"Something wrong at the Mission?" Buffy asked.
"No, but we gotta go. I'll explain on the way," he motioned to the waitress.
"Yeah, yeah,” the peppy waitress said, "...know the drill. Puppy box coming up." He slid the credit card on to the tray and flashed an obviously forced smile as she loaded it with their plates.
He lifted his glass but found it empty. Spying hers, he reached across and helped himself to a hefty draught of it making a face at the sweetness of the amaretto.
“Hey,” she said wondering what it was that was making him all bad moody, “…I'm not the one driving, so don’t be getting yourself all…influenced.
"One drink, vampire constitution, I'm fine," he snapped, sliding out of the booth. “Let’s go.”
Rhonda packed up their meals and even salvaged the rest of the appetizers which she handed to Buffy in a styrofoam container on their way out the door.
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“Is this something Slayer-y or can I eat now?” Buffy asked after fastening her seatbelt. “I mean, what could possibly be so important to merit a page at 11:22 on a Friday night.”
“Have at it, Love,” he said, searching the CD pocket on the visor, obviously looking for something. “…and not exactly gonna put in for the day turn, don’t fancy turning into a big pile of dust cause it's a nice day in Northridge, Pet.”
He flipped down the visor and all the papers from earlier, his and hers, scattered.
“This what you’re looking’ for?” Buffy asked, wiping sauce from the food container it had landed in off of it. Another badge, she strained to look at it under the Saab’s dim courtesy light. William P. Hartleigh, State of California, Dept. of Human Services, Certified Crisis Counselor, she stared at it in the dim light, not quite believing her eyes.
“You’re a fucking rape councilor?” She blurted out, not knowing if it was the fact that surprised her more or her reaction to it.
“S-sometimes,” was all he could manage without an awkwardly long pause. “There’s more to it than that,” he said fumbling with the pile of paper that had suddenly acquired a life of its own.
“Over compensating a little aren't we?”
“No, yeah…no, maybe…I dunno… didn't want to go there yet,” he mumbled under his breath still trying to collect the rental paperwork that now cluttered the floor of the driver’s side, succeeding only in having the bulk of it slip beneath the pedals.
“Hand me the torch, would you,” he asked, “…it’s in the glove compartment.”
She opened it and began rummaging through its contents.
“Buffy,” he began after a long breath “…I can’t say as I don’t know why…I know why, can give you a thousand reasons why…
“Thought you didn’t want to go there,” she fairly snapped at him. She knew the why…figured that out long time ago, sometime between the time you ran out of the bathroom and Xander came in. But she still couldn’t help the scowl she was now giving him.
“Can I please finish before you give me the face?” He said calmly. “That’s really cheating you know.”
She gave a shrug and an eye roll and returned to searching the glove compartment intently. Don’t really wanna go there either, she thought.
“What I still don’t know is,” he went on, “really…why I didn’t.”
“Oh, what, you wish you had raped me?” She asked angrily.
“No, that’s not what I…” he sighed and shook his head, discouraged. “And no, it’s not overcompensating, getting the…” Just stop talking now, Spike, you’re in deep enough as it is.
Finally finding the flashlight, she hands it to him; their fingertips touching briefly as they had many years ago and the memories came pouring as if only moments had passed since.
You were going to use a spell on me…it wasn't for you…I wanted something… anything to make these feelings stop…I just wanted it to stop …I have feelings for you…I do…but it's not love…I could never trust you enough for it to be love…I know you felt it ... when I was inside you...gonna make you feel it…ask me again why I could never love you...Buffy, my God, I…because I stopped you...something I should have done a long time ago.
Words, memories came flooding in, loose-ing a hoard of personal demons she’d thought she’d slain long ago.
He’d felt them too; but for him, they were all too familiar, demons he lived with every day.
“Look I …”
“No,” she stopped him, “…you were right … let’s just not go there…yet, okay. Neither one of us is ready for it. “After a few calming breathes she added “…besides, Slayer here.” She stared out the window as he started the car and pulled out.
Uneasy silence was a demon she had grown accustomed to over the years from her friends, her family, herself, and now it was here in the car threatening to choke them. She had to say something soon or she knew the demon was gonna win.
