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Title: Meant To Be
Part: 10/18


Buffy bit her lip. Spike wondered if she kept biting long or hard enough, if she would bleed. That thought had his eyes fixed on her lower lip as he was being grilled by her father.

He'd simply nod or grunt his responses. That, he knew, would gain him little favor in Hank Summers eyes. But, he really didn't care. Though Buffy only praised her father to him, even when mentioning his obvious ho women, Spike knew the mans lack of actual parenting and bonding time bothered and hurt both Summers women. In Spike's eyes, the man was not worth his time or effort.

Buffy's red, swollen lips were a much more interesting point of attention, anyhow.

"What exactly do you do, William?" Hank asked, intentionally moving into Spike's area of vision after seeing where the boys gaze was.

"I uh..."

"He goes to Sunnydale U, Dad. I told you that the last time we talked on the phone." Buffy said, quickly.

"What's your major?"

"Hank, Buffy's told you all of this before." Joyce interrupted. "Dinner's ready."

That evening was planned out to be a nice dinner with Spike joining Buffy and Joyce. He was also being allowed to spend the night in Buffy's bedroom, (seeing as how the next day was her birthday and a weekend), so long as the door was kept open at all times. Spike figured Joyce thought they wouldn't try anything if there was the chance of her popping in at any moment. But, Spike knew they'd try something. He was a very creative man after all.

But, then Hank had shown up. He'd wanted to be there for his baby girls birthday. Joyce had tried to explain that Buffy would be spending the chief of the day and night with Spike, and a couple of hours with her friends, but, Hank had pretended not to hear.

Nobody would be able to say Hank Summers was a deadbeat, or bad dad. All he had to do was put in a few extra hours with the ex and the kid, and he'd be a great dad.

The four of them sat down at the table. The tension was thick as Joyce served them with Buffy's help. They ate in silence for sometime before anyone spoke.

It was Joyce. "What hotel are you staying at, Hank? Maybe Buffy could visit you between the things she has planned."

"I actually didn't book a room." He said, his mouth full of pasta. "I was hoping I could stay here."

Buffy paled. "Here?"

"Yes. Wouldn't you like that, Sweetheart? I can make you and your mother my famous omelets in the morning."

"I..." She glanced at Spike, then Joyce.

Joyce shrugged. "Would the sofa be alright?"

"I guess if you don't mind sleeping on it..." He glared when Spike choked on his food.

"She meant you on the sofa, Dad." Buffy said, patting Spike's back.

"Oh... right." He laughed a hollow little laugh. "I was... just joking around."

"Yes. Always the kidder." Joyce muttered with a roll of her eyes.

"So," wanting to divert attention from himself, he faced Spike, "Buffy says your twenty. Don't you think you're a bit old for her."

"S'only a three year difference." Spike answered. "Doesn't seem like such a vast difference. I mean, I could be a hundred years older than her."

"Yeah." Buffy slapped a hand over her mouth when she laughed. "That'd be uber old."

Hank frowned at the two. "How long have you been seeing each other again?"

"Almost three months." Buffy and Spike answered in unison.

Hank frowned at the dreamy look his daughter got whenever she looked at Spike. As though he were the end all be all. He didn't like that. Weren't father's supposed to be that for their daughters until they were much older?

The rest of the meal was spent in silent simmering tension. The tension broke into full fledged anger, on Hanks part, as Buffy and Spike headed up to her bedroom right after dinner.

"You're letting her take him up to her room?" He shouted at Joyce. Buffy and Spike stood on the steps, watching the scene below them.

"He's spending the night here, Hank." She said taking a shaky breath. She had hoped to put off telling him for as long as possible. She knew just how he would react.

"What!?! You let that man sleep in her bed?"

"This is just a one time deal." Joyce explained. She would never tell him abut the time she caught them together, or Buffy's later confession that whenever she was out of town, Spike would spend the night. "The door to her bedroom will stay open, I'll be down the hall. It's perfectly innocent."

"Nothing about," He glared and pointed at Spike, "him is innocent."

"This is not up for discussion, Hank. All Buffy asked for her birthday was to be able to spend time with William. Besides, she's very mature, as William is respectful."

"Daddy, please, Spike and I won't do anything. Don't be mad." Buffy, for all she was, sounded so much like a little girl. Spike remained silent, holding Buffy's small, shaking hand in his. His thumb making itty-bitty circles in her palm.

