Buffy Summers showed up a couple of minutes early for her one o’clock meeting with her editor and boss Lilah Morgan. When Buffy was hired as a music reporter last fall for “Young and Hip” magazine, she instantly jumped on the chance, hoping to take a crack at journalism along with getting a minor amount of praise for her work.

After her mother’s death, she took her younger sister Dawn in and began to take care of her, even though she was already eighteen. The two sisters got along well enough, and on the weekends, Dawn accompanied Buffy to concerts and interviews that she conducted with small-time bands. They spent less time together when Dawn began taking classes at UC-Sunnydale and traded in time with her sister for parties and boys. Buffy found herself to be rather lonely on weeknights and was hoping that Lilah would assign her another project, hopefully a big one that would require a lot of time. She never could have expected what opportunity her editor was going to pitch to her that afternoon.

* * *

“Hello, Buffy,” Lilah said as she opened her office door, letting her employee walk in. “That was a fabulous article you wrote last week about that one band. What was their name again?”

“Mass Confusion,” Buffy supplied, sitting down on a chair across from Lilah’s desk. “They were a little too hard rock for my taste, but they were pretty good.”

“I was told that they’re on the cusp of becoming mainstream,” Lilah replied. “You might’ve played an integral role in that happening.” Buffy simply smiled. “It seems like a lot of the bands you’ve reported on have become famous almost overnight. That must make you very proud.”

“Yes, well, it’s not all because of me,” Buffy said humbly. “They all deserved their big break. I’m just happy I was able to interview them before it happened.” Lilah laughed.

“Well, I suppose you’re wondering why I called you in here today,” she said, clasping her hands and resting them on her desk. Buffy sat up straighter, anxious for Lilah to explain. “Have I ever told you that my cousin is the manager for a band in town?” Buffy shook her head, surprised. “Yes, it’s true. My cousin Liam O’Connor is the manager of a band called Dingoes Ate My Baby.” Buffy smirked at the name.

‘Who would name their band something so asinine?’ she thought, willing herself not to giggle.

“I think my sister has seen a couple of their shows,” Buffy said. “What about them? Do you want me to set up an interview session with them?”

“Yes, but it’s not going to be like all of the other interviews you’ve conducted before,” Lilah said with a hint of excitement in her tone. Buffy was surprised- Lilah never showed that many emotions.

“What will make this one so different from the others?” Buffy asked hesitantly.

‘It’s got to be something big if she’s being so cryptic about it,’ she thought.

“Well, the band is going on tour for a couple of weeks,” Lilah began to explain. “They’re hitting fifteen cities across California, Oregon, Washington, Arizona, and Nevada, and the magazine is interested in a reporter following them and writing about life on the road.” Buffy froze. “I’d like to give you the assignment, Buffy. I think it would be a great opportunity for you to get out and experience touring with a fairly unknown band. What do you say?” Buffy was beyond stunned.

“You want me to go on tour with this band?” she asked, trying to process it.

“It’ll give you a greater insight into what it means and what it takes to become mainstream,” Lilah said. “I wish I would’ve had a chance like this when I was your age- it might’ve allowed me to branch away from my roots here.” Buffy managed a weak smile. “What’s wrong? You don’t like the idea?”

“No, I think it’s fabulous,” Buffy said quickly. “I just don’t think it’s a good assignment for me. I mean, I have a couple of other bands I’m supposed to interview soon, and I’ve got to take care of Dawnie, and I-”

“Not to sound like a bitch, but you don’t have anything,” Lilah cut in. Buffy raised an eyebrow, surprised at her editor’s blunt words. “I can hand off your future interviews to other reporters, and I don’t see why you’d use Dawn as an excuse not to go because as far as I’m concerned, she’s not really even a part of your household anymore, now is she?”

“Dawn still lives with me,” Buffy said sternly before ducking her head and sighing. “I just don’t see her a whole lot.”

“And besides that, she’s eighteen, Buffy,” Lilah pointed out. “She can take care of herself for less than a month, can’t she?” Buffy nodded. “So, will you take it, or should I start looking for another music reporter?” Buffy looked at her boss with a defensive expression and stood up.

“I’ll take it,” she answered. Lilah nodded and waited to smirk until Buffy left her office.

‘That’s the best way to get an employee motivated for their job- allude to replacing them,’ Lilah thought before dialing her cousin’s cell phone number.

* * *

After getting off of the phone with his cousin, Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor looked at the band sitting in front of him- Xander Harris was the drummer, Daniel ‘Oz’ Osborne was the bassist, and William ‘Spike’ Crawford was the lead singer, along with playing the bass guitar occasionally. He had managed them for over a year, and finally, they had enough funding to go on a small tour throughout the surrounding states. Angel had asked his cousin Lilah to recruit Buffy Summers, an infamous music reporter in Sunnydale, to go with them so that maybe the band would skyrocket into more fame quickly, thus making all of them, including Angel, rich. In his mind, it was the greatest plan he had ever come up with.

When Lilah called to confirm that Buffy would be joining them, he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. Now it was time to convince the band that it was the right decision for them to make. He knew one member in particular wouldn’t be happy at all with the new arrangement.

“So, what’s the big meeting about, Angel?” Xander asked, mindlessly tapping his drumsticks against his legs.

“Well, do you remember when I mentioned possibly having a reporter follow us on tour?” Angel asked. All three men nodded. “I found one, and she has agreed to come with us and write about the band and how the tour goes.” The three men in front of him looked at each other.

“You’re having some bird travel with us?” Spike asked, raising an eyebrow. Angel nodded. “Are you crazy? You want some girl to follow us around and write about us?”

“I think it’ll do wonders for the band’s popularity,” Angel explained, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, maybe it will, but the girl could expose some of our secrets or could write us up as being complete wankers,” Spike pointed out. “Having a reporter follow us isn’t a wise idea. Haven’t you seen ‘Almost Famous’?”

“That’s actually where I got the idea from,” Angel answered. Spike groaned and looked down.

“It’s not bloody right to have some girl shadow us for three weeks,” Spike said. “I veto your decision, mate.”

“What about you two?” Angel asked, looking at Oz and Xander. Xander looked at Spike and frowned.

“I don’t see why not,” he said. “Maybe she’ll do us some justice and make us sound like real rockstars.” Oz nodded in agreement and shrugged. “I think you’ve got two votes for it. Sorry, man.” Spike sighed.

“Fine, we’ll have the reporter chic come with us,” Spike said, looking at Angel. “But if she gets in the way or causes any trouble, I’m sending her packing. Understand?”

“Yes,” Angel answered. “I’ve been told that Buffy Summers is nothing but professional. Maybe she’ll even make you act like more of a gentleman, Spike.” Everyone but Spike laughed at that. He shot Angel a look. “Come on, man- what’s the worst that can happen?”

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A/N Alright, here’s my latest attempt at writing fan-fiction on my own. It’s loosely based off of the movie “Almost Famous”. If you haven’t seen the movie, I highly recommend it. Tell me what you think so far of chapter 1, and if I get enough support, I’ll post chapter 2 tomorrow. I want to say thanks to everyone who’s been reading and/or reviewing “Fireworks” – Ashlee and I are glad that everyone seems to really like it!:)

Buffy was scouring through her closet for an outfit when Dawn walked into her bedroom.

“Does someone have a hot date tonight?” Dawn asked mischievously, sitting down on Buffy’s bed.

“Yeah, with a band,” Buffy answered, pulling out several hangers of clothes.

“Do I sense a possibly orgy?” Dawn laughed, looking at her sister’s shocked expression. “Oh come on, Buffy, I’m not a kid anymore. I do know about these things.” She giggled. “I’ve heard a lot worse, too. But I never expected my sister, the prim and proper reporter, would do something so scandalous.”

“Will you shut up and help me pick out something to wear?” Buffy asked, looking at the garments in her hands.

“What’s the big deal?” Dawn asked. “I’ve never seen you worry about the clothes you’re going to wear to some band’s show.”

“Well, I guess this isn’t just ‘some band’, Dawnie,” Buffy said, depositing the hangers on her bed. “I have something I need to tell you.”

“Let me guess- you’re pregnant with some musician’s baby and you have to tell him tonight before he goes on tour in Europe for the summer,” Dawn joked, giggling. Buffy shot her a look and took a deep breath.

“I’ve been asked to go on tour with a band for three weeks,” Buffy announced. “The magazine wants me to cover the tour and how things go for the band.” Dawn was stunned. “I’m leaving in a couple of days, actually.”

“Are you serious?” Dawn asked, shocked. Buffy nodded. “When were you going to tell me? You just thought you could spring this on me?”

“I just found out this afternoon,” Buffy said quietly. “And trust me, I wasn’t too happy about leaving you here alone that long, but if I don’t go, Lilah could fire me, and we both know how much I need my job.”

“So you’re going to follow some band around for three weeks?” Dawn asked. “You’re going to watch all of their shows, interview the band, live with them on a tour-bus?” Buffy hadn’t even thought about that.

‘I’m going to be in close quarters with this band for three weeks,’ she thought before frowning. ‘This isn’t going to be good. I can already feel the tension building, and I haven’t even met the guys yet.’

“Yes,” Buffy finally answered. “And I get to meet them tonight and hopefully get a feel for how they are.”

“Which band is it?” Dawn asked, poking through the pile of clothes Buffy had dropped off next to her.

“Dingoes Ate My Baby,” Buffy answered. Dawn instantly shot to attention, staring at her sister.

“You’re going on tour with Dingoes Ate My Baby?” Dawn asked, clarifying. Buffy nodded, confused by the look in Dawn’s eyes. “You get to spend three weeks with Spike Crawford?” Buffy raised an eyebrow.

“There’s a guy named Spike in the band?” she asked. “You’ve got to be joking me.” Dawn stood up.

“You lucky bi-” Dawn began before cutting herself off and slightly blushing when Buffy gave her a warning look.
“Can I go with you? I hardly take up any space.” She sighed, a dreamy expression washing over her face. “God, I’d give anything to be a band-aid for those guys.” Buffy looked at her sister.

“A band-aid? What am I not understanding?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Don’t you remember what a ‘band-aid’ is?” Dawn asked, and Buffy shook her head. “It’s another name for groupies. Kate Hudson was one in ‘Almost Famous’…ring any bells?”

“What?” Buffy asked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Oh, right. Sorry, I only watched the movie for Jason Lee.” Buffy looked at her kid sister sternly. “I’m not taking you along with me just so you can sleep with some guy named Spike. He probably has more STDs than there are letters in the alphabet, Dawnie. Yuck!” Dawn laughed and grabbed a jean skirt out of the clothes pile.

“Here,” she said. “And you can wear that tight black T-shirt I like so much. You’ll look both sexy and professional.” Buffy smiled and grabbed the shirt and a pair of black heels. “Can I come with you tonight?”

“Don’t you have exams tomorrow?” Buffy asked, and Dawn smiled. “Dawn! You have to study. If you lose your scholarship, I swear I’m going to-”

“Make me work at Doublemeat Palace, I know,” Dawn said, leaving the room and going to the kitchen. Buffy took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror.

‘I really wish I wouldn’t have accepted this assignment,’ she thought, sighing.

* * *

Spike got a drink from the bar about half an hour before the show was supposed to start. Besides his usual nerves about performing, he now was plagued by the idea of having some reporter following him around for three weeks.

‘A lot can happen in three bloody weeks,’ he thought, grabbing the beer the bartender handed to him. ‘If she even thinks she can interview me one-on-one, she’s got another thing coming. My secrets are staying private- I’m not letting some chit spread vicious lies about me just so she can sell some lame magazine.’ He saw a blonde woman walk into the bar and couldn’t help but stare at her. ‘Now that’s a beautiful woman.’ She noticed him and raised an eyebrow before coming to the bar and ordering a drink. Before Spike could approach her, Angel came over to him.

“What is it, Peaches?” Spike asked, drinking from his bottle. “Are we taking a monkey on tour with us now, too?”

“Your smart-ass comments will only get you so far in the business,” Angel replied, crossing his arms. “Are you planning on getting drunk before the show? Because when you did that last week, I had a lot of damage control to do. Do you realize you insulted almost all of America?” Spike chuckled and looked at Angel.

“Well, sometimes you bloody Colonials need to remember that this blasted country was formed primarily by Englishmen,” Spike said, taking a swig from his bottle. “England is twenty times better than this place, and the ‘founding fathers’ of America just weren’t good enough for the mother country.”

“So why do you live here then?” a voice asked. Both men turned to see the blonde woman from before standing beside them. Spike smirked at her.

‘She’s got some attitude,’ he thought, appraising her. ‘And a hell of a body to go with it. What I wouldn’t give for a chance with her.’

“Can I help you?” Angel asked, snapping Spike back to reality.

“Are you Angel?” she asked, surprising both men in front of her.

“Yes, I am,” he answered. “And who exactly are you, Miss…”

“Summers,” the woman smiled, extending a hand. “Buffy Summers.” Angel shook her hand, and it was then that Spike figured out who she was. He raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. “I believe I’m going on tour with you.”
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A/N Yes, the stage has now been set for some classic interactions to occur between our favorite blonde pair. I promise there will be at least one (if not several more LOL) NC-17 chapters to this story, so be prepared for the fun Spuffyness to kick in eventually. Thanks to those who reviewed, and I will definitely update tomorrow!:)

Spike was still stunned as he shook her hand. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was actually speechless.