“I just don’t get it,” she said calmly…trying, really trying here.
“Had to earn my keep…what you think the monks just let me stay there out of the goodness of their hearts”… God! Could you have said anything lamer than that, Willie-boy, they run a Bloody mission for God’s, sake. “They put me to work.”
“So you’re Mister Social Worker Vampire now?”
“It sure as hell wasn’t my idea, I mean it’s what they do…well, on top of the demons and such…” he trailed off. ”County of Los Angeles had a lot to do with it too.”
She crinkled her face in curiosity.
“The handcuffs,” he referred back to their small talk earlier over dinner, which now seemed like days ago to her, ”… Sebastian got me out and got me off with community service.”
“To be served at the Mission,” she said, “…convenient.” She wished she'd asked Rhonda for a plastic cup for the drink before they left the restaurant, she could so use it right about now.
“Just saying… I pay my debts. Can’t say as I fancied changing beds and doing laundry for the rest of my un-life, and gets Bloody boring just manning the desk, anything else…”
“Requires a degree in social services; behavioral science.” William the Bloody… Scourge of Europe…slayer of Slayers… “They sent you to school.”
“More like sent school to me, on-line, great for the sunlight impaired.
Had to intern to get all the credits, never took m'self off the list, I guess. Besides, after tonight didn't think you'd bitch so much about something I actually get paid for.”
“You seem to work enough at the Mission.”
“Don’t actually get paid for that. I mean, there’s a stipend, not much, goes right back to the coffers, Love.”
Saint Spike…can I heave now? “Guess if it pays the parking tickets.”
“That it does,” he conceded, “…that and data processing, paper work for the state.” Even he was embarrassed at that.
She let out a “K-heh” and tried to stifle a laugh.
“You laughing at me?” he asked. “You are laughing at me.”
“No!” She said adamantly, trying so hard not to let the sheer hilarity of it show and nearly dumping the forgotten food container all over the floor and dashboard in the process.
“Worse'n wearing a dozy cow-hen on your head.” He murmured.
“Wha…”
“Nothin’.”
It all made sense so, maybe she could deal. The Big Bad gets any more goody-goody and I don’t think I can stand it!
“If that’s how you get your money now, guess it beats the hell out of kitten poker.”
“Still play,” he said, “…and the regular kind too and this is part-time only three or four nights a month, when nobody else is available, not like its every day.”
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At least he gets a good parking space…Buffy thought as they pulled into the emergency room parking lot. She was more or less numb from the day’s events. I’m about to get out of this car and do what, wait in some hospital waiting room while he…wow, too much, too much to grasp right now…need a demon to slay…plenty of demons here, just none I can deal with. Do I really want this…? She looks at the man in the driver’s seat about to get out of the car and knows the answer. Yeah…I do… the heat of the day had not dissipated, she was hot and sticky and very bothered in more ways than she wanted to think about.
“You gonna stay out here,” he asked, “…gonna be a while, air conditioned inside.”
Reluctantly she got out of the car and followed him across the ambulance entranceway.
The emergency room was fuller than she had expected it to be, not that she had ever made a habit of noticing emergency room occupancy before…hell, it was always my emergency when I was in Sunnydale Memorial’s: either me or potentials or Dawn or Tara or Mom…had it go there, didn’t I… and same in Europe… at least they have music here.
She grabbed a rumpled two year old copy of Cosmopolitan off the nearest end table and looked around for a seat; the only unoccupied one was between the sticky over-active toddler and his very…very… pregnant mother and the old guy with the oozy toe.
The loud speaker crackled faintly … Doctor Randal to recovery room six stat…then resumed its music …want your leather studded kiss in the sand… Gaga!…God, does it have to be that one… she thought as the toddler smeared spit covered lollipop over the empty seat she had been eying…want your bad, bad…
Spike finished talking with the triage nurse on duty and looked over to her standing there, then to the overcrowded, rather germy looking waiting room and cocked his head for her to follow him through the triage doors.
Ooh la la, watch out for romance… He held the swinging door open waiting; she took the magazine with her.
