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Chapter 15


Buffy walked down the stairs the next day, trying to keep the bright smile
from appearing on her lips. She knew that it may as well have been written
on her face what happened last night, but she didn’t have to let everyone
know. After all, she was facing a potential apocalypse or her impending
doom. Either way, she had no reason to be smiling. No reason, that is,
until she thought of the blonde menace who was still sleeping upstairs.

“Hey, Buff!” Cordelia called from across the lobby. “Great news. I
explained everything to Willow, who was very confused, by the way, and she’s
rallying the troops.”

“So they’re coming?”

“In about a week. She was going to call Giles after we hung up. She said
we’d be in touch later. Oh, and I didn’t call Dawn…I figured you’d want to
handle that one. Or let Spike tell her.”

“Yeah,” Buffy murmured.

“Angel wanted to see you, whenever you get a minute,” Cordy continued,
walking back to the reception area. “He’s in his office.”

A minute later, Buffy apprehensively knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

Buffy slowly walked in, quietly closing the door behind her. “You wanted to
see me,” she said, looking at the man who she had once loved more than
anything in this world. Now, those feelings were just a distant memory,
almost a dream.

“Yeah, Buffy…look, I know this is none of my business, but I was…I was
wondering about you and Spike.”

Buffy took a deep breath, feeling her heart pound a little faster at the
mention of his name. “I love him, Angel,” she blurted out, figuring the
truth was always better than dancing around the subject.

“You…”

“I love him. Buffy…Elizabeth, whoever you want to call me- every one of my
personalities has fallen for him,” she said with a smile.

Angel raised both eyebrows. “You’re not schizophrenic, Buffy.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “It was a joke, Angel. I don’t actually believe
that I have more than one person living in here,” she replied, gesturing to
herself.

“Okay.”

“And…you have Cordelia,” Buffy continued. “You two are happy together.”

“We are,” Angel agreed with a nod.

“Anyway, I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

“You know you can.”

“I need to get back in shape. I need to at least try to be the Slayer again,
and to do that, I’m going to need your help.”

“What do you need?” Angel asked in concern.

“I want to train with you…not just you. Spike, Gunn, maybe Connor. I just
need to go against the odds on my own terms first, and I’d rather do that
in controlled circumstances.”

“When do you want to work?”

“Whenever we can.”

* * * * *

An hour later, Buffy was dragging Spike down the stairs as he was grumbling
under his breath.

“Do you mean you don’t want to help me?” Buffy asked, turning around to face
him with a pout.

Spike leaned forward, capturing her lips with his and running his tongue
over her bottom lip before pulling back to look at her. “I will do anything
to help you, luv. I just don’t see why it had to be now when we could be
spending some quality time together,” Spike finished, raising his scarred
eyebrow suggestively as his tongue traced over his teeth.

“Stop it,” Buffy scolded with a smile. “We’ll have plenty of ‘quality time’
later,” she promised.

Buffy led him to the training room, smiling at the three men that were
waiting on them. “Thank you, so much, you guys!”

“Not a problem,” Gunn said, finishing his stretches. Wesley stood with
Cordelia and Fred off to the side, looking as if he was taking notes.

“So, how are we going to start?” Connor asked, sulking slightly at the
closeness between the two blondes.

“You mean you don’t know?” Spike asked with a smirk before charging at
Buffy.

She easily anticipated his move as she rolled out of the way, only to be
encountered with Gunn’s fist, which she narrowly dodged. Angel was able to
grab her around the waist, but his victory didn’t last long as Buffy spun
away, using his arms for leverage as she flipped him onto the mat.

Connor didn’t take long jumping in, but Buffy quickly swept her leg under
his, knocking him off his feet as well.

After fifteen minutes, Buffy was slightly winded as Connor and Gunn panted
heavily.

”Okay,” Buffy said, catching her breath. “Enough sparring. I think it’s
time to go full-force with these two,” she finished, gesturing to Angel and
Spike, who both nodded.

Connor and Gunn gratefully took a break as they walked over to join their
friends. Buffy never even had to say anything before Spike and Angel
attacked simultaneously. She dodged a couple of blows, cringing when a fist
hit her ribs, before spinning around, landing a solid kick to Angel’s
midsection.

Spike was able to grab her around the waist, bringing her down to the mat,
before pinning his arms above her head and flashing his fangs at her. “You
gotta do better than that, luv,” he said softly, smiling when Buffy clenched
her jaw and bucked him off.

Springing to her feet, the three traded blows before Buffy finally got the
upper hand again. Holding up her hand, she signaled the need for a breather
as she dropped onto the mat, smiling when Spike came to sit behind her,
pulling her into his lap and nuzzling her neck.

Connor and Angel both watched the display with separate expressions. Angel
seemed to be more accepting as he walked over to put his arm around
Cordelia, while Connor’s was pure jealousy.

“You’ll be ready in no time, luv,” he whispered against the swollen bite
mark, sending tingles down her spine.

“You think so?” she asked, leaning her head back onto his chest and closing
her eyes.

“I know it.”

”Good,” Buffy replied. “Because there’s something I have to do before the
next Big Bad comes hunting for me.”





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