‘Say something, you stupid ponce,’ he commanded himself. ‘She’s the bird touring with us. Oh god…’ He paused and smirked. ‘I think I’d like to have a go with this one.’

“It’s nice to meet you,” Spike said. “I’m Spike Crawford.” Buffy smiled.

“I assumed as much,” she said. “My kid sister told me a little about you.” Spike smiled proudly.

“Did she now?” he asked. “What exactly did she tell you?” Buffy looked at him.

“That you’re a womanizer,” Buffy said, and Spike’s smile instantly faded. “But that’s not keeping her from having a crush on you.” She looked at Angel. “Kids these days. You think they’d learn to go for the good guys.” Spike stared at her.

“Who says I’m not good?” he asked, his tone both defensive and suggestive. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Let me go look in a tabloid- I’m sure I can find a girl who knows from her one-night stand with you,” she replied. Angel couldn’t help but laugh at the fierce blonde woman.

‘She’s got spunk,’ he thought. ‘And she’s not afraid to put him in his place. Thank god for my cousin.’

“Well, Spike, you’ve got a show to do soon,” Angel said before Spike could launch a counter-attack against Buffy. “Go ahead backstage, and I’ll see you in a moment.” He shot Buffy a withering glare before storming off to the backstage area. Angel smiled at her. “I’m sorry about him- he can be kind of an ass.”

“So I noticed,” she said, returning his smile. “But he’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Good,” Angel replied before looking at his watch. “I have to get back there, but feel free to have a drink and relax. I have a feeling the next few weeks are going to be a non-stop whirlwind.” He noticed a redhead emerging from the backstage. She came over to him and smiled. “Buffy, I want you to meet Willow Rosenberg, Oz’s fiancé.” Buffy smiled at the woman and shook her head. “Willow, this is the reporter I was telling you about.”

“Oh,” Willow said, looking at Buffy. “It’s great to meet you. I love reading your articles in ‘Young and Hip’.”

“Thank you,” Buffy said sincerely, motioning for Willow to sit on the stool next to her.

“Well, I’ll let you two talk,” Angel said. “And I’ll see you after the show, right, Buffy?” She nodded, and he politely excused himself before leaving the two women alone.

“So, you’re engaged to the bassist?” Buffy asked conversationally, thankful that Dawn had given her the basic information about the members of the band.

“For three months now,” Willow smiled. “He’s really great. I’m sure he won’t be any trouble at all on the road.”

“Not like Spike, right?” Buffy asked, smirking. Willow nodded and ordered a drink.

“Xander’s a sweetheart, too, but you’ll have to beware of his two girlfriends,” Willow said. Buffy raised an eyebrow.

“Two?” she asked, taking a sip of her Cosmopolitan.

“Yeah, two,” she affirmed. “Cordelia Chase and Anya Jenkins. Cordy can be very high-society, but she’s generally pretty nice. And Anya… well, she’s a character.” Buffy smiled. “She speaks very succinctly and can be brutally honest sometimes.” She paused. “I should probably warn you that she talks openly about her sexuality. It can be kind of disturbing at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Thanks for the information,” Buffy said, trying to process it all. “Are they going on tour?”

“No,” Willow said, shaking her head. “Cordy is a model in Los Angeles, so she’ll probably only go to their concert there. And Anya runs the occult store in town, so she can’t be gone for three weeks. She’ll probably show up after she closes the store tonight.”

“Anyone else I should be aware of?” Buffy asked with a light tone.

“Yeah,” Willow said, taking a deep breath. “Drusilla.”

* * *

“And who exactly is that?” Buffy asked.

‘And what kind of name is Drusilla?’ she asked herself.

“She used to date Spike,” Willow began to explain. “They moved here together from England, and after they broke up a couple of months ago, she started to appear at random shows. She’s a little unstable, to tell you the truth. I don’t know if she’ll go to any of their stops on the tour, but you should probably be prepared just in case. Xander and Oz hate her, and I think Spike finally is over her.”

“Wait- did she dump him, or was it the other way around?” Buffy asked curiously.

“She was cheating on him,” Willow answered, and Buffy felt slightly sympathetic towards him.

‘It always seems like the guys are the ones who cheat,’ she thought. ‘And he’s a punk rocker- I would’ve just assumed it was him who did the cheating. That’s so horrible.’ She paused. ‘And it probably explains why he’s such a jerk now.’

“Is it safe to assume that Spike is single?” Buffy asked. Willow smiled.

“Yeah, he is,” she answered. “And I’m sure you’ll get to see all of his conquests the morning after.” Buffy instantly felt nauseous.

“Got to love groupies,” Buffy replied, sipping her drink. Willow patted her hand.

“But other than dealing with Spike, I’m sure you’ll have a great time,” she said. “It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, isn’t it?” Buffy looked at her. “And besides, you’ll have the guys looking out for you over the next three weeks. I’m sure you’ll be safe, and if one of the guys gives you any trouble, send him my way, okay?” Buffy smiled at the other woman.

‘She’s such a sweetheart,’ Buffy thought. ‘Her and I will get along great for three weeks.’ She paused. ‘Wait a second…’

“I just realized something- are you going on tour with the band, too?” Buffy asked, and Willow shook her head.

“I have to teach a summer class,” Willow answered. “Looks like you’ll be the only girl on the bus.”

After the show ended and the club closed, the band and Angel came over to the bar. Spike looked at Buffy with an unreadable expression, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?” she asked, drinking her second Cosmopolitan. He ordered another beer.

“You want to live on a tour-bus with us for three weeks?” he asked, crossing his arms. She frowned.

“No,” she answered simply. “I don’t want to live on a bus in general, and especially not with you.” He scowled. “But it’s my job, and it means a lot to me.”

“Hi, I’m Xander,” the brunette drummer said, shaking Buffy’s hand. “So you’re the reporter who wants to see how us rock stars live?” She couldn’t help but smile at him. “Do you promise to portray us honestly?”

“I’ll be sure I’m nothing but honest about you,” she said before looking at Spike. “But I probably won’t be so nice when it comes to you.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the group. She raised an eyebrow.

“Are you drunk or something?” he hissed. “What the bloody hell is your problem? You don’t even know me and you’ve been nothing but a bitch to me since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Because I don’t like you on principle,” she shrugged. “Guys like you and girls like me don’t mix well.”

“And what kind of guy am I?” he asked, letting go of her arm. “Enlighten me.”

“You’re the all-powerful lead singer who uses women to get off and doesn’t give a damn about them,” she said sternly. “All you care about is fame and power. How wrong am I, Spike?” He frowned and took a step back from her.

“Think whatever you want, Summers,” he said. “But I’ll prove you wrong about me.” She raised an eyebrow as he walked back to the group to grab his black leather duster before he left. She sat down again and ducked her head when everyone looked at her.

“I think this tour is going to rock,” Xander said, looking at Oz. Willow smiled while Angel laughed, and all the while, Buffy couldn’t stop thinking about what Spike had said to her.

* * *

A couple of days later, Buffy woke up and went through her normal morning routine before waking up Dawn and eating breakfast. When the doorbell rang minutes later, Buffy opened the door to find Spike standing there.

“Hi,” she said, surprised. “I thought Xander was going to help me carry my bags down to the bus.”

“He’s fast asleep already, luv,” he replied. “Figured I could probably be of some help.” She raised an eyebrow before heading towards her bedroom. He followed her and saw the pile of bags she had resting on her bed. He couldn’t help but indiscreetly look around the room while he was in it.

‘I might not ever see it again,’ he thought. ‘Although I’m going to try my hardest to make it happen.’

“So, I’m sure you’re excited to leave,” Buffy said, trying to make conversation. “Since you don’t like Sunnydale.”

“I don’t hate it, by any means,” Spike shrugged. “I just like London better.” She nodded and grabbed two of her bags. “Let me take those, pet. You can take the small one.” She shook her head. “Those bags combined are bigger than you- let me take them.”

“Fine,” she said, handing them off to him. He frowned and looked at them.

“What the hell did you pack?” he asked. “I don’t want to say bricks because that’s so cliché, but what’s in these?”

“A girl has to bring shoes for every possible occasion,” she smiled, and he raised an eyebrow. She retrieved her last bag just as Dawn opened the bathroom door, covered only in a towel. She saw Spike and shrieked before slamming the bathroom door. Both Buffy and Spike laughed, and he couldn’t help but notice how adorable she was when she laughed. “So, you’ve now met my sister.” Dawn emerged a moment later, completely clothed. “I’m heading out, Dawnie.”

“Okay,” she said, staring at Spike. He extended a hand, which she promptly shook. “It’s an honor to meet you, Spike.” He smirked. “You promise to take good care of my sister?” He looked at Buffy and smiled.

“Yeah, I think that can be arranged,” he said, winking at her. She frowned and hugged her sister.

“Take care of yourself, too,” Buffy said. “You have my cell phone number, and I have all of the emergency numbers on the refrigerator. No parties, no boys, no alcohol, no drugs- got me?”

“Yeah,” Dawn said, crossing her arms. “I’ll be sure that happens somewhere else instead. Sounds good?”

“You’re so funny,” Buffy said sarcastically, kissing Dawn’s cheek. “Alright, I’ll see you in three weeks then.” Buffy and Spike walked to the door, and Dawn watched them leave before closing the door and smiling.

‘Oh yeah, the tension definitely is already crackling between them,’ she thought. ‘I can’t wait to hear if it explodes.’

* * *

After Buffy got settled on the bus and unpacked, she set her laptop up and sat on her bunkbed, the one above Xander. Oz and Spike had the ones across from them, even though Spike said he liked to sleep on the king-sized bed in the back of the bus. Angel was walking around, talking on his cell phone. Buffy got up and looked out the window, watching scenery fly by them as they headed towards Tucson.

“Enjoying the view, pet?” Spike asked, smirking. She looked at him and smiled.

“I’ve never been out of California before,” she said, shrugging. “This is kind of exciting for me.”

“Arizona should be cool,” he said. “I’ve heard it can be extremely hot, but then again, so is California.”

“But isn’t Arizona supposed to have prettier scenery?” she asked, looking outside again. He looked up and down her body, grinning.

“That’s debatable,” he answered. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he chuckled before going to the front of the bus.

‘It’s going to be a long trip,’ she thought, returning to her bunk bed.

After passing the border into Arizona, Buffy began to write up preliminary questions she wanted to ask everyone when she interviewed them. Xander noticed what she was doing and went to sit beside her at the table in the main part of the bus.

“So, Buffster, when are you going to interview me?” he asked, smiling. She laughed and closed her laptop.

“I thought I’d wait until after a couple of stops,” she said. “That way, you can talk about your perception of the tour and how it’s going.” He nodded and saw Spike talking with Angel in the back of the bus.

“So, I couldn’t help but notice the other night that you don’t get along with Spike,” he said casually. “Why not?”

“He just doesn’t strike me as being a nice guy,” she shrugged. “He’s the lead singer of a band- those guys aren’t the ones girls should befriend.” He chuckled.

“You’d be surprised,” he replied. “Spike’s one of the most stand-up guys I know. Sure, he can be an ass sometimes, but it just adds to his charm.” She raised an eyebrow. “I know you’re not fond of the guy, but maybe you should give him a chance to surprise you. We’re all sharing a bus for the next three weeks, and as fun as it is to see you piss him off, I have a feeling he’s going to start biting back, and I don’t want to see your feelings get hurt.” She gave him a small smile.

“Thanks,” she said. “You seem like the protective-brother type. Have any siblings?”

“Nope, I just care a lot about girls,” he answered, smiling.

“Yeah, I heard that you’re dating two women,” she said. “Do they know that?”

“Yeah, and surprisingly, neither of them seems to care that much,” he said. “I only see Cordelia every once in awhile because she’s always working, and Anya seems open to it because I think she wants a threesome eventually.” Buffy blushed. “A girl can dream, right?” He winked at Buffy before getting up. “Well, whenever you want to interview me, you know where to find me.” She giggled as he went back to his bed and lay down.

Spike saw Xander leave the table where Buffy was and walked over to sit across from her just as she opened her laptop again. She frowned.

“What can I do for you, Spike?” she asked, looking at her computer screen as she began typing.

“Oh, such a good question,” he smirked, watching the blush that crept into her cheeks. “What’re you writing?”

“Questions for the interview sessions I want to conduct with you all,” she answered. He frowned.

“You really expect me to answer your questions honestly?” he asked, crossing his arms. She looked at him.

“If you don’t, I’ll write whatever I want as your answers,” she warned. “I can make you seem like even more of a jerk than you already are.” He scowled.

“What’s your vendetta against me?” he asked. “Is it your mission to piss me off?” She reflected back to what Xander had said and sighed.

“I don’t know,” she answered, going back to typing. “Something about you just doesn’t seem right.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys,” he joked. She giggled quietly. “So there is some humor in you, luv. Good to see. Doesn’t make you seem like such a cold-hearted bitch anymore.” She looked at him, her jaw slightly dropped.