Hank mumbled something and marched into the living room. Joyce told the two goodnight before they rushed up to the sanctuary of her room

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Buffy smiled when she sat up. The sun was peeking out from around the shut blinds. She was officially seventeen. And, it looked like it was gonna be a killer day. Her lover lay sleeping still.

They'd spent most of the night up, talking and trying to do stuff without arousing Joyce's (who'd stayed awake all night, continually walking in on them), suspicions. Even Hank had gone up to check on them his fair share.

Buffy bent and placed a kiss atop Spike's unruly hair. He always looked so gorgeous first thing in the morning. It made her heart do little flip-flops to think that she was privileged enough to see him like that as often as she did.

She slid her hands under the tight tee-shirt he wore, raking her nails over his sculpted abs. A smirk played over his lips when she did it. "I think I could get used to this sort of wake-up call." He murmured in that sultry bedroom voice of his. Buffy shivered. God, how she wanted him... how she loved him. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her softly. "Morning, Beautiful. Happy birthday."

"Mmm... good morning to you too." She smiled against his lips assault on her own.

"Think your mum would object if we showered together?"

"Spike..." Buffy , she was going for a firm tone, but ended up giggling.

"What? She never said we couldn't, per-say."

"I'll thank you not to ravage my daughter while I'm under the same roof." Both blondes looked up to see Joyce in the doorway. She was smiling a bit. Spike made Buffy happy, she could see that. And, since giving the threat of making Buffy stop seeing him if her grades were bad, Buffy's grades had actually gone up. She was getting "B's" in her classes. All the girl needed was the right incentive. Maybe it wasn't what the best parents would do... but, she wanted Buffy to live. She wanted her to be happy. And, she knew Spike would never hurt her.

Buffy was in good hands. Though... she wasn't too ecstatic about the literal part of that.

Buffy moved away from Spike, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Morning."

"Happy birthday, Buffy." She held out a small box. "There's more, but, I wanted to give you this first."

"Yea! Presents already!" Buffy squeaked, hoping up to grab the box. She shook it before ripping at the pretty and lovingly put on wrapping. Buffy pulled out a green dress she'd seen at a store that had cost over a hundred bucks. She'd mooned over the dress for days. "Oh my god, Mom ,thank you!" She jumped up, clutching the dress in one hand, and hugged Joyce tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You welcome." She hugged Buffy back. "Willow called. She wanted to know what time you were going to meet them for breakfast."

"Ugh." Buffy made a face. She hated having to hang out with her friends. It wasn't that she didn't love them... 'cause she did. Well, she still sort of hated Cordy... but... she tried to be nice for Xander's sake. She just didn't want to spend all day with them... and leaving Spike trapped in the house with her father was so not of the good.

Sure, he could run out to his car if he really wanted to. But, he was still at risk of walking into an open windowed living room. She had debated telling her mom. But, she was still so afraid of being rejected for being the slayer-freak that she was.

"Guess I'd better call her back." She folded the dress and laid it on the bed. Spike snatched it up immediately and began examining the scar of lace and silk she'd no doubt end up wearing for what he had planned later that night. Buffy called Willow and told her she'd meet her, Xander, Oz, Cordelia and Giles in an hour.

Buffy rushed to shower. She put on skin tight pants that flared at the bottom, and a tank top. "I'll try not to be too long." She kissed Spike's cheek as she yanked on a pair of huge platforms. "Please don't kill my dad."

Spike smirked evilly. "I wouldn't kill him. Can't guarantee anything else, though."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Bye, Spike."

"Wait, Luv..." Buffy stood in the doorway. Spike searched though his duster for his car keys and tossed them to her. "There's something for you in the trunk."

"You got me something? You didn't have to get me anything."

Spike shrugged, looking mildly embarrassed. "Saw it and thought of you."

Buffy ran down stairs and out to Spike's car that was in the driveway next to Joyce's SUV. She popped the trunk to see a long white box there. There was a red bow on top that looked like it had seen better days. There was a little white card with her name scrawled in Spike's writing. She pulled the lid off and grinned. It was a long black coat, just like his, except new and it fit her perfectly.

She slipped it on and went back inside to thank him for it. After twenty minutes, she made it back downstairs and said goodbye to her parents before going to the restaurant where she was going to meet her friends at.

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"Happy birthday, Buffy!" Everyone shouted when she rushed into the little back room the hostess had ushered her in to. Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Oz and Giles were there, throwing confetti in the air and blowing into little party favors.

