*sighs* Okay, I’m sorry for the last chapter but really, but I was just using Angel for Buffy to try to convince herself that she didn’t need and love Spike and I had no intention of making it this big Angel/Buffy summer in Paris romance. You’ll see in this chapter why Spike isn't going to Paris to get Buffy. And for the person who said that they might not keep reading because of the last chapter, if you're giving it another chance and this reading it now, I’m sorry! Please don’t stop reading! Karma got me back for this chapter and everything. Now my stupid ass boyfriend wants a mohawk!
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Buffy hummed happily as she entered her small apartment she was sharing with Andrew. As she threw her purse down onto the coffee table, she couldn’t help but smile at the fine work she’d done in painting the top of it as the first Star War’s movie poster for Andrew’s birthday.
The summer was over and she was in school and everything about it was mind blowing. Now, good wasn’t good enough, great wasn’t great enough. Her work now had to be amazing, awe inspiring if you will.
Okay, so yeah. Her pieces weren’t exactly awe inspiring yet but she was getting there!
One of her professors, Madame Toussaint was especially hard on her. She wanted emotion. Buffy would give her some emotion in her art. Of course then, the old hag would take the piece, look it over once and scoff before announcing to Buffy loudly, “Ce n'est pas émotion! C'est une moquerie d'émotion!” This is not emotion! This is a mockery of emotion!
But she was giving her emotion! Tons and tons of it!
What did she want? One of her sketches of S…him?
Yes, she’d had to resort to call Spike ‘him’ because honestly thoughts of him still hurt to damn much.
Sure, her little ‘relationship’ with Angel had helped some. Then again, it was rather hard calling it a relationship. They’d gotten back together and had lots and lots of unsatisfying sex. At least he bought her pretty things as though trying to buy her love back. Still, there were pretty things involved so it was all good.
“Buffy?” Andrew asked, coming out of his bedroom, “This came for you today. It’s all official looking.” He held out a white envelope with international postage.
Buffy gave him a look before taking the envelope and plopping down onto the couch, ripping it open with little grace.
The world stopped for just a second.
Milly, her Milly, had passed away.
“Buffy?” Andrew asked carefully.
Before he knew what happened, Buffy had jumped up from the couch and had him in a crushing hug, “Oh Andrew! She can’t be dead!”
“Who?! Who’s dead?!”
“Milly,” Buffy sniffed, letting him go and turning away. She had tears in her eyes now, “God, she helped me through everything back in Sunnydale and I just left and maybe if I hadn't left…”
“Buffy, this isn't your fault,” Andrew replied softly.
She turned back to him and asked quietly, “How can she be dead? I know she was getting up there but she was so full of life Andrew.”
It wasn’t fair. For the little time she’d known the woman, she’d learned that she was nothing short of amazing. When she was down, Milly would help her back up. For a while, her friends aside, Milly was all she’d really had. Spike had never really been hers to begin with so he didn’t count.
Milly was supposed to have lived forever. Yes, Buffy knew that in real life people die but there was something in her that just didn’t want to accept it.
Buffy sighed sadly and sat down on the couch before she started to read the letter again.
“Ohmigod,” she looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes and stated, “She left me everything.”
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Spike wanted to die.
Harmony was going to be giving birth soon and they would be tying the knot.
Bloody hell, he missed Buffy so much it hurt on top of it all. He’d resorted to begging Faith to tell him how she was. The bitch had to tell him the truth too, that she’d met up with her ex-boyfriend and they’d gotten back together.
After that he tried to tell himself that he hated her and that underneath it all, he really loved Harmony. That was a load of shit for sure.
He just wanted her back but he knew that she wasn’t coming back. She was off in Paris going to art school and shagging a poofer named Angel.
He’d gotten accepted into college in Sunnydale but he’d have to give it up soon. He’d have to go find a job to support Harmony and the baby and probably have to drop out of school.
He’d gone a fucked up his life good.
To think, if he’d only dumped Harm on her ass when he’d first intended to…
There was a knock on the door, bring him back from his thoughts.
“Come in!” he called to the person on the other side.
His door opened and his mother entered.
“Hey,” she smiled at him warmly, “I wanted to talk to you.”
He sat up slightly and nodded, “What about?”
“I’ve been avoiding this for six months,” Jenny took a deep breath and looked at him, “Are you aware of the fact that your girlfriend is pregnant and you're getting married?”
He blinked back at her in return.
“You're too young William,” she sighed, shaking her head sadly. She looked at him in the eyes, “And you're not in love with Harmony either.”
He was about to open his mouth and deny but she cut him off again, “Don’t lie to me young man.” She paused before saying, “I knew about Buffy, William. I found a rather personal letter when I was cleaning…”
“And you just read it?!” Spike couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anger. Anything involving Buffy brought on a bitter twinge of anger really.
“Well…yes but I’m not proud of it,” she looked away before looking back and asking, “You really cared for her didn’t you?”
“I loved her,” he shrugged, almost miserably, “Still do but the last I heard, the bloody bitch is in Paris having the time of her life with an ex.”
“I never liked Harmony you know. You're too good for her. I mean look at you. You're going to college and you're going to have to give that all up. She’s ruined your life.” She paused again before saying, “William, I talked to Joyce and well…you do know there’s a chance that the child isn't yours? According to her, Dawn’s eavesdropping finally caught something helpful.”
Spike’s head snapped up, “Bloody hell! Are you serious?”
Jenny smiled slightly before telling him, “I’ll see if I can postpone the wedding. Harmony will give birth and then we’ll get you a DNA test. I won't let her trap you.” Her smile turned teasing, “Like I did to your father.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek and stood, smoothing down her skirt.
Spike watched her go before collapsing back into his bed, his head spinning.
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“Can I just go back to Sunnydale?!” Buffy asked in a panic, “I mean I just uped and left! Will they take me back? Oh god, what if they all give me the freeze!?” She began pacing, “But I can't not go to Milly’s funeral. I mean, she supported me through the bad times and then left me her entire fortune! I loved her way to much not to go.” Her pacing stopped for a moment when she looked at Andrew, “And I can't believe she sold the diner. What if they turn it into some…”
“Buffy, you're sounding like me,” Andrew told her with a sigh, “You can go back to Sunnydale and if anyone gives you any trouble, you’ll have your fierce and brave Andrew to stand up for you!”
Buffy gave him a tiny smile, “You’ll come back with me?”
He shrugged, “Of course. Can't pass up a chance to see the blood in which my dear Buffy was formed from, your roots.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, hugging him.
Having Andrew coming with her made her feel slightly better but she’d still have to deal with her mother and Patrick and Harmony and….
Him.
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