“I’m not a bitch,” she said defensively. “I just don’t deal with other people’s BS.”

“Yeah, and if you actually took the time to learn about me, you’d find out that I’m not such a bad man,” he replied.

“I guess you’ll just have to prove that to me,” she said, standing up and grabbing her laptop before heading to her bed and sitting on it, closing the curtain beside her to seclude herself from everything around her.

* * *

By the time they arrived in Tucson, the boys were excited to play their first show away from Sunnydale. Buffy watched as they carried their equipment and instruments into the club they were going to play in. She couldn’t help but notice how muscular Spike seemed, even though he was lean.

‘Bad thoughts, Buffy,’ she mentally scolded herself as she caught herself staring at him. She got dressed up in the club’s bathroom before sitting down at the bar and ordering a soda. She had brought her laptop in and continued to brainstorm questions while the band and Angel set things up. Spike watched her from the stage and smiled.

‘She’s the most beautiful fireball I’ve ever seen,’ he thought before helping Oz bring in his drum-set. Angel noticed who Spike was looking at and smiled to himself.

‘Maybe she’ll make him settle down,’ he thought. ‘That is, if we can ever get them to be civil and if he’ll stop sleeping with random girls every night. She could be good for him.’

He walked over to the bar and sat down beside her. She looked at him.

“So, how do you like being on the road so far?” he asked. She shrugged and sighed.

“It’s something different,” she answered, drinking some of her soda. “I’ve never really traveled before, but I like it.” He nodded and ordered a beer.

“Is everyone treating you alright?” he asked. She nodded and closed her laptop. “Including Spike?” She smiled.

“He’s being his usual self,” she answered. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“That’s what you tell me,” he chuckled, looking at the guys moving around onstage. “He’s not so bad once you get to know him.”

“That’s kind of what Xander said before,” Buffy said, looking at him. “It almost seems like you guys are trying to hook him and I up. Why is that?” Angel smirked.

“Maybe because we are,” he said, and she instantly frowned. “Give him a shot, Buffy.”

“Why?” she asked quietly, looking down.

“Because it seems like you both could use each other,” he said, winking at her before walking away. She watched him before opening her laptop again.

‘What the hell did he mean?’ she asked herself as she began writing more questions for the upcoming interviews. ‘I could use Spike and vice versa? How come that doesn’t sound good?’ She paused, sighing. ‘No, I don’t want Spike, and I definitely don’t need him in my life. This is just an assignment for my job.’

But somewhere inside, she knew that she was enjoying herself and the time she spent on the bus with the band, and even though Spike wasn’t her ideal guy, he sparked something in her that no one else ever had before.

After the show ended, Buffy ordered another drink from the bar, knowing that it was going to be a while before the band was ready to leave. As she sat down on a stool, a brunette man approached her and sat beside her.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, smiling at her. She raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

“I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” she replied, looking away from him once again.

“I’m Larry,” he said, extending a hand towards her, which she hesitantly shook. “I’m not a stranger anymore, so can I get you a drink?” She sighed and nodded.

“Sure, why not?” she replied, ordering her usual Cosmopolitan.

“So, are you a fan of the band?” Larry asked casually, taking his beer from the bartender.

“I guess,” she answered, shrugging. “I’m on tour with them, writing an article for a magazine I work for.” He seemed surprised. “It’s a long story.”

“Yeah, I bet it is,” he replied, chuckling. “So, what’s your name, little lady?”

“Buffy,” she answered. “Buffy Summers.” He smiled and took a swig of his beer. “Are you a fan of the band?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “I am now. I never heard of them before tonight, but I thought I’d take a chance on them. Turns out, they’re pretty good. The lead singer has a really distinct voice, which I dig.”

“Yeah, everything about Spike is distinct,” she replied, seeing him walk onstage to grab his water bottle before retreating backstage once again.

“Are you two an item?” Larry asked, smirking. She looked at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, but the way you looked at him…it’s almost as if you’re in love or something.” She felt sick at the mere suggestion of loving Spike.

“No, there’s nothing going on between him and I,” she answered. “If anything, we’re enemies.” She quickly drank her Cosmopolitan before ordering another one.

‘Yuck- me loving Spike? Like that’d ever happen,’ she thought.

* * *

As Spike was about to leave the backstage area, he heard the crowd chanting, “Fight! Fight!”

‘Buffy,’ he thought as he quickly walked to the main part of the bar, seeing her standing beside a brunette man who was shouting at a tall black-haired man. ‘If she causes trouble everywhere we go…then she’s exactly like me.’ He chuckled to himself before once again becoming serious and walking over to her. As he grabbed her arm, she looked at him with a surprised expression, and he noticed that her eyes were glossy. ‘Shit, she’s drunk.’

“Come on, pet,” he said calmly, trying to pull her away from where the arguing men were.

“No,” she replied, trying to break away from him. “I’m on Larry’s side. I need to stay.”

“He can take care of himself, luv,” he said, managing to pull her into the backstage area.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, slightly slurring. “I’m supposed to help my friends out.”

“I highly doubt that guy was your friend,” Spike said, and Angel, Oz, and Xander watched the two blondes curiously. “In fact, I’d bet my guitar that you won’t even remember his name tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll just write it on my hand,” Buffy said, grabbing a pen and beginning to write on the back of her hand. “Wait, what was it again?” She looked at him pensively, and he started laughing at her.

“Yep, just as I suspected,” he replied. “Come on, guys, let’s head out. Queen Buffy needs to get some rest.”

“I’m a queen?” she asked excitedly. “Do I have a crown?” He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

“Just how drunk are you?” he asked, and she giggled. “How many drinks did you have?”

“At least three,” she answered cheerfully. “They’re just so pretty! Do you like those pink drinks, too?”

“No,” he answered. The other guys walked outside to the bus first, and Spike led Buffy behind them. “You’re going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning.”

“Blasphemy!” she replied loudly, and he looked at her, amused.

‘I think drunk Buffy is a lot more agreeable than sober Buffy,’ he thought. ‘Too bad this isn’t healthy for her.’

“You’ll watch out for me, right?” she asked, looking at him with a hopeful expression, which surprised him. “I thought you told Dawnie you’d take care of me?”

“Yes, I told her I’d make sure you’re okay,” he said, nodding. “And the first step to you being okay is to make you drink a lot of water so you don’t dehydrate.” She frowned. “Sorry, pet, but you’re the one who chose to get plastered.”

“I want to go to sleep,” she replied before yawning. “Can I rest now, Spike?” He saw the drowsy look on her face and smiled softly.

“Sure, princess,” he said, helping her get on the bus. He managed to steer her towards her bunk bed, and she obediently lay down. “Aren’t you going to change into pajamas or something?”

“Unless you’re willing to help, I don’t think I can take off what I’m wearing by myself,” she said, and as much as the thought intrigued Spike, he couldn’t allow himself to take her up on the offer.

‘I’d feel like I’m taking advantage of the situation or something,’ he thought. ‘And that’s not exactly going to win her over, now is it?’

“Just sleep, pet,” he said, running his hand over her hair. “Good night.” She yawned and closed her eyes, almost instantly dozing off. He smiled and saw the other guys walking around the front part of the bus.

“So, anyone up for getting a drink?” Spike asked, looking at his friends.

“I’m going to check in with Willow,” Oz said. “But you guys go on ahead. I’ll make sure Buffy’s okay.” Spike looked at him graciously before walking off of the bus, Angel and Xander behind him.

* * *

When Buffy woke up the next morning, she fought back the nausea that coursed through her and the pounding headache that she was greeted with instantly.

‘Good going, Buffy- get drunk the first night of the trip,’ she thought, carefully standing up and going into the small bathroom. She looked in the mirror and frowned. ‘Not only do I look like death, but I’m still wearing what I was in last night. Great.’ She pulled her hair into a ponytail and went to go get clothes. She realized that the bus was moving and sighed. ‘Yep, the world doesn’t stop just because you’re battling the hangover from hell. What happened last night?’ She remembered several small details, like meeting some guy at the bar, ordering several drinks, potentially starting a bar fight, and Spike bringing her to the tour-bus. She raised an eyebrow at the thought. ‘Spike helped me last night. And as much as I don’t want to, I should probably thank him. Who knows what I could’ve done last night if he hadn’t stepped in. ’ She went to the bunks and saw that he wasn’t sleeping. She saw the other guys sitting in the front of the bus talking and frowned. ‘Where the hell is he?’

Almost as if on cue, a brunette woman walked out from the back bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. Buffy stared at her and realized where Spike was.

‘He brought a one-night stand back with him last night, probably after I passed out,’ she thought. ‘And why is she still here if we’re moving on to the next venue?’

“Hi, I’m Bree,” the woman said, extending a hand to Buffy. She paused before shaking her hand.

“I’m Buffy,” she replied, surprised by how upset she was that this woman was on the bus.

“Can you point me towards the bathroom?” Bree asked, straightening out the clothes she had obviously just thrown on. Buffy pointed to the door and watched as the woman walked into the bathroom.

With an angry sigh, she walked to her bunk and sat down.

‘That bastard doesn’t deserve a thank-you,’ she thought, grabbing her laptop. ‘What he deserves is to be castrated.’

When Bree walked out of the bathroom, Buffy looked at her.

‘She’s not even that pretty,’ she thought. ‘Why did he pick her?’

“So, Spike told me you’re a reporter,” Bree said, sitting on the bunk across from her. “That’s cool.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice job,” Buffy replied, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. “So, are you staying on tour with us?”

“No,” the other woman answered, and for some reason, Buffy felt relieved. “I’m getting off in Phoenix. My dad lives there, and Spike offered me a ride on the bus, so I jumped on the opportunity.”

“Yeah, lucky break,” Buffy replied, looking at her laptop’s screen.

“If anyone’s lucky, it’s you,” Bree said, smiling. “You’re on a bus with four incredibly nice guys.” Buffy looked at her. “I’m sure there are tons of girls out there who’d die for a chance like this.”

“Yeah,” Buffy said quietly, looking at the screen again. “I’m one lucky girl.”

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A/N There's going to be a mystery guest appearance in the next chapter, followed by a lot of angst. I'll probably post it tomorrow, but if I get enough reviews, I'll post it way earlier than that...possibly tonight even:)

After arriving in Phoenix hours later, Buffy was more than grateful to get off of the bus. Every time Spike had even looked at her, she turned her back on him or walked to her bunk, closing herself off. Her plan of ignoring him completely went perfectly, and when she exited the bus, she jumped on the chance to get even farther away from him.

Spike didn’t understand why Buffy was acting the way she was. He thought she’d be thankful that he’d looked out for her the night before, but instead, she was unresponsive and kept herself away from him. When they arrived at the bar they were supposed to play in, he saw Bree off before going into the bar and watching Buffy head towards the bathrooms, letting herself into the one for women. He looked around and made sure no one was looking before he let himself into the women’s bathroom. She shrieked as he entered, which caused him to chuckle before locking the door.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, still in shock that he was in the bathroom with her.

‘And thank god there’s no one in here,’ she mentally added.

“Why’ve you been ignoring me?” Spike asked, crossing his arms. “You’ve been giving me the brush-off all day.”

“I have my reasons,” she answered simply, letting herself into one of the stalls so she could change into an outfit more suitable for the show.

“And what would those be, luv?” he asked, leaning back against a wall. “Is this because of Bree?”

“The one-night stand who was a fixture on our bus all day?” Buffy asked, hoping that she didn’t sound jealous.

‘Because I’m not,’ she thought quickly. ‘At all. I don’t want to be another notch on his headboard.’

“So that’s what this is all about?” he asked, smirking. “You’re angry because there was another bird on the bus, taking the spotlight off bitchy Buffy?”

“What?” she asked, angry. “That’s not it at all.” She pulled on her clothes quickly and walked out of the stall, and she noticed that Spike was looking somewhat hungrily at her body. “What’re you looking at?”

“Nothing,” he said, snapping out of his trance. “But you owe me a debt of gratitude, pet.”

“Gratitude?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “For what?” She knew why, but she wasn’t about to give him the pleasure of thanking him.

“For not letting you become a bar floozy last night who helped start a fight,” he answered, watching as she combed through her wavy hair with her fingers.

“I did no such thing,” she answered before putting on lip-gloss. He stared at her lips and felt a strong urge to throw her up against the wall and have his wicked way with her.

‘I doubt anyone would notice,’ he thought, pondering the idea.

“It was all Larry’s fault,” she added before looking at him, smirking. “Ha! I remembered his name!”

“Bollocks,” Spike replied, smiling. “Xander told you, didn’t he?” She pretended to be outraged before nodding.

“But I couldn’t resist the idea of taking your precious guitar away from you,” she said, walking towards the door. She opened the lock but paused before opening the door. Keeping her back to him, she took a deep breath and said, “Thank you for last night, Spike.” He smiled as she walked out, watching her go to the bar.

‘That girl drives me bloody crazy,’ he thought. ‘But in a delightfully good way.’

* * * * *
After the show, Xander and Oz walked over to the bar, sitting on both sides of her.

“Where’s Angel?” she asked, confused. “And Spike? Is something wrong?” Xander frowned.