They each hugged Buffy... even Cordelia. It did seem as though it pained her, however.

Everything was wonderful. The presents, the food. Buffy was glad she'd come. Sure, spending time with Spike would have been better, but, this was good.

Except... something was wrong with Giles. Everyone else seemed to be having fun, but, the Watcher gaze was leveled on his slayer. Buffy couldn't figure it out, but, it was making her uncomfortable... and very nervous.

She didn't doubt for a second that Willow wouldn't tell everyone about her and Spike. But, she wondered if maybe she'd let something slip by accident. She had been playing cover for Buffy since she found out... but she was the worst liar.

When he'd gotten up to pay the bill, she followed. "Giles, is something wrong?"

"I don't know, Buffy. You tell me. Angel called me two nights ago, telling me he had something disturbing to tell me about you. He was going to show me whatever it was tonight. Now, you can tell me whatever this is now, or wait until Angel inevitably tells me."

Buffy bit her lip. Angel knew. Two nights ago was when she'd bumped into him. Maybe he did smell Spike on her. Or maybe he'd gone by her house later and saw Spike's car in the drive.

"I-I'll tell you. But, not here... not in front of them."

Giles frowned a little more. "I had hoped Angel was making something up. Apparently not."

They walked back to the table. Buffy's head hanging low.

"Did you like your presents?" Xander asked.

"Yeah, thanks again, guys."

"Yes, unfortunately, Buffy and I have to train. It's a requirement for slayers to make sure they are up to par with each passing year. We will see you this Monday."

"Buffy?" Only Willow noticed the look on Buffy's face.

"I'll call you later Will." Buffy said before following Giles out onto the street.

"All right, Buffy, what is this disturbing news?"

"It's not... not bad, so to speak. Just..." She took a shaky breath. "SpikeandIhavebeentogetherforawhilenow,butIswearhe'sstoppedhunting."

Giles stopped walking. He removed his glasses and blinked rapidly. "Could you repeat that? I thought I heard you say you and Spike have been... together?" He let out a bark of a laughter. "I must of been hearing things. At least now whatever it was won't seem so terribly awful."

Buffy shook her head, tears spilling from her eyes. "That's it. He's at my house right now. He... he spent the night. He bought me this coat for my birthday. I love him. And, he loves me."

Giles laughed again before swaying and falling towards the ground. Buffy caught him before he hit the cement. "Giles?" She whimpered. Of all the things he could have possibly done... the man fainted like a little girl. She'd expected yelling, or furious cleaning of his glasses at the least. Definitely not fainting.

She looked up when a crowd started gathering. "Is he all right?" "Do you need help?" "Should we call am ambulance?"

"He'll be fine. I think getting an ambulance would be a gross misuse of Sunnydale's emergency workers." She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed Jenny Calendar.

Five minutes later, Giles was still out cold. Jenny pulled up to the curb and they got him in her car. "What happened Buffy?" She asked.

"I told him something. I guess he wasn't too happy with it... not that I blame him."

"What did you tell him?"

Well? What was one more person? Everyone would know soon. "Remember Spike?" Jenny nodded. "I've been with him for, like, three months. Willow's known for a while. I guess Angel found out. He was gonna tell Giles. It's better that I'm the one that told him, right? Isn't that's how it supposed to work?"

Jenny sighed. What had she ever gotten herself involved in by coming to Sunnydale? It was supposed to be so simple. Make sure Angel suffered for his crime against her people... against humanity. She wasn't supposed to care for these people. To share their pain.

"I wish I knew how he would react, Buffy. But, I don't. Spike's tried to kill you all numerous times."

"Only a few times." She mumbled. "Ms. Calendar, he's gonna hate me and I don't want him to. They all will. They won't understand that I love him... that he completes me. I mean, Willow's known, but, she's always saying he'll kill me if I turn my back, and that's not true. He's changed. He really loves me."

Jenny didn't say anything. She knew what happened to her people at Spike and Drusilla's hands after Angel got souled. There had been no torture, but, the carnage... their clan was depleted greatly because of him and Drusilla.

She'd been working for months trying to translate the curse. She'd give it to Giles once she was done. Until then, she'd held her tongue about having the actual curse in her hands. She'd happily curse Drusilla. She needed to suffer for her crimes against her people. Maybe she could do a curse on Spike too. Assuming she could find more than one Orb of Thesulah.





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