a stupid idea considering she wore a thin t-shirt and shorts and it was freakin’ cold outside. She hugged her arms around herself to keep the warmth in her body. Spike noticed her trembling and shaking and stopped to take off his leather duster.

"Here." He slowly put it around her shoulders and gave her a soft smile. "Can’t have you catching a cold."

"Thank you", Buffy said, unconsciously smelling the coat. It smelled like leather, cigarettes and something uniquely like Spike. "William", she added with a grin and he shot her a warning sight while they made their way through town, passing the alley of a bar towards Buffy’s place.

"If you ever use that name again I swear you won’t live long," he replied, trying to keep the danger in his voice but failed miserably when he saw her whole face lit up in a beautiful smile that made his stomach do little flip flops. God dammit, she had his stomach do flip flops! Him, Spike!

"Why do you hate it so much? I like it. It’s cute."

"It’s bloody well not cute, luv."

"I’ll let you know that you’re totally oblivious to how you and cute matches", Buffy informed him and felt her cheeks heat up when she saw his genuine smile as he shook his head in denial.

"You’re a screwed up little – " His words were cut off as a couple stumbled out of the bar, frantically kissing as the man pushed the woman against the wall, pulling at each others clothes.

"- bint…"

When the woman heard the words spoken from Spike she tore away from the man and pushed him away enough to let her see the blonde duo standing in front of them as the light from a streetlamp illuminated the woman. Suddenly her whole face lit up into a grin as she kept holding on to the man, stroking his arm.

Wait, she looks familiar, who is…

"Drusilla," Spike mumbled.

"My Spike, the pixies told me we’d meet tonight," she told him with a slurry voice. "Not here though. Oh, you haven’t met my friend Lindsey."

Buffy watched from her place beside Spike as the man turned around and gave her a wicked grin that made Buffy cringe. The alcohol seemed to fill the air and it was sure making her nervous. Full of her thoughts, she didn’t notice that Lindsey made an attempt to step towards Buffy.

"This is sunshine?" He asked as he reached his hand out to her. "She sure looks more like an innocent little-"

Spike acted quickly. He grabbed Buffy’s arm, pulled her back a few step so that she was standing behind him. With powerful steps he faced Lindsey who actually had a little scared look behind that drunken face.

"Stay the bloody hell away from her," turning to Dru, he added, "that goes for the both of you. C’mon Buffy, let’s get you home."

Once again he took a hold on Buffy’s arm and pulled her away from the alley with no resistance, she was pretty glad that she didn’t had to stay around the couple.

When Spike didn’t say anything, Buffy began to worry. With a frown she turned to him and he let go of her arm.

"Are you all right?" She asked softly and finally he faced her, smiling at her, though not a genuine smile. He seemed to be full in his thoughts.

"Yeah, I’m fine"; he said. "I’m okay."

And he was surprised that it was true – he had felt no jealousy towards Drusilla, not the slightest. The only thing he felt was worry for Buffy who might had been in danger when Lindsey had met Buffy.

He actually was okay.





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