“Drusilla made an appearance tonight,” he answered, ordering a beer. “She was in the front row, which really threw Spike off of his game. And somehow, she managed to get backstage, thus prompting a fight to erupt between the three of them.”

“What does Angel have to do with it?” Buffy asked, ordering a soda.

“He slept with her the week after they broke up,” Xander replied, and Buffy was stunned.

“Angel slept with a girl who was dating Spike?” she asked. “Are you kidding?” Both Xander and Oz shook their heads. “Wow. That explains why Spike and Angel don’t seem to get along all of the time.”

“Spike’s over it, and Angel has confirmed numerous times that it was just a one-time deal,” Xander said. “But yeah, there’s still a little tension between them.” He took a gulp from his bottle. “Which only gets aggravated when the dark bitch appears.”

“Is everything alright, though?” Buffy asked, becoming concerned. “Do you really think it’s a good idea for the three of them to be alone right now, with no mediation from outside parties?”

“It’s better to let them deal with it on their own,” Oz said quietly. “There’s not much we can do.”

“And it’ll end like it always does- Dru will leave, Angel will retreat to the bus to brood, and Spike will get himself drunk before passing out on the bed in the back of the bus,” Xander said, shrugging. “We just let these things take their course.”

It was seconds later when Spike stormed out from the back and left the building. Buffy raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe he’s skipping the drinking phase,” Oz suggested, watching as Angel and Dru began to walk toward them. “You might want to go, Buffy, before she gets here.” Buffy nodded quickly and left, going to the bus. Spike was scouring through the mini-fridge, pulling out travel bottles of Jack Daniels.

“Spike?” she asked quietly, worried.

“Go away, pet,” he said, opening a bottle and drinking it in one gulp. She frowned. “I’m serious, just go away.”

“Do you maybe want to talk?” she offered, sitting one of the couches. He scowled and drank another bottle.

“About what? About my ex-girlfriend? No thanks,” he answered. “I’ve already spent thousands on therapy that hasn’t worked, so why would talking about her with you help at all?”

“Because I might be able to offer some insight or something,” she said, trying not to be defensive.

“I don’t want your bloody insight,” he replied. “You’re a woman, just like her, and all you’ve ever done to me is be a bitch, so sorry if I don’t want your sodding help.” She stood up and scoffed.

“Fine,” she said, angry. “If you want to get trashed, go for it- I don’t care, Spike. You love living the life of a rock-star, don’t you? The alcohol, the girls…are drugs involved, too? Because I don’t want to forget them on my list.”

“Fuck off,” he said sharply, glaring at her. She pushed past him, going to her bunk bed and laying down.

“Bastard,” she muttered as she closed her eyes, biting back the tears that were forming.
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When she woke up, she was glad that the bus was in motion, heading towards their next destination- Las Vegas. They wouldn’t be arriving until nightfall, but she didn’t really care.

‘I’m going to Las Vegas,’ she thought, giddy. ‘This is something I’ve dreamt of doing for a long time. It’s sad to think, though, that my job is the reason I’m finally traveling to it. I should probably e-mail Lilah and check-in with her soon, too.’

She saw that Spike’s bunk was empty and walked to the back of the bus, quietly opening the door that closed the bedroom off from the rest of the sleeping area. He was asleep on the bed, partially covered by a sheet. She gasped slightly as she realized that he was naked, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tear her eyes off of him. His muscular arms, pectorals, abdomen, and legs were drool-worthy, and she was finding it difficult to not look at every inch of his exposed skin.

‘He has such an amazing body,’ she thought, unconsciously licking her lips. ‘I guess I can understand why Dawnie likes him so much. His personality isn’t desirable a lot of the time, but his body makes up for it.’

“Going to stare all day, pet?” he asked, his eyes still closed. Her eyes widened.

‘Oh my god,’ she thought. ‘This is both creepy and embarrassing. Why did I remain in here in the first place?’ She paused. ‘Oh right, because I was looking at that delicious body spread across the bed.’ She closed her eyes for a moment. ‘You need severe help, Buffy.’

“How did you know it was me?” she asked, quickly looking down, praying that she wasn’t blushing.

“Because none of the guys come in here when I’m sleeping,” he answered, slowly opening his eyes to look at her, taking in the pajamas she was still wearing. They weren’t considerably sexy, but her ruffled hair and rumpled clothes were making him smile.

“Sorry,” she said, heading towards the door.

“No, stay for a while,” he said, patting the space beside him on the bed. She raised an eyebrow. “Come on, luv, I don’t bite.” She giggled and sat next to him.

“Don’t you have a hangover?” she asked, not looking at him for fear that she’d stare at his body more.

“No,” he answered. “I only had about ten of those little bottles, and that’s not enough to get anyone drunk.” He looked at her. “Except for maybe you, kitten. You seem like a lightweight.” She frowned. “But I remember what I said to you last night, and I’m sorry for being such an ass. You were being nice, which I appreciate, and you didn’t deserve anything that I said to you.” She looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “Dru just pisses me off, and I took it out on you. I really am sorry, luv.”

“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “You’re not quite forgiven, but I’ll get over it. The snarky side of you just adds to your charm.” He chuckled and stretched out, which caused Buffy to once again look at his body.

“So you think I’m charming now, do you?” he asked, watching her as she perused his body. “If you want to touch me, baby, I’m all for it.” She blushed and stood up. “Oh come on, I was just kidding.”

“You’re a pervert, Spike,” she said, walking to the door. “And get dressed already. It’s almost noon, and I don’t want to eat while your naked self is walking around.”

“Liar,” he chuckled. “But fine, whatever you’d like, princess. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She closed the door behind her as she left before leaning back against it and closing her eyes, berating herself.

‘What’s going on with you, Summers?’ she thought, somewhat upset. ‘You’re dancing on a dangerously thin line.’

* * *

Buffy was sitting at the table in the main part of the bus, putting the finishing touches on the questions she was going to ask the band. Spike sat across from her, eating some chips.

“Want some?” he asked, offering the bag to her. She shook her head, smiling.

“No thanks,” she answered. “But I appreciate the olive branch you’re trying to give me.” He chuckled and looked out the window. “So, can you believe we’re going to Vegas?”

“Sin City?” he asked, grinning. “I think it’ll be a good time, especially with you there.” She blushed and looked at her laptop’s screen. “Besides, I heard the Bellagio is an amazing hotel.” She nodded, still typing. “We have two suites.” She looked at him, surprised. “So if you want to stay with me, you’re more than welcome to.”

“So I can see the skanks you bring home at four in the morning? No way,” she replied, focusing once again on the questions she had assembled.

“There’ll be no other woman but you in my room,” he replied, and when she realized how genuine he sounded, she looked at him. “So, what do you say, luv? Will you share a room with me?”

“It’d be safer if I was with Oz,” she replied. “I know he’ll be on his best behavior because of Willow. Plus, this way, you three can get your groove on with some of the lovely ladies of the Strip.”

“Didn’t I just tell you that I don’t want to bring any girls back with me?” he asked, trying not to become frustrated.

‘Do I have to come out and bloody say it? I want her, and if she doesn’t know that, then she’s blind,’ he thought.

“I heard the words, but I don’t know if I should believe you,” she replied, standing up. “Can we talk about this later? I’m supposed to interview Xander in about five minutes.”

“Fine,” he said, frowning. “But I’m claiming one of the suites for you and I, Buffy.” She took one last look at him before going to sit with Xander on one of the couches.

‘Because no matter what, things are going to change in Vegas,’ he thought before returning to the back bedroom.
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Buffy stood out on their room’s balcony, looking out over the main strip of Las Vegas, taking in all of the lights and buildings around her. After a day of dealing with Spike, interviewing both Oz and Xander, and writing a long e-mail to Lilah, Buffy was grateful to be off of the bus and in a suite that was larger than her apartment.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Spike asked, appearing beside her, holding two champagne flutes. She raised an eyebrow before taking the one he was handing to her.

“What’s this for?” she asked, looking at him. He smirked.

“Have to start things off right, don’t we?” he asked. “Besides, I wanted to make a toast, luv, if that’s alright.”

“Whatever you want to do,” she said, looking at him, surprised. “What’re we toasting to?”

“To new friendships,” he said, looking intensely into her eyes. She smiled before gently clinking her champagne flute against his. They both took sips of the bubbly liquid before looking at the city again.

“I can’t wait to get down there,” she said, excited at the thought of walking up and down the streets of Las Vegas.

“We could hit one of those drive-through wedding chapels,” he offered, looking at her. She giggled and shook her head. “Oh come on- it’d be fun. We can get divorced in the morning, even.”

“That’s just because you want to have a honeymoon,” she replied, walking back into their suite.

“With you? Yes, I do,” he answered, and she could’ve sworn that he was being serious. “Well, luv, what do you say? Shall we go out on the town?”

“Yes, please,” she replied, putting down her empty champagne flute. “Should we go get the guys?”

“They’re already in a casino,” he said, chuckling. “It’s just us tonight, if that’s okay.” She smiled.

“As long as we don’t miss the water show tonight,” she said. “That’s supposed to be breath-taking.”

“Luv, we’re here for the next two nights,” he replied. “We can miss it tonight.”

“Yeah, but you’re playing tomorrow night, and if I miss it because of you, I’m going to be very angry,” she said, grabbing her purse. “Understand?”

“We’ll see what happens,” he replied, smiling when she shot him a glare. “Let’s go- the city awaits.”

* * *

“You must be a bloody good luck charm,” Spike said as they walked into their suite. “Doesn’t making over three grand in one night make up for missing the stupid water show?”

“No,” she pouted, sitting down on one of the beds. He smiled. “Am I getting any of the money you won?”

“Maybe if you’re a good girl, you will,” he said, winking at her. She stifled a giggle before walking to the balcony and going out onto it. He followed her and watched the moonlight cascade over her.

‘She’s so beautiful,’ he thought as he stood beside her. ‘I just wish she was mine.’

“So, are you excited to play tomorrow night?” she asked conversationally, still looking at the city surrounding them.

“Yeah,” he answered. “New venues are always fun to try.” She sighed, smiling contently. “You seem happy here.”

“I am,” she replied, looking at him. “I’ve wanted to come here for so long that it seems surreal right now. Thank you guys for choosing to play here.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. She looked around again, and as his hand made contact with hers, they both were surprised when she didn’t pull it away. Instead, she laced her fingers with his and smiled softly, deciding not to look at him for fear that he’d have a smug expression on his face. But on the contrary, he was somewhat stunned that they were holding hands in peaceful silence, and the look on his face wasn’t smug- it was tender.
He decided to be bold and tilted her chin so that he could look at her, and as he leaned down to kiss her, she brushed her lips against his for a moment before backing away.

“Good night, Spike,” she said quietly, walking into their suite and going into the bathroom to change into pajamas. He smiled and lit a cigarette, deciding that maybe hooking up with Buffy wouldn’t be impossible.

Meanwhile, she was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, angry with herself for kissing him.

‘What was I thinking?’ she berated herself. ‘He’s not the guy for you, so stop thinking about any possibility of dating him. It’ll never happen.’ She sighed and walked into one of the bedrooms, pulling the covers back so she could lay down. She slowly closed her eyes, ignoring her thoughts so she could fall asleep.

Minutes later, Spike stood in her doorway, watching her as she slept.

‘She looks so bloody peaceful,’ he thought. ‘And so young, so innocent. Who would think that the girl laying there is such a spitfire during the day?’ He smirked and quietly walked towards her bed, lightly kissing her forehead. She stirred slightly before turning on her side, facing away from him.

“Good night, kitten,” he whispered, walking towards the door.

“Night, Spike,” she replied, and when he looked back at her, she was still asleep, or so he thought. As he left the room, she opened her eyes and smiled.

* * *

While the band and Angel were preparing for the show the next afternoon, Buffy went out shopping and saw as many of the sights as she could. The money Spike had given her from the winnings he had earned the night before paid off everything she purchased, and when she realized that it was almost five o’clock, she left the mall in Caesar’s Palace and made her way back to the Bellagio to get ready.

Spike was still gone with the band, so she got dressed in a new outfit she had bought and waited around for them to come back. When the phone rang around 6:30, she was surprised to hear Spike’s voice.

“I’m sorry, luv, but I don’t think we’re going to be able to make it back to get you,” he apologized. “But I arranged a ride for you. It’ll be waiting downstairs for you at 7, okay?”

“Sure,” she answered, slightly sad that he wasn’t coming for her. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Bye, pet,” he said, hanging up. She sighed and worked on curling her hair to pass the time.

When seven rolled around, she took an elevator downstairs and walked outside, only to be greeted by the sight of a black limousine out front, the driver waiting beside it.

“You must be Buffy,” the man said, extending a hand. “I’m Riley Finn, your driver this evening.” She grinned.

‘No way,’ she thought. ‘Spike did this for me?’

“Hi, Mr. Finn,” she replied, smiling. “You’re taking me to see Dingoes Ate My Baby?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, opening the door for her and letting her get in. As he closed the door, she looked around the limo, still in shock. He got behind the wheel and turned to look at her. “Your husband must really love you.”

“We’re not married,” she replied, still smiling. “And I don’t think he loves me, either.” He began to drive towards their destination, and as Buffy looked through the tinted windows, she couldn’t help but grin.

