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A/N Yes I've completely skipped The Witch. Assume it all happened the way it did in the episode, I saw no reason to try and force Spike into an episode that he really didn't belong in.


As Buffy and Willow entered the Bronze, they saw Xander talking to some of the other guys from school. When he saw the girls, he came over to them and put his arms around both their shoulders.

"Babes!" he said.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.

"Work with me here," Xander said, "Blayne had the nerve to question my manliness. I'm just gonna give him a visual."

"We'll show him!" Willow said, hugging Xander.

Buffy smiled at her friend. It was really too bad that Willow's attempt at seizing the day had almost gotten her eaten by a vampire. Buffy thought that Xander and Willow would be perfect for each other. If only Xander would notice Willow, it's not like he was interested in any other girl.

Then all thoughts of Xander and Willow were driven from her mind.

"I don't believe it," she said.

"I know, and after all my conquests," Xander said.

But Buffy wasn't listening to him, instead she walked over to where she had just spotted Spike.

"Who's that?" Xander asked.

"That must be Spike. I think?" Willow responded.

"That weird guy that warned her about all the vampires?"

"That's him, I'll bet you."

"Well, he's sexy! She never said anything about him being sexy!" Xander exclaimed

"You think he's sexy?" Willow asked confused.

"He's a very attractive man! How come THAT never came up?" he said.

"Well! Look who's here!" Buffy said to Spike.

"Hey there pet," he said.

"I'd say it's nice to see you, but then we both know that's a big fib."

"I'm not here to chit chat."

"No, you'll just give me a cryptic warning about some exciting new catastrophe, and then disappear into the night. Right?"

"You're cold."

"You can take it."

He took off his leather duster, and put it around her shoulders, "I mean, you look cold."

Xander who was carefully watching the whole thing, said to Willow, "Oh, right! Give her your jacket. It's a balmy night, no one needs to be trading clothing out there!"

Buffy slipped her arms into the jacket. It smelled of smoke, leather, and liquor. She looked back at Spike. For a moment she was distracted by his arms, they were nice arms, then she realized that he had strange wound on one of them.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I didn't pay attention," he replied.

"To somebody with a big fork?"

"You need to be careful."

"Of The Fork Guy?"

"Don't let him corner you pet, or get in close. He'll rip your throat out."

"Okay, I'll give you improved marks for that one. Ripping a throat out, it's a strong visual, it's not cryptic."

For a moment she found herself just starring into his eyes. How can anyone's eyes be that blue she thought.

"I should go," he said suddenly. He was shifting about, looking uncomfortable. Then he just turned around and left.

Buffy stared after him, "Sweet dreams to you, too."

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Buffy was back in the Bronze. The She-Mantis was dead, virgins were safe, and also, she'd staked Fork Guy. She stood at the bar wearing Spikes duster, hoping he would show up. She couldn't help but smile when she looked up to see him standing there.

"I heard a rumor there was one less vampire walking about making a nuisance of himself. Nice job that," he said, leaning against the bar.

"There is. Guess I should thank you for the tip."

"Pleasure's all mine pet."

"Course, it would make things easier if I knew how to get in touch with you."

"And what would you do if you could?" he asked. There was something in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I. . . well. I don't know. Maybe you could just explain who you are."

"That's too long a story for right now, but I'll tell you why I'm here." Buffy perked up. She hadn't really thought she'd be able to get anything out of him. "You're good. I saw you, the night of the Harvest. That was good work, and Fork Guy as you call him, wasn't an easy kill either. But you're sloppy. You drop your shoulders, your kicks are all over the place and-"

She interrupted him. This was the last thing she expected him to say. "Hey, I don't see you slaying any vampires."

"You're right. But then you're stronger and faster than me. Still, I could get quiet a few hits passed you. Look, I'm not here to criticize, well, alright actually I am. But I can train you, make you better. If you think you're up to it?"

"I'm up to it. But if you think you have anything to teach me, you're wrong," who was this guy, thought Buffy. He thinks he can teach me how to slay vampires?

"My aren't we young and full of ourselves," he said, but he was smiling. He pulled a card out of his pocket. "Meet me at this address, oh, and I'd like my coat back."

God he's rude, thought Buffy. It's not like she'd intended to keep his leather coat, which looked so much better on her. She took it off and gave it to him. He put it on and she had to reappraise her opinion. Maybe it did look better on him.

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As Spike entered his flat, he threw off his coat. It smelled of her, all over. He'd have to get the thing cleaned. What had she done? Slept in it?

He was angry. Very angry. But not at Buffy. What had he been thinking giving Nikki's coat to another Slayer. It's not as if she had been about to die of cold. Hadn't he done enough to Nikki without betraying her like that?





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