The elevator ride was silent except for the ‘rah rah’s.’
“Hello Nance,” he said to the nurse on duty at the desk.
“’Bout time, Spike,” the attractive auburn haired woman said handing him the clipboards with a smile that was absolutely salacious, “…full house; rooms one and two are ready whenever you are, three’s still in emergency, be another hour at least.”
“Three, dealin' em in spades tonight are we? Sorry, Love, you caught me out and about.”
“Friday night.”
“Nance, this is Buffy, the ER’s a bit crowded, ya mind?”
“No, got the desk to myself tonight, Roland’s off and Kelly and Kim have the floor, I could use the company.” She turned her attention to Buffy, “Buffy, was it,” she glanced to Spike for confirmation on the name; he nodded almost imperceptively, still going over the clipboards. “Hi, I’m Nancy Porter, there’s a waiting room down the hall, the light switch is on the left. No coffee though, we turn it off after visiting hours. You can stay out here if you want. I could really use the company after I get these orders in the computer and I’ve got a fresh pot on back here, just help yourself.” She nodded towards a little alcove at the end of the counter.
Spike looked up from the clipboards, “Kev’s here, again?” He asked with dismay, putting the other clipboards on the desk.
“Yeah, you missed the two times he’s been here since you last saw him.”
“Boy should just check himself in to the morgue, he keeps this up,” Spike slid the other clipboards across the desk to her. Nancy shrugged and sighed in agreement.
Buffy was pretty sure she should not be listening, patient privacy issues and all, and tried to busy herself with the outdated magazine as she sat on the bench across from the nurse’s station.
“Gonna be a long night, Pet,” he said to her, “…I can call Cisco to come get you, if you don’t want to stay?”
Buffy quickly shook her head and re-busied herself with the tattered magazine. That was your last chance out, you stupid, dumb…bint… she thought, ruffling the pages…now you’re stuck here with Florence-un-buckling-his-belt–with-her-eyes-Nightingale…besides…How to Understand Your Man, page 127…really need to read that one. Surprising herself, she actually read the article, it didn’t help, and the next one ‘Twelve Things You Can do With Your Tongue That Will Make Him Scream’; twenty minutes later she was bored nearly to tears and could think of at least six more.
“You’re the one, aren’t you?” Florence, er, Nancy asked her.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You are his disclosure,” she said with certainty and the smuggest smile Buffy had seen since Sunnydale caved-in.
“I'm his…huh…what?”
“Never mind,” she said filling her cup from the coffee pot in the alcove, “…employee privacy, not supposed to talk about it but everybody does.”
Buffy’s look of total confusion made her chuckle sending a wisp of steam up from her cup as she sipped it.
“What do you mean?” Buffy asked her curiosity piqued.
“It’s just unusual, on the employment application,” she sipped again offering Buffy a cup, “…they ask have you ever been convicted of, suspected of, or perpetrated a crime: robbery, felony assault,” she emphasized the last, stirring her coffee intently.
Buffy decided she would have that coffee after all.
“For his job, well, you usually don’t mark yes. I mean, the convenience store knock off, sure, he wasn’t convicted, he pleaded out and it never went to trial, but in his position, even if you were Chester the Molester, you don’t disclose it on the application unless there was a record of it on file somewhere that could be reviewed, proved, and you sure as hell don’t disclose an ‘attempted’ there was never a record of, not if you actually want the job anyway. So, you’re her, you’re his disclosure, have to be with the way he looks at you.” She concluded with another sip.
“And you got this all off his application,” Buffy asked.
“No, he just talks a lot over…” she stared at the dregs in her cup, looking up; she continued”…hot chocolate actually.”
Buffy looked at her and suddenly thought of little marshmallows.
“And, come on,” Nancy said refilling her cup, “… every single female on the floor this side of dead and a few of the guys too, would kill to get that look out of him; the one he has when he looks at you.”
“So he does a lot of socializing with the staff here,” she asked fanning the hot coffee.
No, not really, maybe a little, a lot of small talk mostly. I think he really doesn’t like all the attention he gets, with the eyes…”
“And the hair,” Buffy added.