‘He did this for me,’ she thought. ‘Maybe he’s not such a bad guy after all.’
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After the show ended that night, Angel went out to the bar area and saw Buffy sitting on a stool, drinking a soda and talking to a woman who was sitting with her.

“Hey,” he said, smiling at both of the women. “Spike wanted me to come and get you, Buffy.” She stood up and grabbed her purse.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Darla,” she said, shaking the other woman’s hand. “Enjoy your time in Vegas.”

Angel led Buffy backstage to where the guys were talking, their equipment surrounding them.

“Hey, pet,” Spike said, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“You guys were great,” she said, smiling at all of them. “And thank you for the ride here- I definitely wasn’t expecting something so posh.” He chuckled and kissed her temple, which didn’t go unnoticed by the men standing close to them.

“So, should we head back to the hotel?” Spike asked, looking at everyone. “I think they’re having the fountain show in about twenty minutes.” Buffy’s eyes lit up. “And I’m afraid I owe the girl a chance to see it.”

“Then I guess we should go,” Xander said, smiling at the two blondes, who led everyone outside of the club. He looked at Angel and asked quietly, “So, when do you think they’ll hook-up?”

“Tonight,” Angel grinned. “I’d bet my life on it.”

* * *

When they returned to their hotel, Buffy and Spike leaned against the railing that surrounded the perimeter of the fountain, patiently waiting for the show to begin.

“I have a confession,” Spike said quietly, looking at her. “I purposely had the show end when it did so that we could make it back here to see this.” She smiled widely at him.

“Thank you,” she replied. “Today has been perfect, Spike, and even though I don’t want to admit it, you are the primary reason it’s been so wonderful, so thank you.” He kissed her temple as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

More people began to assemble, trying to get a front-row spot for when the show would begin. Spike decided to stand behind Buffy, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

“Is this alright?” he asked quietly, kissing her shoulder. She nodded, smiling.

It was only minutes later when classical music began to play, filling the space around them with its beautiful melodies. The fountains began to go off, perfectly synchronized with the music that accompanied it. Buffy watched in awe, grateful that she was able to experience something so unique.

‘And I’m with a guy who seems to really like me, so that’s a plus,’ she thought.

Spike rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched the water shoot up into the night sky. She leaned back into him and put her hands on top of his, which were resting over her stomach.

“It’s beautiful,” she said quietly, mesmerized by how magnificent the show was.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, smiling. “But I’ve seen things more beautiful than this.”

“Liar,” she said, giggling. “There’s no way you’ve seen something more beautiful than this.”

“Sure I have, luv,” he said, kissing her temple. “You’re far better than any water show.” She blushed and looked down. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Buffy. You’re beautiful, intelligent, sweet, spunky…you’re perfect.”

“No, I’m really not,” she said, not allowing herself to look at him.

‘Focus on the water, Buffy,’ she thought. ‘Don’t think about anything else but what you’re watching.’

“Listen to me, pet,” he said, turning her around to face him before putting his hands on the railing behind her, one on each side, trapping her between it and his body. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and there’s nothing about you that I don’t like.” He grazed her cheek, looking into her eyes. “You’re perfect for me.”

“And when did you decide this?” she asked quietly, looking down. “Before or after you slept with Bree?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What?”

“You think I slept with her?” he asked, amused that she seemed jealous.

“Didn’t you?” she asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

“No,” he answered, and she strangely felt relieved after hearing the admission. “We spent all night talking about our pasts and how horrible our home lives were, that’s all.” Buffy looked at him.

“You swear?” she asked. “You didn’t do anything with her?” Spike smiled.

“I promise you, luv,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “You’re the only woman I’ve been interested in since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” She smiled and turned around again to watch the end of the show. “Do you have any feelings for me?”

“I think I do,” she answered quietly, smiling as the water stopped and the music ceased to play. As the crowds dispersed, Buffy and Spike walked hand-in-hand into the hotel, taking the elevator up to their floor.

* * *

As Buffy opened their suite’s door, her heart stopped and she gasped as she looked around the room, lit by candles that were placed on every available surface. Spike looked at her with a soft expression as she turned to look at him.

“Did you do this?” she asked quietly, still in shock. He took a deep breath.

“Nothing but the best for my girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. She returned the gesture and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kiss intensified. Without breaking the kiss, he led them into their room and shut the door with his foot. He broke away for a moment to breathe. “Buffy, I just wanted a romantic night for us. Nothing has to happen unless you want it to.” She saw the insecurity in his eyes, and in that moment, her entire opinion changed about him.

‘He’s not always a cocky rock-star,’ she thought. ‘He’s insecure like the rest of us. He puts up a façade all of the time, but when something really matters, he lets it crumble.’ She grazed his cheek and looked into his eyes.

“And if I want it to, it’ll happen?” she asked, hoping that she didn’t sound as nervous as she was beginning to be.

“If you’ll give me the privilege of being with you tonight, I’ll take whatever you willingly give me,” he answered, wrapping his arms around her. “All I ever think about anymore is you. It’s like you’re surrounding me, pet.” She smiled, slightly blushing. “Will you give me this chance tonight?” She took a deep breath before meeting his eyes once again.

“Yes,” she answered simply, taking his hand in hers and leading him towards his bed. She sat down on it and looked up at him as he came to stand right in front of her.

“Not to sound like I was expecting us to try anything tonight, but I had the bathroom set up, also,” he said quietly. She smiled up at him and put her hands on his hips.

“We can go in there later,” she replied. “But if we’re going to do this, I want it to be right.” She paused and smiled. “Right here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, running his hand over her hair. “And not about choosing between the bed and the whirlpool tub we have.” He took a deep breath. “Do you want to do this?”

“Yes,” she answered, standing up to slowly pull his t-shirt off, looking at his naked torso before running her hands slowly down it, stopping when they reached the button of his jeans. “I know I wasn’t exactly nice to you in the beginning, but you’ve proven to me that you’re not the man I thought you were.” He smiled slightly. “I’m sure I want to do this.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her gently, delighting in the fact that she was willing to give him a chance.

‘Something I’ve wanted since day one,’ he thought, looking at her and seeing the anxious look in her eyes. He kissed her again, resting his hands on her hips and slowly running them up her sides, under her shirt. He slid it off and tossed it aside, looking at her newly revealed skin and reveling in the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, completely exposing her upper body to him. He couldn’t help but smirk as he gently cupped her breasts in his hands, watching as she shut her eyes for a brief moment and making a quiet sound from the soft contact.

“Did you know this would happen?” he asked, looking into her eyes, intrigued. “That you weren’t wearing anything beneath your shirt?”

“No,” she smiled. “Just hoped for it.” He chuckled before picking her up and laying her down on the bed, holding himself up above her, looking into her gleaming eyes admiringly.

“Minx,” he whispered, kissing her once again. “I’m only going to ask once more, kitten- are you sure?” She ran her hands down his abs to his jeans and popped open the button before sliding down his zipper. She slowly slid her hand inside of his jeans and gently stroked his erection, grinning as his eyes rolled back and the sound of him groaning filled the room. He looked down at her with lust-filled eyes.

“Does that answer your question?” she asked, smirking. He chuckled and kissed her, running his hand up her bronze leg until it reached the apex of her thighs, feeling how wet her lace thong was. She arched her hips up, craving more contact from him. He pushed her thong aside and gently slid his finger inside of her, earning a low moan to escape her lips.

“Yes, it really does,” he answered before he leaned down to kiss her passionately.
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A/N Let me first say that I suck at writing sex scenes, so sorry for how I left this chapter end. Second, I can't promise that I'll post chapter 11 tomorrow due to an unforeseen (minor) health problem, but I'll definitely try my best. And third, thank you all for the reviews you've been giving me! I love them and appreciate every single one I receive!:)

When Buffy woke up, the harsh rays of the afternoon sun were covering her, keeping her warm. She noticed the masculine arm draped over her side and smiled softly. She began to look around the rest of the room, seeing how many things were moved or scattered about. Their clothes from the night before littered the ground, and she saw several empty condom wrappers on the floor beside the bed.

‘God, if a maid were to walk in and see this, she’d probably cringe,’ Buffy thought. ‘And I would be way too embarrassed to make someone else clean this up.’ She began to lean over the edge of the bed to try to grab the reminders of her night with Spike, but his grip on her tightened, pulling her back to him.

“Already trying to run away from me, pet?” he asked quietly, finally opening his eyes to look at her. She turned on her side to face him and saw the dreamy look in his eyes. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Hi,” she said quietly, smiling when he gently grazed her cheek.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like an angel in the morning?” he asked, studying the way she glowed, especially with the sunlight covering her.

“I look like Angel?” she joked, giggling. He chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“No, because if you did, I sure as hell wouldn’t have feelings like this for you,” he replied, slowly running his hand down her side, resting it on her hip. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” she answered, slightly stretching, showing off more of her skin to him. “Did you?”

“You have no idea how well,” he replied before becoming insecure. “Last night…do you regret it?”

“No,” she answered, frowning. “Why? Do you?” He shook his head, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

“I just didn’t want you to wake up this morning regretting what happened,” he said. “Was it a one-time deal?”

“Not unless you want it to be,” she answered, inwardly praying that it wouldn’t be the end for them.

“No, I don’t want this to stop,” he said, looking into her eyes. “You mean a lot to me, Buffy.” She smiled softly. “And I can’t thank you enough for giving me a chance last night. I know I’ve been a wanker to you since we met, but I think it was only because I wanted you so much and thought you were unattainable.”

“Was that your indirect way of apologizing?” she asked, giggling. He frowned before playfully tickling her. She shrieked and curled up against him, effectively stopping his assault on her.

“I’m sorry, pet,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder. She looked at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. “Now, what do you say we go hop in the shower?” She laughed and sat up, pulling the sheets up to cover her chest.

“Weren’t you satisfied enough last night?” she asked jokingly. “Between the bed, the tub, the couch, the floor…I’m sad to report that I’m a little sore.” He frowned.

“I’m sorry, luv,” he said, running his hand down her back slowly, causing a chill to run up her spine. “I didn’t mean to wear you out or hurt you.” She rested her hand on his abs.

“I’m fine,” she smiled, and as the phone rang, she grabbed it and handed it to Spike. “I’ll be in the shower.” He frowned and nodded before talking on the phone. She walked into the bathroom and saw rose petals scattered around on the floor from the night before and grinned.

‘This trip just keeps getting better and better,’ she thought.

* * *

After spending their last day in Vegas together, it was time to pack up their things once again and get back on the bus to head to Reno. They hadn’t told anyone else that they had slept together, but it was somewhat obvious to the others, especially when they would sneak in kisses whenever they thought that no one else was looking.

After the bus got on the expressway to travel to the next stop, Buffy sat in the main part of the bus with her laptop, e-mailing Lilah, while Spike finished talking to Oz and went to sit with her.

“So, when do I get to interview you?” she asked, looking at him. “Your interview is the most important.”

“I told you once before that I didn’t want to be interviewed, didn’t I?” he asked, frowning.

“Yeah, but that was before,” she said. “Things have changed. I thought you’d be more agreeable now.”

“I still don’t want to be interviewed, luv,” he replied, crossing his arms.

“Then why did you agree to have me come on this trip in the first place if you didn’t want to be interviewed?” she asked, looking at him.

“I was outvoted- I didn’t want you here,” he said before realizing too late how bad of an answer that was. She stood up quickly and stormed to her bunk bed, laying down on it and closing her eyes, trying not to cry.

‘I know he was against me before we met,’ she thought. ‘But I can’t believe he said that to me, after everything that’s happened.’

Spike took a deep breath before walking to the sleeping area and sitting on the bunk across from hers.

“Buffy, I want you here,” he said sadly, looking at the hurt etched into her features, even though she wasn’t looking at him. “You know I’ve never really liked the idea of the band being written about in some magazine, but it’s your job, and I’m not going to stand in the way of that.”

“So you’ll let me interview you?” she asked quietly, looking at him. He sighed.

“No,” he answered, and she stared at him, more angry than upset.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to ‘stand in the way’ of my job?” she asked sternly.

“I’m not, but I don’t want to be interviewed,” he said firmly. “It’s not my style.” He smirked slightly. “You should know what my style is now, pet. You know a lot more about me, don’t you?”

“Because sleeping with someone gives you so much insight into their life,” she said sarcastically before turning on her side, facing away from him. He frowned and stood up.

“Buffy, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I know you’re cross with me, but this is just the way I am.”

“Yeah, apparently,” she mumbled. He sighed. “Just go away, Spike, before I do something I’ll regret.” She paused. “No, wait, I’ve already done something I regret.” She turned to look at him.

“What are you saying, luv?” he asked, both confused and hurt. “You regret what we did?”’

“I was insane to think that things had changed between us,” she replied, angry.

“And I was insane to think-” he began before cutting himself off. “No, you’re right- you are insane.”

“Screw you,” she replied sharply before sarcastically laughing. “Oh wait! I’ve already done that!”

“And bitchy Buffy returns,” he said, furious, before throwing his arms up, exasperated. “Fine, pet, if this is how you want to play the game, then I quit.”

“The game is already over, Spike,” she said, closing her eyes to hold in the tears that had formed. “You lost.”

