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Buffy entered her apartment, tossed her keys on the table, and looked around. She was all alone. Not that she minded too much. She'd had an exhausting day, and she never did get to speak with Spike on the article Harmony wrote. Aside from the ‘Blondie Bear' title, it'd been a pretty dry, straightforward article. Buffy guessed she either had someone write it for her, or added on to the tidbits she knew. Basically, the article wasn't going to hurt him to have it published. Hopefully, the other interview he'd had would be a tad more colorful and exciting.

Kind of like the man himself.

She smiled to herself warily, still able to feel his arms around her, comforting her. She'd been mulling over his words all day and she alternated from being angry with him for saying those things about her mother, to feeling that he was absolutely right. She also did know that were she with Spike, he wouldn't want her to change. He loved her despite her bitchiness for some odd reason.

Pressing the new messages on her answering machine she listened to
Angel. "Hey baby. Wondering what you were up to tonight. When you get
in, give me a call."

She sighed. She wasn't going to call Angel. She just didn't have it in her to
see him. To put on the happy Buffy face and pretend that everything is
perfect and great and pretend to be the model girlfriend. Dumping her stuff
on the recliner, she laid back on the couch, her arm over her eyes. She
needed a friend. She needed Spike. The thought didn't jolt her as she
thought it would. He was, after all, the one who knew about her family life.
And he hadn't used to his advantage, hadn't pushed her for anything, hadn't
made fun of her or made some smart ass remark. He just LISTENED. And
held her. Didn't even make any comments about Buffy the Invincible
crying. In fact, he'd seen genuinely concerned. The thought that someone
knew a part of her that no one else did . . . the thought that Spike knew a
part of her that no one else did made her feel connected to him. She almost
felt as if she wanted to unload everything on him, tell him about every fear
she ever had, every desire and goal and that he'd just listen and not judge.
And she knew he wouldn't. He'd just take it all in and support her. Aside
from Willow, she didn't think anyone had ever made her feel that she
belonged like that. That she wasn't an robot, that she was a person with
real issues and feelings.

A person that could break.

She dropped her arm. Nope. No breaking. There would be no breaking
here. Strong, Buffy strong. Glancing down at the coffee table, she noticed a
copy of Spike's manuscript laying there. God, she should be checking out
where to hold a book signing, maybe have him do a reading of the book, get
him an interview with a literary magazine. She picked up the manuscript.
Well, it'd help to read it first wouldn't it? That way she could kill two birds
with one stone. She could do her job and read the book, and, she could
quench her desire to be in Spike's company by wrapping herself up in the
world he'd created.


Spike sat at the bar, absent mindedly drinking his beer and wondering how Buffy was doing. Should he call her? No. He didn't want to crowd her. He kept mulling over their afternoon together and he found himself in a constant state of amazement. She'd told him everything. HIM. The ‘boy' she swore was the bane of her existence at one time. They'd come a long way. Most of it within a weekend.

She was such an amazing woman and if it were possible to love her more,
well, then, he did. She wasn't Buffy the Invincible. She was Buffy with the
tender heart that was so afraid to have broken. She was a driven,
successful woman who needed to learn that she could have all she wanted
PLUS love. Love that would move mountains, because if she asked him; he
would move mountains, rivers and lasso stars for her.

She'd given him a gift today. She gave him a part of herself he was sure
that no one else knew and he cherished it. Cherished that she opened up to
him in that way, she'd TRUSTED him and he would NEVER do
ANYTHING to break that trust.

"Angel, stop!"

Spike froze and turned his head to the source of that voice. It wasn't
Buffy's, that was for sure. The girls voice sounded needy, for one. His eyes
bugged when he saw Angel standing in the doorway with a dark haired girl
wrapped around him like a second skin. She had her face pressed into his
neck and Spike could see that Angel was saying something to her, and she
nodded against him. Separating, Angel started for the door and the girl
lunged at him, twining her arm through his.

"Fuck," he muttered.

Now what the hell was he going to do? Two weeks ago, he would have been
flying high and ready to jump to tell Buffy he'd seen her latest with a tart
wrapped around him. Now? Not so much. While it was true that Buffy
didn't love the ponce, she still didn't deserve this! This would just send her
fleeting back into the castle she'd built around herself. She'd considered
Angel safe. God, he could see the tailspin this would send Buffy on.

He had to tell her though. Had to. How could he NOT tell her? She'd be
mad at him if she found out later on that he'd kept it from her. And why the
bloody hell was she still with him anyway? She had to know after today
that her relationship with Angel wasn't going anywhere, especially now.
He'd tell her tomorrow. Yes, he'd take her away from the office again and
tell her tomorrow.



Buffy squinted at the clock and her eyes widened. It was three am! She put
the finished manuscript down and stared at it.

Simply beautiful.

She felt even closer to him now. Wanted to call him and tell him how
amazing he was and how talented. She wanted to apologize for not devoting
even more time to his ‘case'. His words spun gold. He managed to weave a
story that transported her into the world of the characters he created – or
maybe not so much created. Was Tess her? Was she the 'glorious angel' that Brandon had fallen in love with but could never seem to touch? She blushed
at the idea. She couldn't be. How conceited was that to think? Brandon
loved the girl so much, he did everything he could to get her to notice him.
He went on a glorious journey all for the girl who never knew he existed.
The way Spike had weaved poetry in the story when Brandon would write
sonnets to his beloved, the way he seemed to dig right to the heart of
Brandon. She felt for him. She ached for him. She so wanted him to have
Tess. And at the very end, all Brandon had managed to do was say ‘hello' to
Tess. But then Tess knew, Tess knew that Brandon was real and she smiled
at him . . . she was going to give him a chance wasn't she?

Buffy grabbed for the phone to call Spike. She needed more. He needed to write more. He needed to finish their tale and they needed to live happily ever after. He HAD to be writing a sequel to this. Had to. As his publicist, she'd demand it. She stopped when she was halfway through dialing.

For crying out loud, it was three in the morning. She couldn't call him now. She'd see him in the morning. Laying back, Buffy closed her eyes. Soon, sleep crept up on her as images of Brandon and Tess – looking strikingly much like Spike and herself, danced through her dreams.



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