“And the accent,” Nancy went on.
“And the abs,” Buffy sighed.
“Yeah, that too,” the nurse inquired.
Buffy nodded sheepishly.
“I’m really impressed. Practically every young thing fresh out of candy stripes tries to make a play for him. He talks with a few of us more personally, he’s sort of our sexy matty mystery man; good to talk to, great as a friend, anything more and they say he’s a little… cold.
Buffy’s eyes grew large until she realized that wasn’t what she had meant. Nancy laughed at her expression and then Buffy did too.
“He's really good at what he does you know. He did me a few years ago when my ex went on the rampage; there I was all blaming myself and wanting nothing but to go back to him.”
“What exactly does he do,” she asked.
“Listens mostly, talks to them, recommends programs, and gives a preliminary evaluation to the shrinks and the cops.”
Sounds a lot like what he does at the Mission… Buffy thought.
They had a good girl talk until number three was ready to be brought up. Nancy excused herself when Roland popped in with the proverbial clipboard for her to enter into the computer. Spike popped back in as well. Buffy thought Nancy’s smile was salacious; Roland’s had redefined the word. Was he checking out Spike’s ass on his way out? Hell yes he was.
“Good to see you two getting on,” he said a bit surprised at the fact and looking really tired. He opened the cabinet under the coffee alcove and asked, “Nance, you got any…”
“No, all out, it’s on the list, “she said apologetically, “… coffee’s good though.”
“Thanks, Love,” he grabbed a cup off the stack and poured a cup. Taking a sip, he asked Buffy, “ you okay, Pet, still got two to go, not too late to call for a ride?”
“No, I’m good.”
He swapped clipboards and headed back to work.
Buffy and Nancy talked again after the data was entered, then Buffy headed to the darkened waiting room to curl up for a quick nap.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
A/N: First, I want to thank those of you who have left reviews up to this point, and apologize for being late in responding to them this past week-the replies should be there shortly after I post this. Reviews do feed the Muse.
Second, thanks to you all for being patient, I had intended to post the remainder of Chapter One in this posting, as it turns out you are getting less than half of the remainder of the chapter (and don’t worry, there are at least three more chapters coming after this, with more intrigue, some action, a bit of mystery and the promised Spuffiness,) these sections have been the stickiest so far for me to write, they have been re-written more times than I can count. I hope I got them right this time-please let me know in your reviews.
Third, I feel a little obligated to add an additional warning to this section, Buffy and Spike are going to ‘go there’, meaning they are going to discuss the attempted rape from the bathroom scenes back in season six, not graphic and only briefly, but as I also warned my readers at another site where this story is posted- if I wrote it right it is going to bring back a lot of memories, if I succeeded in capturing this well, please let me know, if not, I still want to know how I could have done it better, so again please give your feedback on this.
Thank you all for sticking with the story so far and please keep reading, more is to come.
Second, thanks to you all for being patient, I had intended to post the remainder of Chapter One in this posting, as it turns out you are getting less than half of the remainder of the chapter (and don’t worry, there are at least three more chapters coming after this, with more intrigue, some action, a bit of mystery and the promised Spuffiness,) these sections have been the stickiest so far for me to write, they have been re-written more times than I can count. I hope I got them right this time-please let me know in your reviews.
Third, I feel a little obligated to add an additional warning to this section, Buffy and Spike are going to ‘go there’, meaning they are going to discuss the attempted rape from the bathroom scenes back in season six, not graphic and only briefly, but as I also warned my readers at another site where this story is posted- if I wrote it right it is going to bring back a lot of memories, if I succeeded in capturing this well, please let me know, if not, I still want to know how I could have done it better, so again please give your feedback on this.
Thank you all for sticking with the story so far and please keep reading, more is to come.
Chapter End Notes:
A/N: I am not unusual in being a fan of Lady Gaga, even though I am more from the Madonna/Lucky Star era, and I could not resist using some of her fabulous lyrics- these were of course from Bad Romance and no copyright infringment is intended. You Rock, Lavender Blonde!, You Rock!