“But I got what I wanted from you, so I guess I didn’t lose, now did I?” he asked. She closed the curtain that separated her from him and began to quietly cry. He clenched his jaw and went to the mini-refrigerator on the bus.

‘Damn it,’ he thought, grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels he had stored in there. ‘I really screwed up this time.’ He opened the bottle and took a large gulp from it. ‘But it’s nothing I can’t wash away with my pal Jack here.’
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A/N I pushed myself to finish writing this so I could post it today, so I hope everyone likes it:) There is a lot more angst to come, I promise. Please leave me reviews and tell me what you think. Thanks!:)

After they arrived at the club in Reno, Buffy went to the bathroom inside the building and changed into a different outfit for the night before going to the bar and sitting down, ordering her traditional Cosmopolitan. Angel eventually came out and sat beside her, ready to do damage control.

“Hey, Buffy,” he said quietly before ordering a beer. “How’s everything going?” She looked into her drink.

“What do you know?” she asked sadly. “Did he fill you in on all of the details?”

“Spike hasn’t told me anything,” he replied. “All he’s said is that you’re ‘a frustrating bird’ and that he doesn’t understand how things went wrong so fast.” She looked at him. “So I’ve got to ask- what went wrong?”

“I let him in,” she answered, once again looking at her drink. “You all told me how great of a man he could be, and I decided to believe you because you’ve known him longer. But as it turns out, he’s not such a great man and I shouldn’t have given him a chance.”

“I know that you two…formed some sort of a bond,” Angel said, carefully choosing his words. “I don’t need to know more details than that, but…I really think you two should work things out.” She looked at him. “We’re all sharing a bus together for the next couple of weeks, and I don’t want to-”

“What if I went home?” she asked, instantly liking the idea. “I’ve interviewed Xander and Oz, Spike doesn’t want to be involved with it at all, and I think I’ve learned enough. Why stay longer when it could jeopardize something here?”

“Or if it’s going to hurt you more,” he added, understanding. She nodded hesitantly. “I can’t stop you, Buffy, but before you make a rash decision like heading home so early on, promise me that you’ll really think things through. We’ve got two weeks left to go- that’s plenty of time to patch things up with him.”

“I don’t know if I really want to ‘patch things up with him’,” she replied, finishing her drink. “He said some pretty…awful things to me, and I don’t know how easy it would be to forgive him for that.”

“I’m sure it will be difficult,” he said, standing up. “And I know that he can be a major ass sometimes, but he also has the talent of really surprising people.” She looked down, knowing just how well he was at surprises. “Don’t just cut him off yet. I know things aren’t in a good place right now, but that can change, Buffy. You have the chance to make it change.” She watched him as he walked to the backstage, disappearing from view.

‘He’s right,’ she thought, sighing. ‘But I still don’t know what I’m going to do.’

* * *

After stumbling offstage, Spike grabbed another beer bottle from a table backstage and instantly cracked it open. Angel quickly grabbed it from him before slamming it down.

“What the bloody hell was that for?” Spike asked, slurring. Xander and Oz walked over to them, equally as mad as Angel was.

“You’re beyond drunk,” Angel said sternly, crossing his arms. “And you made a fool out of yourself in front of everyone.”

“So what?” Spike asked, trying to grab the bottle once again, but Angel blocked him and pushed him back.

“‘So what’?” Xander asked loudly, throwing his arms up. “We got boo-ed offstage, man! Do you know how embarrassing that is? You were off-key, didn’t know half of the words, and you insulted some woman in the front row. You sucked tonight, and the rest of us have to take the fall with you because you decided to get plastered before the show.”

“And during,” Oz added quietly. Spike looked between his band-mates.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have sucked so bad if you two wankers would’ve played the songs better,” he replied sharply. “Harris, you were off at least once in every single song. How the hell am I supposed to sing if the music isn’t right?”

“This isn’t my fault,” Xander replied, crossing his arms. “You messed up tonight, Spike. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I’m not going to take this from you,” Spike said, heading towards the exit.

Buffy walked into the backstage area, hearing their loud voices before she even walked through the door. She knew that they were fighting and rightfully so- Spike made them look horrible.

“Hold up,” Oz said before Spike could leave. “We still have our equipment onstage.”

“I don’t bloody care,” he replied. “I quit.”

* * *

Buffy was shocked, to say the least, and when she saw the panic on the faces of the three men surrounding her, she quickly followed Spike out and inside the tour-bus, figuring that maybe she could do something to stop him from making such a big mistake.

‘He can’t just throw this away,’ she thought. ‘I know I don’t owe him anything right now, but the others deserve to keep the band afloat.’

She saw him go into the back bedroom before he opened a set of drawers and began to pull things out of them.

“Why are you doing this, Spike?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. He didn’t look at her as he began to throw his clothes on the bed.

“Because I’m sick of this,” he replied sternly. “I’m sick of the tour…the band…and you.” She nodded, deciding not to get upset by his words.

‘This isn’t about me right now,’ she thought, trying to mentally keep herself in check.

“You had one bad show, Spike- that’s not a good enough reason to quit the band,” she said. “You love being onstage with them, singing the songs you’ve all written together. You’ve known them for years, and they’re your friends, not just your band-mates. Why would you think of walking away from them, from this great opportunity you have?”

“Because it’s not what I want anymore,” he said, grabbing a duffel bag and shoving his clothes inside. “I don’t want to be in a band- I want to be a solo artist. That way I know all of my success belongs to me and no one else.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit selfish?” she asked, walking into the room to sit on the bed.

“I don’t sodding care,” he replied, looking at her. “This is all your fault, you know.” She raised an eyebrow.

“How is this my fault?” she asked. “I wasn’t the one onstage who made an ass of himself.”

“If you wouldn’t have pissed me off so much before, I wouldn’t have gotten drunk,” he answered. “And then I wouldn’t have screwed up as badly as I did onstage.” She frowned.

“You getting drunk was your own choice,” she said calmly. “And maybe I facilitated your decision and gave you a reason to do it, but it’s not my fault, and don’t you dare accuse me of it.”

“Shove off, Buffy,” he said sharply, closing up his bag. “I’m dissolving the band, and that’s final.” He walked to the door. “I would think you’d be happy with the change of events.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, looking at him.

“Because you get to go home and never see me again,” he said before turning and walking out, leaving the bus.

‘Maybe I get to go home, but I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again, Spike,’ she thought. ‘This isn’t close to being over.’
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A/N I'd like to say that I was shocked by the number of reviews I got after the last chapter- thank you! It means a lot to hear what you all think of the story!:)

The next morning, Buffy woke up and felt the bus moving, rolling along underneath her.

‘Guess we really are heading home,’ she thought, getting up and walking to the main part of the bus, not caring that she was still in her pajamas. Oz, Xander, and Angel were sitting on two couches that faced each other, talking. She sat beside Angel and took a deep breath.

“So, what’s going to happen from here?” she asked quietly, looking at all of them.

“He quit the band,” Xander replied, looking down. “What else is there to the story?”

“Are you going to try and replace him, or are you and Oz jumping ship, too?” she asked.

“We don’t know,” Oz answered, shrugging. “We haven’t really thought about our options yet.”

“We’re more focused on the friend that abandoned us,” Xander replied sternly.

“Where is he?” she asked. “Did he stay behind in Reno?”

“He flew home,” Angel answered. “Probably early this morning. I’m sure he’s back in his apartment right now, packing up.”

“He’s leaving?” she asked, surprised.

“Who knows?” Xander replied. “Maybe. He never really liked it here, anyways.”

“You think he’ll return to London?” she asked quietly, a part of her hoping that he wouldn’t.

“Will you lay off with the questions for a minute?” Xander asked, angry. “All you care about is your stupid article!”

“Xander,” Angel said in a warning tone, looking at the other man. “Shut up.”

“I don’t care about the article,” she shot back, crossing her arms and standing up. “I didn’t even want this assignment in the first place. As far as I’m concerned now, there is no article. I care about all of you, and all I’m trying to do is help.” Xander looked down, frowning.

“I’m sorry, Buffy,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just on edge.”

“I know,” she said, walking over to him and giving him a small hug. “I’m sorry that this happened, and I know it’s partially my fault.” He looked at her, confused. “If I hadn’t come on the trip with you guys, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Or maybe we were doomed to implode early on?” he said, shrugging. “It’s not your fault, Buffy.”

“Besides, I think you added a lot to the trip,” Angel said, smiling slightly. “It was like we had an official groupie or something.”

“A ‘band-aid’?” she asked, smirking at him. He chuckled.

“From ‘Almost Famous’, right?” he asked, and she nodded. “That movie’s the reason I enlisted Lilah to send a reporter along with us.” She smiled.

“It’s a good movie,” she said. “And even though things didn’t work out as well as they should’ve, I’m happy I came on tour with you all. It’s been a pleasure.” She returned to her bunk and pulled out her laptop, preparing to tell Lilah the bad news.

* * *

When her cell phone rang an hour later, she wasn’t surprised to hear Lilah’s voice on the other end.

“What do you mean, they broke up?” she asked, angry. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story, but the lead singer quit last night,” Buffy answered cautiously.

“Well, I can’t say I expected that,” Lilah replied, calming down. “Well, I guess their loss is our gain.”

“What do you mean?” Buffy asked, confused.

“The article will be a hell of a lot more interesting now, won’t it?” Lilah said. “People love reading about the downfall of celebrities and bands. This won’t be any different.”

“You want to capitalize off of the break-up?” Buffy asked, trying not to become upset. “Why don’t we just scrap the article and let these guys keep their dignity?”

“Have you ever heard of a magazine go out of its way to preserve someone’s dignity?” Lilah asked. “No. So why would we be any different?”

“Because they deserve a lot more than to be trampled on just so the magazine can make a few dollars and capture more interest,” Buffy said firmly. “I don’t want to write an article about this, Lilah.”

“Then you’re fired,” she replied instantly. Buffy looked down, thinking about her boss’ words. “What do you say to that?”

“If I write it, I’d be compromising all of my values just to appease you,” Buffy said quietly.

“So? Are you in or are you out?” Lilah asked, and Buffy took a deep breath.

“I’m in,” she said. “But I’m doing things my way, got me?”

“Whatever you say,” Lilah replied. “Just write the article and hand it in to me, Buffy. That’s your job.” She hung up, and Buffy looked at the three men, still sitting on the couches in the front of the bus.

‘I can’t do this to them,’ she thought. ‘Why did I say I’d write it?’ She sighed. ‘I need this job, and if I quit or get fired, I’ve got nothing. I can’t let Dawnie down, not now.’ She lay down on a pillow, closing her eyes. ‘What do I do now?’ She paused. ‘I write the article, that’s what I do. And if it makes Spike sound like a jerk…well then that’s what’s going to happen.’

* * *

When Buffy walked into her apartment the next morning, Xander behind her, they dropped all of her luggage off in her kitchen.

“So, it looks like this is the last stop,” Buffy said, looking at him. He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. “It was a pleasure touring with you, Xander, and I wish you and Oz a lot of luck.”

“You too,” he replied before hugging her. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you and Spike.” She looked at him. “I was the one who called you that one afternoon in Vegas. He told me all about the debauchery you two engaged in.” She blushed and looked down. “I wish things would’ve been better for you two. You deserve it.” She looked up at him once again. “Maybe I’ll see you around town.” She nodded. “Goodbye, Buffy.”

“Goodbye, Xander,” she said sadly, watching him leave. She closed the door behind him and wasn’t surprised when Dawn walked into the kitchen. She had called to tell her what had happened after getting off of the phone with Lilah, keeping the more personal details private. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Dawn said, hugging her older sister. “I couldn’t help but hear what Xander said to you.” Buffy looked down. “You and Spike…?”

“We gave it a shot,” she answered quietly. “It didn’t work.” Dawn ran her hand over Buffy’s hair.

“I’m sorry,” she replied sincerely. “I had hoped you two would hook up.”

“That’s because you wouldn’t mind him as a brother-in-law,” Buffy said in a light tone. “But to no avail- I’m single Buffy again.”

“And is single Buffy okay?” Dawn asked, noticing the sad look in her sister’s eyes.

“She will be,” she answered. “She’s just battling some inner turmoil right now.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Dawn asked, trying to be helpful.

“No, but thank you,” Buffy replied. “Things will work out in due time.”

‘I hope.’
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A/N First, I want to say thanks again to those who reviewed the last chapter- you all just keep blowing me away!:) Second, I want to say Happy Birthday (again) to my friend and co-author Ashlee! Everyone be sure to wish her happy birthday, also:)

A week later, Buffy walked into Lilah’s office and took a deep breath before sitting in the chair in front of her editor’s desk. Lilah looked at her employee with a stern expression.

“Why haven’t I received your article yet?” she asked, crossing her arms. “It’s been more than enough time.”

“I just don’t know how to broach the subject of the lead singer,” Buffy answered honestly, looking down. “Every draft I’ve written makes him sound like a jerk, and even though he is, a part of me can’t write something that’s so clearly negative about him.”

“Were you boning him or something?” Lilah asked, raising an eyebrow, and Buffy looked at her boss, shocked.

