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Chapter 12


Around midnight, Spike tucked Buffy into the bed in his hotel room.
Buffy had talked to Joyce for a few minutes, and it was decided that she
would go pick up Caitlyn while Spike took Buffy to rest in the hotel. Nobody
wanted the little girl to see her mother in such a terrible condition. Spike
had called Gunn, who, surprisingly, was watching a movie with Fred and the
two little girls and let him know what was going on. He found out Buffy
had called Fred and told her about the arrangement, so Fred, being the
sweet individual that she was, had walked outside and promptly introduced
herself to him. The two hit it off and had been enjoying the two girls
re-enact “The Little Mermaid” as it was playing on the VCR.

“I’ll check on you soon, luv,“ Spike said as he stared at the blonde
woman in his bed and tenderly kissed her forehead before turning and heading
to the living room of the suite. Spike looked up a few minutes later at the
soft knock on the door. Checking the peephole before opening, he greeted
Gunn, standing on the other side.

“You done for the night?” Spike asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Nah, just stopped by for a change of clothes, wanted to check on her.
How is she?”

“She’s dealing. Did you meet Joyce?”

“Yeah, nice lady. Told me I’m not allowed to sleep in the car. She’s got
the couch all made up for me. These are some hospitable people in this
town.”

Spike smiled. “I’ll say. Especially since you hit it off with the daycare teacher.”

“Yeah, I guess any friend of Buffy’s friend is their friend.” Both men
stopped to think about what Gunn said before each shrugged.

“Gunn, can you do me a favor and stay with her for a while?”

“Sure thing, I’ll see-“

Spike looked at Gunn, confused at his abrupt stop, before he heard a soft
voice. “Spike?”

Whirling around, he saw Buffy standing in the doorway, her blue satin
pajamas barely protecting her from the drafty room. She stood hugging her arms
to her chest and staring at the two men by the front door.

“You shouldn’t be up, pet,” he said, walking toward her.

“I heard voices. Not in the weird way, though. I heard you talking to
someone.”

Spike smiled. For a moment, the Buffy he’d first met had emerged.

“Sorry about that,” Gunn said. “Didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted
to check and see how you were doing.”

Buffy looked at him puzzled for a moment before turning her gaze on Spike.

“Oh, sorry. Buffy, this is Charles Gunn.”

Understanding dawned on her as she stepped forward, offering her hand.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“That’s alright,” he replied, shaking her hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of
more help to you.”

“You’re making sure my baby is safe. You couldn’t possibly be doing
anything more important than that.”

“Speaking of that, luv, Gunn is going to stay with you for a little bit.”

Buffy looked at Spike in confusion. “Where are you going?”

“Just have to run out for a few minutes, pet. I’ll be back before you know
it,” he said. With a quick kiss to her forehead, Spike grabbed his coat.
“You’re in safe hands, Buffy.”

Buffy nodded, hugging her arms around her frail body as she watched him go.

“If you don’t feel comfortable, I can wait outside,” Gunn said, looking
uneasy.

Buffy gave him a reassuring smile and shook her head. “That’s really not
necessary. Spike trusts you, so there’s no reason I shouldn’t. I am kind of
tired, though. I’m gonna head back to bed. Feel free to watch TV or
something.”

“Okay,” Gunn said with a nod and a friendly smile. “I’ll be quiet.”

Buffy smiled and headed back to the bedroom, gently shutting the door behind
her.

* * * * *

Spike leaned against the wall in an observation room of the Sunnydale police
station, watching for the door to open. It was amazing the things that
could be accomplished when you threw money at the right people. Spike
watched as the door swung open, and two uniformed officers tossed in a
hand-cuffed offender.

“Riley Finn,” Spike said with deadly intent in his voice.

Riley glared at the man in front of him. “What the hell do you want?”

“I seem to remember telling you something at our last meeting,” Spike said,
pushing away from the wall. “And that was for you to stay the hell away
from my girls. And guess what?” he asked, standing toe to toe with the
larger man. “You didn’t listen.”

The last word was barely out of Spike’s mouth as he let his fist fly,
connecting solidly with Finn’s nose. Not being able to properly defend
himself, Riley tried to fend off the attack, but Spike continued pummeling
him. As Spike’s punches began to diminish, his knee came up to firmly
connect with Riley’s groin. Spike watched with a satisfied look as Riley
groaned, clutching himself as he slid to the floor.

Spike stepped away from the injured man as he lit a cigarette. Staring up
at the ceiling for a few moments, Spike fixed his gaze on the bleeding man
on the floor. Crouching down on one knee, Spike leaned close to him.

“Now, you pillock,” he whispered in a menacing voice. “There would be
nothing that would give me more pleasure on this earth than for you to know
exactly how you made her feel. Unfortunately, I can’t, but rest assured,
you’ll find a nice boyfriend in prison who will remind you daily of what you
did to be there.”

Spike dropped the lit cigarette on top of Riley as he strolled to the door.
“Don’t mess with me and mine again, Finn. You’ll regret it.”

Spike noticed the smiles of the officers working as he left the station. He
knew that, had any of them been in his place, any one of them would have
gladly shown Finn what it feels like to be a victim. As the night air hit
his face, Spike made his way back to the hotel.


A/N Most of this chapter, originally, didn't exist. It was added for the people who wanted a confrontation. Hope you liked it!





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