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Living Things
Author: Pattyanne
Rating:NC-17

AN: I couldn't sit still for that nonsense in
'Dead Things'. Had to fix it.





She stood outside the heavy metal door of his
crypt, unsure of what to do.

Buffy had gone through this opening in as many
different moods as there were days in the year. She
had kicked it in with fury raging through her...had
opened it quietly in an unsuccessful attempt to keep
him from hearing her...and had stumbled through it
locked in the arms of a man...a being...she'd both hated
and lusted for.

This time though, she was at a loss. She'd caused
serious damage to her strange relationship with
her..**Yes, just admit it...** lover, and she wasn't
sure how to fix it, or even if it could be fixed.

"My lover," she whispered, shaking her head. Every
time she remembered how completely they had
loathed each other, despite the desire neither had
ever admitted to or acknowledged, she was shocked
all over again at the realization that he was, indeed,
her lover.

There was no denying it anymore. Spike loved her,
and had made love to her, with a passion she'd never
known before with any other man....not even Angel.

Spike's love was intense and wild, and unending. No
matter how mean she was to him, how many times she
threw that love back in his face, how often she'd screamed
at him to go away and stay away, he never did.

Oh, he'd leave her alone for a day or two, but no longer
than that. He couldn't stay away longer, and she knew
that if he did, she'd seek him out instead.

She always let him back in. She had no more resistance
against this thing than he did. Unsure as she was of her
true feelings for him, she knew one thing with crystal
clarity...she wanted him in her life and in her bed.

Sex with Spike was absolutely unbelievable. Better than
anything she'd had before.

He was a creature of lust and passion, and hunger. Throw
love into that mix, and there was no holding him back.

********************

Buffy placed her hand on the cold iron, afraid to push the
door open. Afraid of what she might find.

Five days had passed since their angry confrontation
outside the police station. She had gone there determined
to give herself over to whatever justice the authorities would
mete out as punishment for causing the death, however
unintentional, of an innocent.

Spike had done everything he could think of to stop
her. He'd begged and pleaded, he'd tried to dispose of the
evidence, and he'd attempted to physically restrain her.

When all that failed, he had stood before her and
encouraged her to take it all out on him. To do anything
she needed to do...beat him half to death if it helped. There
was nothing he wouldn't endure to keep her from walking
into that police station and confessing.

She had punched him, and kicked him, and thrown him
into a brick wall. He had taken all of it without fighting
back.

The physical pain meant little to him. Buffy knew that. But
the things she had said, the horrible, hurtful words she had
flung at him...that pain ran deep.

And he hadn't deserved it. She should have never unloaded
on him the way she had.

Because he wasn't the evil and disgusting thing she'd once
called him. He hadn't been for a very long time.

Maybe he didn't understand her need to atone but, under-
stand it or not, his motive for keeping her from it had been
his love for her. His need to have her safe with him, and to
make up for what he considered his failure at keeping her
alive all those months ago.

Buffy knew now that she hadn't been at all rational. She'd
been far too ready to accept events at their face value, and
it had been stupid behavior on her part. She SHOULD
have known that something more was going on.

She'd lived on the Hellmouth long enough to know that
things weren't always as they appeared to be.

Why then had she been so eager to rush to punish-
ment? What had she really wanted to be punished for?

For accidentally killing someone? Or for being in love with
a vampire?

For keeping secrets from her closest friends, so they
wouldn't turn their backs on her in disgust? Or for not
feeling any disgust herself, not in her heart, anyway?

For needing him? For wanting him? For....loving him?

When she'd finally found the common sense to gather
all the facts together, she'd learned that she hadn't caused
that girl's death. The coroner's report fixed the time of death
several hours earlier in the day, and her injuries hadn't been
consistent with a roll down a slight incline.

No, she'd been the victim of a cruel and morally bankrupt
man who had wanted to cover his tracks for killing her and
bring down the slayer at the same time.

Thinking about the little bastard still infuriated Buffy, and
she'd promised herself that she would find him and drag
him by the scruff of his neck to the cop she'd been about
to turn herself over to.

Spike's declaration of love had set her off that night,
and she had pounded on him until her arm was sore.
Prone on the ground, he hadn't even tried to fight back,
which had infuriated her even more.

Buffy had walked away without looking back, ignoring
him when he called her name and reached out for her.

And when she'd come back out of the police station,
he'd been gone.

********************

Spike had done what she'd ordered him to, and had
stayed away from her...a thing he'd never done before.

After five days and nights had passed, Buffy knew that
she had to make the first move in trying to rebuild what
was lost between them.

Now, standing in front of the crypt door, she was afraid
to open it, afraid to find out that he had left her behind for
good.

Just the thought of such a thing frightened her. She didn't
want to be without him. No one had ever understood
her the way he did. Spike knew what she needed and
wanted, sometimes before she even knew herself.

But what if he was just fed up with it all? How long could
she expect him to keep on taking it in the teeth before he
turned his back on her and walked away?

Her heart rate sped up dramatically. Was that why he
hadn't come by to see her? Hadn't been waiting outside
to walk her home after work?

He hadn't even been around to the house when she
wasn't home...not even to visit with Dawn. That, in itself,
was highly unusual for him, especially since he and
Dawn had grown so close while Buffy had been...away.

Steeling herself for the worst, she pushed open the
door and walked in, finding the upper level of the
crypt completely dark and deserted.

Empty......





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