“What?” Buffy asked, hoping she didn’t give away the truth.

“Not to sound unprofessional, but I don’t see why you’d be on this guy’s side after everything he did to his friends,” Lilah replied. “And I’m guessing that he did something pretty horrible to you, as well, but that’s not keeping you from telling the public how awful he is. So, what gives? Did you two have a secret tryst? Several midnight romps?”

“If you expect me to discuss this with you, think again,” Buffy replied, both upset and angry. “You’re my boss, and you’re right- you did sound unprofessional.”

“Then don’t think of me as your boss for a minute,” Lilah suggested. “Think of me as your friend.” She paused. “Or therapist, your choice. I might be more comfortable with the latter.”

‘So would I,’ Buffy thought. ‘But I just want to get the hell out of here.’

“There’s nothing between Spike Crawford and I,” Buffy answered, looking down. “There was for a little while but not anymore. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter, so don’t try forcing out more.”

“Do you owe him anything?” Lilah asked. “And I’m not talking about money or material items.” Buffy looked at her boss. “Did he hurt you? Emotionally?”

“Sure, but I deserved what he said, and it’s not like I didn’t say some pretty wretched things to him, too,” Buffy replied. “I know it should be easy for me to write this article and blame everything on Spike, but I really don’t think I want to do that. For some reason, I don’t know if he deserves it.”

“Maybe because on some level you still care about him,” Lilah said, shrugging. “But one of the rules a reporter is supposed to follow is to not let your emotions get involved. That can lead to forming biases or not writing things accurately, which in turn makes an article not so print-worthy. Understand?” Buffy nodded slightly.

“Have you talked to Angel?” she asked quietly, and Lilah nodded. “How does he feel about me writing the article still?”

“He said it’s your decision if you write it and what the content is,” Lilah answered. “I think he feels pretty betrayed, just like the other two band-mates, but he’s a survivor.” Lilah laughed quietly.

“Did he say if the other two guys were going to keep the band and replace Spike, or are they maybe just going to call it quits, too?” Buffy asked, and Lilah shook her head, studying the woman sitting in front of her.

“Careful, Summers- it almost sounds as if you’ve formed an attachment to these guys,” Lilah smiled, and Buffy looked down. “I only know the bare minimum about what’s going on. If you want answers, go see Angel. I’m sure my cousin can fill in the blanks for you.” Buffy stood up. “But remember what I said about involving your emotions in the article.” Buffy looked at her editor. “Letting your feelings dictate an article doesn’t always lead to the best reports. They tend to make things boring.”

“Feelings are what make you human,” Buffy replied, walking to the door before looking at her boss. “But I guess you wouldn’t know anything about that, Lilah.” Buffy walked out of the office, and Lilah smiled, nodding.

‘There’s hope for her yet,’ she thought.

* * *

Less than an hour later, Buffy arrived on Angel’s doorstep and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He opened it and was surprised to see her.

“Hello, Buffy,” he said, opening the door wider so she could walk inside.

“Hi, Angel,” she replied, moving past him and looking around the large loft apartment. “This is really nice.”

“It helps when your parents have money sometimes,” he said, smiling softly. She returned the gesture. “Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?”

“Actually, I just came to get some information,” she answered. “About the band.”

“And Spike?” he asked, looking at her with a knowing expression. She looked down. “Have a seat.” He ushered her to sit on one of the black leather couches in his living room area. She sat down and watched as he walked to the kitchen. “I have water, soda, juice, a bottle of Jack Daniels…”

‘Probably left over from Spike,’ she thought, sighing.

“Soda is fine,” she answered, and he returned to her, handing her a can. “Thanks.” He nodded and sat down on a parallel chair.

“So, I’m assuming you’re still writing the article?” he asked casually, clasping his hands together.

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “Your cousin is kind of forcing me to.” He laughed.

“I assumed as much,’ he replied. “Well, fire away, Miss Reporter. What do you want to know?”

“Is the band over?” she asked. “Or are Xander and Oz looking to replace Spike?”

“That’s all up in the air right now,” he answered. “They don’t want it to end, so I’m betting that you’ll see them onstage again eventually.” She smiled and looked away. “You miss him, don’t you?”

“I miss being away from Sunnydale,” she said quietly. “And all that that implies.”

“Do you want to hear about him?” he asked, noticing that she was slightly fidgeting.

“It’s probably best if I don’t,” she answered, looking at Angel once again. “It’ll only make things harder.”

“Why is that?” Angel asked curiously.

“Because my feelings will get in the way of me writing my article,” she said. “Well, that’s what Lilah thinks, and sadly enough, I have to agree with her. Reporters aren’t really supposed to have feelings.”

“Explains the cold-hearted bitch vibe you used to give off,” a voice said from above them. She froze as she looked up at the loft, seeing Spike appear at the railing. “Hello, cutie.”
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A/N I know that ending the chapter here was mean, but if I had continued on, this chapter would be tremendously long, and I like to keep them fairly short. I know that there's been a lack of Spike in both this chapter and the last, but trust me, there's A LOT of Spike in the next one LOL About reporters and feelings- I'm not a reporter, so I don't know how much of that is true. If anyone has suggestions for how Buffy reacts to Spike in the next chapter, feel free to tell me what you think and maybe I'll incorporate one or two into it. Thanks bunches!:)

Buffy’s mind was reeling as she stared at Spike, looming above her.

‘Why is he here? How long has he been listening?’ she asked herself, beginning to panic. ‘I never should’ve come here. This was a bad idea…a very, very bad idea.’

Spike slowly descended the stairs, never once taking his eyes off of hers.

‘She’s pretty cute when she looks flustered,’ he thought as he sat beside her on the couch.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked quietly, somewhat nervous.

‘This wasn’t supposed to happen,’ she thought. ‘I wasn’t supposed to see him this soon.’

“I was invited, luv,” he answered, smiling slightly. “It’s my friend’s apartment, after all.” He looked between her and Angel. “I should be the one asking you that same question.”

“Needed information for my article,” she said, looking down. “But I’m sure you know that, what with listening and everything to the conversation.”

“What makes you think I was listening?” he asked, smirking. She looked at him, surprised. “Who am I kidding? Of course I was listening. I wasn’t just sitting up there and muting you out.”

“I’ll let you two talk,” Angel said, heading towards his door. “Please don’t destroy anything in my absence. If anything gets broken, I’m making one of you pay.” He smiled softly at Buffy before leaving. She took a deep breath as Spike focused on her once again.

“So, you’re writing the article still, it seems,” Spike said. “Didn’t know if you would or not.”

“It’s my job,” she replied, studying a chip in Angel’s glass coffee table.

“So, what are you going to write about me?” he asked, deciding to cut to the chase.

‘Don’t need to string the conversation along,’ he thought. ‘It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be alone here with me, and rightfully so. Not like her and I split up on good terms.’

“I don’t know,” she answered simply, not willing to look at him. “I suppose I should be honest, though, shouldn’t I?”

“I’m not the reporter here,” he replied, shrugging. “I don’t really know how you should be, but as a reader, honesty usually makes the best news.”

“Then I guess it’s going to be one amazing article,” she said, suddenly filling with anger, choosing to stop holding back her feelings. She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. “I can tell everyone about how you screwed over your band-mates in hopes that you could have a solo career. About how you got absolutely shit-faced before a show, made a jackass out of yourself, and left your friends high and dry in Reno during the first week of the tour. In fact, I could totally ruin any thoughts of you becoming a solo artist with this article. People aren’t going to support a guy who’s selfish, rude, and disloyal.” She smirked. “Sounds like a pretty interesting story to me, don’t you think?”

“Captivating,” he said sternly. She looked away, nodding.

“Yeah, I think it’ll be a big hit,” she replied. He took a deep breath and looked at her.

“I know I was a wanker to you, pet,” he said quietly. “The things I said to you were uncalled for, and the way I treated you was equally as bad. You didn’t deserve it, and I’m sorry.” She looked at him, crossing her arms.

“I’m not going to say that I didn’t deserve it because I did,” she said. “I was pretty horrible to you, too, Spike, but unlike you, I’m not going to apologize. I gave as good as I got…and I think it was worth it.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What happened with us wasn’t exactly good,” she answered. “We didn’t start off on the right foot, and a couple of days later, we’re sleeping together in Vegas?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time,” he said, somewhat angry, clenching his jaw.

“That’s because I didn’t see how wrong it was then,” she replied. “I thought things between us were going to get better after that night, but they didn’t.” She paused. “I’m pretty sure we already discussed this, haven’t we? Isn’t this what started the fight between us?” He nodded, looking down. “But my point is, it was a bad idea and pretty unprofessional of me to even think of getting involved with you. I’m sorry that things didn’t pan out, but I think we both knew somewhere inside that they wouldn’t.” He looked at her. “Have you apologized to them?”

“Xander and Oz?” he asked, and she nodded. “We met up last night here.”

“Are things patched up between you three?” she asked, and he shrugged.

“I don’t quite know if they ever will be, but I’m making an effort to fix things,” he said. She smiled softly.

“Good,” she replied. “I’m glad to hear it.” She looked at her watch and sighed. “I should probably go.”

“Can I ask you something first, luv?” he asked, and she hesitantly nodded. “Do you regret what happened in Vegas?”

“Sometimes,” she answered, looking down.

“I guess ‘sometimes’ is something,” he said, smiling softly. She looked at him and saw what she considered to be a hopeful look in his eyes. She stood up and walked to the door. “Am I going to see you again?”

“I don’t know,” she said, not turning to look at him. “It’s a small town- it’s not like I can hide.” He smirked.

“And I know where you live,” he added. She smiled to herself and opened the door. “Bye, Buffy.”

“Goodbye, Spike,” she said, letting herself out and closing the door behind her before leaning back against it.

‘Why do I always get myself into trouble?’ she asked herself before leaving quickly and dialing a number on her cell phone. She smiled when someone picked up on the other line.

“Hi, Willow.”

* * *

Twenty minutes later, Buffy and Willow were seated at a table in the Espresso Pump, drinking coffee.

“So, what do you think I should do?” Buffy asked the redhead. “I mean, whatever I write will affect your fiancé and his career, too.”

“Don’t worry about Oz,” Willow said. “This is more about you and Spike.”

“But it shouldn’t be,” Buffy replied. “I’m just a reporter who was involved in the mess. The guys are the ones who matter in this, not me.” She looked down. “Do I tell people the truth? What Spike did?”

“Is that what you want to do?” Willow asked. “Will it make things better for you? Easier?” Buffy looked at her. “Will you be better able to cope with things?”

“I guess, maybe,” Buffy answered, shrugging. “But I don’t know if I really want to write an article that’s clearly bashing Spike.”

“Because you care about him,” Willow said quietly, smiling softly.

“You’re the second person who has suggested that today,” Buffy replied.

“Then it must be true,” Willow said. “Isn’t it?” Buffy looked down once again and nodded. “It makes sense that you don’t want to write something bad about him.”

“Even if on some level I think he deserves it?” she asked. Willow shrugged. “I do care about him, Willow, and yeah, maybe he deserves it, but I should be the better person, right? I should write something that covers what happened neutrally and doesn’t hurt him more, don’t you think?”

“Will that make you happy?” Willow asked. “Will writing an article like that make you feel better about things?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy answered. “I guess it might be a start.” Willow smiled softly. “Have you always been this wise?”

“I read a lot,” Willow replied, and Buffy laughed. “I know things with you and Spike didn’t work out, but you’ve got to look at the surrounding factors of that situation. You were traveling together, didn’t know much about one another, and didn’t exactly get along in the first place.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Maybe you should reevaluate things and decide if maybe he deserves another shot.”

“Have you talked to him?” Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because it would seem that you know more than just what I’ve told you.”

“Oz has told me a little,” the redhead said. “And yes, I did run into Spike the other day. He seemed pretty troubled about things, especially everything concerning you.”

“Did he say something about me giving him ‘another shot’?” Buffy asked quietly, and Willow took a deep breath before nodding. “Are you serious?”

“He wants to start over with you, except it would be right this time,” Willow said. “He wants to try again and prove to you that he’s not the man you witnessed on tour.”

“Do you think I should give him another chance?” Buffy asked, looking into her half-empty mug.

“I think you should do what makes you happy,” Willow said. “You’re the only one who knows what’s good for you, Buffy. You just need to think things through and maybe the answer will come to you.”

“Are you indirectly telling me I should try again with Spike?” she asked, smiling slightly.

“You bet your ass I am,” Willow replied, laughing. “He’s my friend, too, you know, and I want him to be happy.”

“I’ll think about it,” Buffy replied before getting up and hugging Willow. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course,” Willow replied. “That’s what friends do.” Buffy smiled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my fiancé.”

“Say hi to Oz for me,” Buffy said, and Willow nodded. “Bye, Will.” She gave Buffy a little wave before walking away, and Buffy sat down once again, looking at her coffee.

‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ she asked herself. ‘I know- he could hurt me more.’ She sighed. ‘But I can do just as much damage.’ She closed her eyes for a brief second. ‘But things could be better, and I think him and I both deserve that, don’t we?’
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A/N I tried working in different ideas from everyone, so I want to thank those who left reviews after chapter 14! I also tried to make this chapter a little bit longer to appease those who like them that way:) The story is slowly nearing a close, so tell me what you think/hope happens- maybe I'll write in more ideas!

