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Title: My Boyfriend's Back
Author: Pattyanne
Summary: Buffy is in her second year of
college. Angel is gone for good. Spike returned
from South America and claimed Buffy. No
Initiative, no chip, no Riley!


AN: I should probably tell you now, Spike is
very possessive and 'in charge' in this
story. Buffy is not the bitch on wheels she
was. I wrote her to be a little more submissive
to the 'Big Bad'. I just felt like it. Some people have
complained about that in the past, so keep it in
mind if you decide to read it.




Part One...


Willow glanced up with her best "May I help you?"
smile firmly in place when the front door of the
Magic Box swung open.

When she saw who had come in, her smile began
to fade. She couldn't have been, or looked, more
surprised if the Queen of England had walked in
and asked for directions.

"Well, look who's here," Spike said, producing his
most charming smile. "My favorite little witch."

He strolled casually across the room, with his hands
tucked into the front pockets of his trousers. "How've
you been, luv?"

Willow attempted to return his smile. "I've been good,"
she said, striving for the same nonchalance that he
displayed so effortlessly. "Thanks for asking."

As surprised as she was to see him, she couldn't
help being intensely aware of the fact that he looked
fantastic. Although his basic appearance hadn't
changed, and never would, he still looked different.

He had the same platinum blonde hair, sculpted
features, and penetrating dark blue eyes, but he
seemed to have gotten over his love affair with the
color black.

**Well, there's some black, but at least he's
not covered from head to toe in it..**

His trousers were beige brushed suede, and clung
attractively to his well formed thighs. A cream
colored turtleneck lay beneath a silk shirt almost
the same color as his eyes. It was buttoned
halfway up, with the ends tucked neatly into his
pants.

His coat, the black duster that defined him so
well, was new. The same basic style, but
fashioned of buttery soft suede.

He looked, Willow decided frankly, devastating.

Casting around in her mind for something to break
the silence, she fell back on inane small talk. "So,
where...HOW have you been?"

Spike smiled, watching her play nervously with
a lock of her hair. "To answer your first question,"
he replied, crossing the room to the counter she
was standing behind and sitting on it, "I've been
all over the world. As to your second question, I've
been quite well, thanks."

"Oh! Well...good. That's good. Could I ask another
question?" she ventured timidly.

"Why not?" he said indulgently. "I'm feeling generous
tonight."

Willow wiped her sweaty palms on the front of her
skirt. "Okay, don't take this the wrong way, but
why are you here? I mean," she clarified quickly,
"why are you in Sunnydale, not...you know...why
are you in the Magic Box?"

Spike leveled his perceptive gaze on her, narrowing
his eyes. If his intent had been to unnerve her, he
succeeded beautifully.

"Not that you have to have a reason or anything. I
mean, it's a free country...for YOU too." She
cringed inwardly, knowing that she was babbling
like an idiot, but unable to stop herself. "And anyway,
it's not like you have to tell ME the reason you're
here, because like I said...country...free."

Finally running out of steam, she took a deep breath.

Fortunately, her demeanor seemed to amuse
him. "Relax, Red," he said soothingly. 'I'm not
here to do you any harm, I promise." He chuckled.
"No bottles in your face or teeth in your neck."

Willow forced out a weak laugh. "That's...good
to know," she stammered. "So, um...you're just
passing through?"

"Not exactly," Spike said, shaking his head. "Now
enough of the pleasantries. Where's Buffy?" he
asked directly.

Willow felt her stomach tighten. "Why?"

He laughed again. "So protective," he commented.
"Don't fret, luv. Goldielocks is perfectly safe from
the big bad wolf."

"Again...good to know." She swallowed hard. "But
I'm really not sure where she is tonight," she added.

Spike looked at her for a nerverackingly long mo-
ment. "You wouldn't lie to me...would you, luv?"

Despite the smile on his face, his tone had a hint
of a warning in it.

"No!" Willow said, a little too loudly. "I wouldn't do
that. I mean, I try to be an honest person and...and
lying is wrong, and...well, I've never been very good
at it, anyway," she admitted.

Spike met her unwavering gaze for a few more seconds.

"You know what?" he said abruptly, sliding off the
counter, "I believe you. You're probably not very good
at it."

Willow needlessly rearranged items on the counter,
neatening what was already perfectly neat to begin
with. "So...it's been nice seeing you," she said cheer-
fully, "but I was just getting ready to close up when
you got here...so...."


Spike ignored her words. "I've already been to her
house and there was no one home. She living on campus these days?"

Willow hesitated. "No...she's still living at home, but
she's...sort of out tonight."

"Hmm," he nodded. "Patrolling?"

"No." She took a step back from the counter. "Dating."

Spike frowned slightly, his eyes flashing yellow for a
brief instant. "You don't say?" he asked quietly. "And
who is she doing that with?"

"Oh, with a guy. Just a guy. Some guy."

Spike gave her a look that demanded further infor-
mation.

"A guy that...that she has a couple of classes with."

"Give me a name, luv."

She almost made up a name, then thought better of
it when she remembered her lack of skill in the
art of mendacity. "Parker...somebody. I don't know
his last name." She got another inquisitive stare. "I
really DON'T," she added defensively.

A few seconds ticked by, stretching her nerves to the
screaming point.


"All right," Spike finally said, turning to leave. "Thanks
for the help luv."

His hand was on the doorknob when Willow gathered
her nerve and spoke up.

"You don't have a right to be mad because she's
dating, you know. I mean, YOU left HER, remember?
Did you think she was gonna sit and wait forever? It's
been what...over a year since you took off?"

Spike pulled the door open. "Well, I'm here now," he
said, without looking at her. "And I WILL take back
what's mine."

He walked out the door, closing it with a loud bang.

Willow counted to ten, then reached for the phone.

TBC....


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