Chapter 3
He awoke the next morning with the worlds biggest hangover. How much had he had to drink?
His memories of the previous night and the way he’d treated Buffy came tumbling back just as
he was sitting up. Those compared with the sudden movement had him running for the
bathroom and emptying his stomach of all its contents.
*Ugh, this must be how she felt night before last. Then I went on and treated her like shit. I
really fucked up. Good going Will, come back to save the girl and you only make it worse. Only
one thing you can do now mate*
He washed up in the sink, sat down, wrote Buffy a note and was out the door before she had a
chance to wake up and see him.
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The house was empty. She had walked through twice and found no signs of Will. Now
Buffy let out a sigh and sank down onto the couch. She saw his note on the coffee table and
began to read:
Buffy,
I came to help. I didn’t want you to do this alone. You don’t deserve this. God knows I’ve
put you through enough shit for a lifetime. I’m sorry, I thought I had it under control. Clearly I
don’t.
I’m sorry Buffy.
-William
Now she was crying again. God, what this man did to her. He put her through hell and back and
still she begged for more. William, or rather, Spike was an alcoholic. She’d found his drinking
sexy when they’d first met 10 years ago. Two years into the relationship taught her otherwise.
As soon as they hit tumultuous waters Spike’s drinking went from occasionally passing out on
the couch to the cops bringing him home from the bars. She’d stuck with him though, she loved
him and was sure that was enough to help him through his problems. That was until the day
she walked in on him and Drusilla in their bed. She’d left him then, without looking back. She
ignored his phone calls and his pleas for forgiveness. She’d even ignored him when he’d joined
Alcoholics Anonymous and bought a house. He got the point after while and stopped calling
her. He still showed up at all of her hangouts but he always stayed in the background and never
spoke to her. It was as if he was just observing her.
Until she was diagnosed, that’s when she’d decided to disappear. She’d watched Spike,
or rather William as he liked to be called now get his life back together and so she left so that
she could fall apart and not worry that he might too if he saw her. She still had no idea how
he’d found her or how he’d know about the cancer.
Now he was gone again and she sat on her couch sobbing for the hundredth time in two
days.
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Xander Harris made his way toward the incessant knocking that was being directed at his fron
t door.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Cool your jets.”
He opened the door to find a very disheveled looking William on the other side.
“I need a drink Xand,” Will told his best friend
“Sorry man, you know you’re not going to get it here”
Xander answered feeling a little anger at his friend for clearly having fallen off the wagon and
expecting him to help him stay off.
“I know that. It’s why I’m here and not at the bar”
Feeling relieved Xander moved to the side and gestured for his friend to come in.
“You look like shit Will. What happened?”
“Buffy. Buffy happened. We had a fight.”
“What? Wait, Buffy? How the hell did you find her? Where is she, how is she?”
Xander hadn’t heard from his childhood friend in months. She’d disappeared leaving everyone
to think she’d had enough of Will and had left to get a new start, baggage free. In a way he
understood her reasons. Will had been an ass to her, but Xander was also angry. Will had
changed, turned his life around. Sure, he’d hurt her but he’d also apologized- repeatedly. What
kind of person disappeared without saying goodbye to her nearest and dearest?
“She’s in Maine. She rented a house. She’s uh, going through some stuff. Needed some
time alone.”
William explained as best he could knowing she’d hate him even more if he told the truth.
She’d gone to Maine to die. She was dying up there and he’d done nothing but fuck it up more.
“I went there to help, so she wouldn’t have to be alone. I ended up getting drunk and
fucking things up even more.”
“But you were doing so well, and for so long man. What is it about Buffy?” His friend
asked.
“It wasn’t her. It was me. That’s why I’m here. I need to fix this.”
“Listen Spike, we’ve been over this. I’m here to support you but I can’t keep you sober.
Go to a meeting, call your sponsor.”
“I am and I will” William assured Xander “It’s just, can I crash here man? I don’t trust
myself alone.”
“Of course you can William. You know we’re here for you.” A voice from behind Xander
said.
“Anya! Wow, I’m so sorry, I thought you were still in Brazil.” William apologized to his
best friends girlfriend
“It’s ok. Come in, you can sleep on the couch. Don’t worry there’s no alcohol in the
house. Come on.”
William was greatful to Anya. To this day he still didn’t understand how Xander had
landed the girl. Xander was a geek, a self-admitted nerd. Tall, pale,dark hair
and obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons. Anya had dark hair (this week), was curvy
and sexy as they come she was a part time model. She wasn’t as hot as Buffy but too hot
for Xander that was for sure.
He followed Anya into the living room and watched her get pillows and a blanket ready
for him all the while thinking of the first time he’d met Buffy.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Some questions have come up and so I wanted to clarify, this is an AU All Human Spuffy Fic. Buffy and Spike have a history and I will be getting into it in the coming chapters. Thanks so much for your reviews! Please let me know if certain parts of the fic are confusing.