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Author's Chapter Notes:
Many thanks to Dawnofme and Mabel_Masters for betaing and putting up with a newbie like me.
Italics indicate thoughts,reposted after I accidently deleted rather than editied.
Nothing belongs ot me Joss owns everything..bar my own creative ideas.
Paris, 1 year after the destruction of the Circle of the Black Thorn.

Buffy gazed at the stars above, wondering if his star was up there and if hers had ever been. She'd read of a legend where when a warrior gave his life for the good, his soul became a star in the heavens. She glanced down at the streets of Paris from her vantage point in the Eiffel Tower. In the crowds below her, she caught a glimpse of bright, almost white hair.

Couldn’t be. Could it?

Buffy raced down the steps, using all of her slayer speed and hunted through the crowd, but the person with the hair was gone.

“I’m seeing things. One too many late nights.”

Buffy turned and headed back to her hotel.

*


Three days later, Spike sat in a very crowded bar, nursing his fifth pint of foreign beer, and not enjoying it.

Bloody frogs can’t even get something as simple as beer right; why in the hell did I come here anyway? Ah, I know. To remind myself that I’m Love’s Bitch. What better place than Paris: the city of love. Bloody hell! I’m a glutton for punishment.

He glanced around the dimly lit pub and was very surprised when he caught a familiar scent. He looked in the direction it was coming from, nearly spilling his beer.

Buffy!

He shot to his feet and began pushing his way across the bar, but the patrons were not moving easily.

“Out the way, you bloody frogs.”

Next thing he knew, he was set upon by the nearest men.

Nice move there, Spike. Insult them. That’ll help your cause!

He swiftly incapacitated them and then headed towards the spot where he had seen her, but she was no longer there. He rushed out the door, but he couldn’t see her or smell her.

“Bloody Hell! Either she drives now or she got a taxi. Bugger! Only one thing to do now then.”

The next night, Buffy wandered the halls of the Louvre, browsing the paintings and muttering to herself, “Uncultured? She calls me uncultured? I’ll show her. Mona Lisa? Who’s that?”

Spike enjoyed looking at art; it reminded him of his human days. He glanced at his brochure and headed towards one of the more famous paintings: The Mona Lisa. He was so busy reading the facts that he walked into a young woman, standing in front of it.

“Sorry. I didn’t see-- Buffy?”

Spike couldn’t believe his eyes. There was his Buffy, looking as beautiful as ever in a pale blue shirt and a pastel yellow skirt.

Buffy was peering at the painting, trying to see what was so special about it when someone bumped into her. She turned and nearly had a heart attack.

“Spike?! How--what--when--huh?”

For a long moment, they just stared at each other then spoke simultaneously.

“When did you come to Paris?”

“How long have you been alive?”

Spike faced the situation first. “A while, luv. Since before Andrew came to get Dana and before you got friendly with The Immortal--although I wasn’t exactly all here at first.”

“What? Why the hell didn't you let me know? Why the hell didn't Andrew let me know?””

Spike took hold of Buffy’s elbow and began to lead her out the Louvre.

“Quiet, pet. Don’t you know not to make noise in a gallery?”

Buffy replied by boxing him on the nose.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Do you know what I’ve been through? How I’ve felt? I told you I loved you and all you said to me is: I don’t. And you don’t let me know you are back. After all the promises of never leaving me, you do, then come back and not tell me!”

Spike was mildly taken back at Buffy’s outburst. There was the bitch he knew and still loved.

“I didn’t let you know at first cos as I said, I wasn’t all here, kinda non-corporeal. Then when I was brought back to living colour, we had some stuff to deal with in L.A. Then I found out about you and The Immortal and figured that you’d moved on to worse and smaller things.” He leaned against the wall. “Least that's what it looked like when I saw you in Italy.”

Spike glanced at Buffy’s face. Oops, maybe not a good thing to bring up.

Buffy was set to explode.

“You were in Italy? Rome? And you didn't come to see me? What the hell is your problem? If I had the slightest idea that you were in L.A., I would have come to see you, corporeal or not.” She took a breath to calm down. “Why, Spike? Why didn’t you come for me?”

Spike’s heart broke at the look on Buffy’s face; a look that asked the unspoken question, ‘don’t you love me anymore?’

“Because according to Andrew, you were quite happy with your new bed warmer and because I was letting you move on or bake whatever it is.”

“Bake? What do you mean? Damn him! Angel told you about the cookie thing, huh? Did you even stop to think that I just wanted to get him off my back? Get him to stop the whipped puppy routine. And when did you start to listen to him anyway? Did you lose what brains cells you had, coming back?”

Spike looked to the sky and groaned.

“Bloody hell! I’m been a right prat; almost as bad as the Whelp”

Buffy giggled. “I’d say more of one, considering he is actually quite grown up now.”

“The Whelp? Guess I have missed a lot. So you forgive me yet?”

“Hmm, not yet. After all, you haven’t even given me a hello kiss.”

Spike couldn’t believe his ears and looked at Buffy to see if she was serious. God help him! She was. He leaned over and gave her a swift kiss on the check. Buffy cocked her head to the side.

“And you think after over a year, that is gonna be good enough for me? You’re seriously insane you know that.”

Buffy pulled Spike in and gave him a long, slow kiss.

“Now that is a hello kiss. Wanna come back with me? So you can see Dawn. Who I know for a fact is gonna kick your ass. She won’t be persuaded by your good looks and charm. Least I hope not, or I’d worry there’s some weird vampire loving gene in the family.”

Spike was still dazed from Buffy’s swift move, and let her lead him away from the Louvre towards her hotel.





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