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If Buffy could have, she would have taken off to the airport without him. Her pride was bruised and the last thing she wanted to do was be around the man who'd rejected her. The man who claimed to love her, rejected her.
However, Buffy was a fighter, resilient if anything else and she would not back down. No, instead she'd hold her head high. And completely ignore him. She rolled her eyes as she started to walk down the hall to the elevator, suitcase in hand. She hated how childish he made her. She was an adult dammit!

She just needed to regroup, that's all. She'd get him. If it was the last thing she did, she'd get him.

"Buffy, wait up!"

She turned to see Spike jogging down the hall to catch up with her. She felt
something inside her melt as she watched him. He looked like such a little
boy running to her at that moment. He was without the trademark black
that he used to make up his ‘image', he was without the duster she'd added
to his ‘image' and without his slicked back hair. Instead, he wore blue jeans,
a blue t shirt that brought out his eyes – she could see them from where
she stood, they were so vibrant – and his hair was springy with curls. She
had a brief image pop in her mind of waking up next to those springy curls.

If only he'd let her.

"You going to get the door? Or do you want to wait for the next one?"

Huh? She flipped her head to the elevator and immediately jutted her arm
out to catch the closing door. He helped her jar it open and in they went.

He was smirking as if he knew she had been caught up in staring at him. He knew. He had to know. God, she wanted to hit him again. ‘I hate him, I hate him, I hate him,' she kept saying to herself over and over.

"So the plan is to not talk to me then?"

"You know what; I just need a break okay? I just need to not talk to you or
have you talk to me. Just until we get back home. No, scratch that. Just
until tomorrow okay?" she told him, aggravated.

He sighed. "Listen Buffy, I know your ego's bruised right now. Join the
friggen club. Do you have any idea how you've made me feel over the
years?"

That stung for some reason. As if she didn't want to be the cause for his
bruised ego. Well, half of her did and the other, surprised half didn't.

To cover up though, she muttered, "I don't want to talk about it."

"You can't hide from it, or me. Do you plan on just sweeping it under the
rug along with everything else?" he demanded.

The doors pinged open. "As a matter of fact, yes," and she bolted out the
door.

"Buffy—"

"Hey, watch where you're going,"

She turned her head to see that Spike had knocked into someone.

"Sorry, mate."

"I'm not your mate numb nuts. Apologize."

Buffy froze at the same time Spike did. Uh-oh. His jaw started to clench.
Not good. Jaw clenching Spike meant ‘I'm gonna pummel him' Spike.

"Ah crap," she muttered and started for them.

"Excuse me?" Spike asked darkly.

"I said apologize. What? Are you British and retarded?"

Buffy's eyebrows flew off her head and her jaw dropped. What the hell was
wrong with this guy?

Spike was going to kill him; she could see it on his face as he started for the
guy. Dropping her suitcase, she ran to them. Spike stood in front of him,
staring him down. Buffy's heart was pounding in her chest. The guy was
HUGE. He'd knock Spike into next week!

"You should watch your mouth, wanker," Spike seethed.

The guy pushed him and Spike was backed up a bit. Buffy chose that
moment to step in between them.

"Why don't you just turn around and walk away?" She told the big man in
front of her.

"He your man?"

Funny you should ask.

"Yes." What Buffy? What was that?

"Then tell your man not to be so rude."

"He said ‘excuse me'. You're the one being the flaming asshole about it!"

"Shut the fuck up bitch," he said, condescendingly.

Buffy heard an inhuman roar behind her and then everything went so fast,
she didn't have time to react. The next thing she knew, she was being
pushed aside and Spike punched the huge guy right across the face.

"Don't you dare talk like that to her!" He yelled.

She watched in horror as the man fell to the side, regained balance and
lunged at Spike. Being that the guys hands were larger than Spike entire
head, she was concerned he was going to pop his head off. Without thinking,
Buffy jumped on the guys back and started kicking and hitting him.

"Buffy!" Spike shouted to her in a mixture of shock and horror.

The guys arms were flailing and he was yelling at her to get off. She felt herself being lifted off him at the same time his huge arm swung back and smacked her across the face. Her head was knocked to the side by the force of it and a second later, her nose was throbbing. Her eyes widened as she was pulled away.

Then Spike was in front of her, his face full of concern. "Buffy," he was
saying forcefully, trying to get her attention. Her focus was on the guy
talking with security, animatedly. She started to lunge after him and Spike
grabbed her around the waist, stopping her. "Nope. Sorry Champ. Not
going to be anymore fighting today. Let's get that nose looked at, it's
swellin' a bit."

"I can't believe that asshole!" She shouted. Heads were turning. Spike
grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulder. "Can you help me with the bags?" He asked one of the hotel attendants who went scrambling after their stuff.

"You're an asshole!" She yelled at the guy who had now turned and was
glaring at her. "Yeah, that's right. You! You . . . big bully! That'll teach you
to mess with me and my boyfriend!" She was carried into a room and the door swung shut behind her.

Spike slid her down to the ground.

"Can you believe him? You said ‘excu—"

He pressed a finger to her lips. "Ssshhh kitten. It's all done now."

She gazed up at him, mouth shut, and nodded.

He gently touched the side of her face and she winced. "You all right? Does
it hurt bad?"

"Stings," she murmured. "Is my nose huge?"

Smiling softly, Spike shook his head.

"Here's some ice, sir."

Grabbing the ice from the attendant, and not taking his eyes off Buffy for a
second, he pressed it gently against her cheek.

"That better my little warrior?" he murmured gently and combed his
fingers through her tangled hair.

She nodded mutely, the adrenaline starting to leave her. She faintly heard
the door swing and noted the attendant must have left. She looked up at
Spike who was watching her intently, tenderly.

"Are you hurt?" she asked him.

"Nope, not a scratch. Can't say the same for him though. Didn't expect you
to jump on his back," he chuckled.

She let out a giggle. "I didn't expect it either. I kind of wasn't thinking. Just
reacting. I saw him going for you and I was afraid he was going to kill you,"
she shuddered.

"Didn't know you cared, pet," he murmured, grazing a kiss across her
forehead.

"Well, I look at it this way. You can be a numb nuts. But you're my numb
nuts and if someone's going to be punching you, it's going to be me."

Spike laughed loudly. "Oh Kitten. My little kitten with claws. I know what
you mean. You're a bitch, but you're my bitch and if anyone is going to be
calling you that, it's gonna be me."

Buffy couldn't help but laugh, feeling the tension of the fight drain out of
her. Then her eyes widened. "Our flight! We've got to go!" She started for the door, flinging the ice pack away.

Spike grabbed her arm and brought her back to him. "No, no no. You need
that," he handed her the ice pack back.

"Spike I'm fine. I'll take the ice pack, but we have to go. I don't want to be
here anymore. I just want to go home. Please." She didn't care that she was
pleading, she just wanted to GO.

He nodded, looking a bit stung. "All right," and he started for the door.

She grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"What kitten?"

"Thank you," she told him, simply and yet earnestly.

Brushing a kiss against her lips gently he whispered, "thank you back."
And she let him. She let because . . . because she couldn't think of a good
reason not to let him at that point.

A/N: Having tons of fun with this one! LOL





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