The following couple of days were hell for Buffy. She had written easily thirty drafts of the article and hated each and every one of them.

‘Either they sound generic or mediocre,’ she thought. ‘Why can’t I write this piece and be done with it already?’

She heard a knock on her door and sighed.

“Can you get that, Dawnie?” she asked loudly, hoping her little sister heard her.

“Yeah,” Dawn replied, exiting her bedroom and going to the door, opening it just as the visitor was about to knock again. “Oh my god.”

“Hi, Dawn,” Spike smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. She stared at him, her jaw slightly dropped.

“You remember my name?” she asked, a dreamy look in her eyes. He chuckled, and she snapped out of her trance before becoming defensive and crossing her arms. “What’re you doing here?”

“Is Buffy around?” he asked, trying not to sound nervous. She looked at him sternly. “Is that a no?”

“Why should I let you see her?” Dawn asked. “After you hurt her so much?”

“Because I care about her and want to make things better,” he answered sincerely. “Now can I see her?”

“If you hurt her again, Spike, I’m going to hunt you down and beat you to death with a shovel, okay?” she asked before smiling widely at him. He raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Sounds like a deal, pet,” he replied. She turned on her heel and walked to Buffy’s bedroom, watching her sister typing on her laptop. Spike decided to follow her and stopped to stand behind her, studying how aggravated Buffy looked with whatever she was working on.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have come here right now,’ he thought. ‘It’s best not to irritate her more than she already is.’

“Who was it?” Buffy asked, not looking up from the laptop’s screen.

“Me,” Spike answered quietly, and Buffy’s eyes instantly traveled upwards to focus on his. “Hello, luv.”

“Hi,” she said quietly, quickly closing her laptop.

“I’ve got a date with RJ in ten minutes, so I’ll see you later, Buffy,” Dawn said before looking at Spike. “And don’t forget about our arrangement, Crawford.” He watched her leave the apartment before looking at Buffy.

“When exactly did your sister get unbelievably scary?” Spike asked, leaning against the doorframe of her room.

“Should I even ask what your ‘arrangement’ is?” Buffy asked. “Plan on moving on to my sister next?”

‘Because I’m sure she’d love that,’ Buffy thought, sickened by the idea. ‘She’d love to be Miss Band-Aid 2005.’

“Is that what you want?” Spike asked, amused. “For me to date your sister?” She made a face and looked down, causing him to chuckle.

“A world of no,” she answered. “Unfortunately, she’s eighteen, so she’s not jailbait anymore, but that’s still wrong.”

“Don’t worry, Goldilocks- I’m not here for her,” he said, smiling. “I’m here for you.”

“Why?” she asked, bringing her knees up to her chin, trying to indirectly comfort herself.

‘This is only going to make writing harder, isn’t it?’ she asked herself. ‘Why do I see him at the worst possible times?’

“I wanted to see you again,” he said, slowly approaching her bed before sitting beside her on it. “I talked to Red yesterday and found out that you two talked.”

“Is that against the rules?” Buffy asked, slightly defensive. “We can’t share friends?”

“Did I say that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at her.

“No,” she mumbled, looking down. “Sorry.” He smiled slightly and noticed that she was fidgeting.

“Is that your nervous habit or something?” he asked, chuckling. “I’ve seen you do that several times now.”

“Is there something wrong with it?” she asked, looking at him. He raised his hands in surrender.

“No, just commenting on it, is all,” he replied. “I can see you’re in a foul mood- maybe I should go.”

“You came here to talk, so talk,” she said, looking at him with an unreadable expression.

“Red mentioned that you didn’t know what to write in your article, and I decided I want to help,” he said.

“You want to help?” Buffy asked in disbelief, and he nodded. “How do you propose doing that?”

“Well, I was there, wasn’t I?” he asked, smirking. “I figure I saw the same things you did, if not a hell of a lot more. I can give you more of the inside scoop.”

“I thought you didn’t want to play any part in the article?” she asked, surprised. He shrugged.

“It’s your job, isn’t it?” he asked, looking at her. “Besides, I can make sure you only include the truth.”

“Does that include everything about you?” she asked, opening her laptop.

“Figure it might as well,” he answered, shrugging. “I deserve whatever you write about me, and it’s not like most of the public doesn’t already think I’m an alcoholic bastard.”

“That could change, you know,” she replied, looking at him. “It doesn’t have to be that way.”

“And how are their opinions going to change?” he asked. “Through this article? You can’t really make me sound like a prince, Buffy, after what happened.”

“I know that,” she said quietly. “But you still can prove people wrong.” She sighed. “My opinion changed, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing yet,” he replied, looking at her.

“My point is that you don’t have to be the person that everyone thinks you are,” she said. “You’re better than that, Spike. You have the potential to be something far greater than an ‘alcoholic bastard’.”

“Is that really what you think?” he asked, tilting his head and studying her as she looked at her laptop.

“Yeah, I do,” she answered quietly before taking a deep breath. “So, as for collaborating on the article-”

“I’m just adding details,” he replied. “Not collaborating, luv. I’m making sure you state the facts. All of the facts.”

“Including the vicious truth about you?” she asked, smiling, and he nodded. “That’s career suicide, Spike.”

“And not writing this article is ‘career suicide’ for you, pet,” he replied, and she looked down. “Besides, I’ve decided to scrap the idea of becoming a solo artist. Too much bloody work.” She laughed quietly before looking at him.

“Do you think you’ll get back together with the guys?” she asked.

“I’d like to,” he answered. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if they told me to bugger off, especially Harris.”

“They’re your friends- I don’t know if they’d turn you away,” Buffy said. “I guess I wouldn’t blame them, but I don’t think they would. You were friends before the band, and I know they took it pretty hard when you quit.” He looked down, nodding. “But I’d at least throw the idea out there. What’s the worst that can happen? They reject you?” He looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “Then at least you would know it’s not an option.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he replied. “You know, you reminded me of Willow for a second.”

“Maybe her wisdom rubbed off on me,” she said, smiling, before taking a deep breath. “If I write this accurately, Spike, I doubt it’ll portray you in a good light. Can you live with the aftermath of that?”

“I deserve it, don’t I?” he asked. She looked at him.

“The jury’s still out on that one,” she answered before looking at her laptop.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, intrigued.

“It means that I don’t know exactly what you deserve anymore,” she said quietly before looking at him once again. “I think maybe you should go, Spike. I want to write this, and I have a feeling that you’ll somehow hinder what I decide to write.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” he said. “You’re the reporter, luv- write whatever you choose.” She looked at him, not caring that she was practically pleading with her eyes. “Fine, I’ll let you get to work. But if you need help, you have my number.” She nodded, and he stood up, walking to the door. “Buffy?” She looked at him. “Thanks.”

“For what?” she asked, confused.

“For giving me a chance,” he said, winking at her before walking out. She smiled softly and began typing.

‘If he thinks I’m giving him another chance…then he’s right.’

* * *

The next morning, Buffy walked into Lilah’s office, hoping that she came off as confident as she was trying to be.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite music reporter,” Lilah said, smiling at her employee. “Are you finished with your article?”

“Yes,” Buffy answered, handing a couple of sheets of paper to her editor.

“And how did you present the lead singer?” Lilah asked, skimming through the words on the paper in front of her.

“Read it to find out,” Buffy said, heading towards the door. “And be sure to read the last page- it’s a real humdinger.” Lilah raised an eyebrow as Buffy grinned and left the office.

About ten minutes later, Lilah was perplexed by what she had read.

‘Spike Crawford doesn’t sound like a jerk,’ she thought. ‘She makes him sound like a guy who made one or two wrong calls. I wanted drama and angst, but this is-’ She flipped to the last page.

Dear Lilah,

Over the last week or so, I’ve decided that I love working here, but I love my values and feelings more, and compromising both of those things isn’t something I want to do anymore, especially if it’s for my job. I realize that the article probably isn’t what you expected and/or wanted, but if I see any part of it changed, we’re going to have a little chat, and I can promise you that it won’t be of the pleasant variety. Everything I wrote is true, and I don’t want readers to have an agonizingly negative view of Spike Crawford. I’m sorry if that isn’t what you wanted to see, but that’s the article and I’m happy with it.

I’m putting in my two weeks notice as of now.

“I have some really interesting news,” Angel said as he put his cordless phone back on the receiver. Spike looked at him from his seat on the couch, flipping through a copy of “Young and Hip” magazine.

“And? What is it?” he asked. “Is the company who makes your hair gel going out of business? Because I can see how that’d be interesting to you.” Angel shot him a look. “Although, I don’t see how they could go bankrupt or anything- you buy a new bloody container of it every week.”

“Will you shut up already?” Angel asked, crossing his arms. “This is something that I think you really need to hear.”

“So why don’t you get on with it and tell me what’s so bleeding fascinating,” Spike said, looking at the magazine once again.

“Buffy quit her job,” Angel said, and Spike froze before looking at his manager and friend.

“She what?” he asked, shocked. “Why would she do that? Didn’t she write the article?”

“No, it seems she did,” Angel answered, sitting on a chair across from him. “But she gave Lilah her two weeks notice this afternoon, so I don’t know why she would quit.”

“But she wrote the article?” Spike asked, and Angel nodded. “Did Lilah say how it turned out?”

“She said that Buffy portrayed you as being a lovable fool,” Angel replied, noticing how Spike’s eyes lit up. “It sounds like she depicted you as making a few hasty decisions, but according to Lilah, she didn’t make you seem like a bad guy.” Spike closed the magazine he was holding and stood up. “So I guess that’s something, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Spike said, still stunned. “It’s something.” Angel smiled as his friend grabbed his car keys.

“Are you leaving?” he asked, already knowing exactly where Spike was going.

“Have to see a girl,” he answered before letting himself out of the apartment and going to his car outside.

‘If anyone made a stupid decision, it was her,’ he thought, getting into his car and speeding off.

* * *

When Buffy heard a knock on her door a couple of hours after packing up her office at the magazine, she didn’t know what to expect.

‘Maybe Lilah’s going to have me killed off,’ she thought, laughing to herself at such an asinine idea. ‘Or maybe she’s here to plead with me to take my job back.’ She smiled. ‘Now that’d be the day hell froze over. Lilah Morgan wouldn’t ever plead with an employee.’

As she opened the door, she felt a chill run through her as she saw Spike standing there, an icy look in his eyes.

“Hi,” she said quietly, and he walked inside her apartment, moving right past her. “Yes, please do come in. I don’t mind a bit.”

“Good,” he replied, crossing his arms. She raised an eyebrow as she closed the door, thoroughly confused by how he was acting.

‘What the hell did I do now?’ she thought.

“So, what brings you to my humble abode?” she asked, leaning back against her door.

“You quit your job,” he said sternly, and she tilted her head.

“Wow, news sure travels fast,” she replied. “How did you find out?”

“Lilah is Angel’s cousin, remember?” he asked, looking at her. She sighed and looked away.

“So, what? I can’t quit my job?” she asked, focusing on her coffeemaker.

“Why would you do something like that?” he asked. “I thought you loved it there.” She looked at him.

“I did,” she said. “But other things got in the way, and I was sick of playing by Lilah’s rules.”

“Did you quit because of me?” he asked, and she stared at him, quirking an eyebrow.

“Why would you think that?” she asked. “Are you really that full of yourself that you think I’d do something like this because of you?”

“Don’t be a bitch, Summers,” he replied sharply. “Just answer the bloody question.”

“I didn’t quit my job because of you,” she answered. “I quit because I constantly had to do things that I didn’t want to do or write things that compromised my values and beliefs.”

“Like the article about the band?” he asked, and she looked down, hesitantly nodding. “So it did have something to do with me.” She took a deep breath.

“The article was just a catalyst for me deciding to quit,” she said. “But when it boils down to it, you were about 5% of the reason, so I’m just going to stick by the fact that me leaving the magazine didn’t involve you.” He smiled slightly.

“Do you enjoy being stubborn or something?” he asked, and she looked at him, noticing the smile that was forming on his lips, causing her to smile, too. “Or is it that you just like being a pain in my ass?”

“A little of both, actually,” she replied. “So that’s why you came here? To criticize me for quitting?”

“Nope, there’s more,” he said. “I thought you told me that you needed that job. That the money you were earning was necessary to help Dawn out and to keep you two afloat financially.”

“It was,” she answered, shrugging. “But if you think I quit without having a back-up plan, you’re wrong, buck-o.”

“So what are you going to do instead?” he asked curiously. “Flip burgers at Doublemeat Palace?”

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” she asked, laughing. “Would make you feel all superior.”

“Not a chance, luv,” he replied. “I’d just pay off all of your bills for you.” She shook her head, still smiling.

“I was offered a position on the staff of The Sunnydale Times,” she said. “I’ll still be a music reporter, but now I get to cover new movies, too.”

“Sounds like it’s right up your alley, then,” he said, smiling, and she nodded.

“And now I can go see movies every weekend and right them off as being for work,” she said, grinning. “You wouldn’t believe how excited Dawn was to hear that.”

“But isn’t your salary going to be a lot lower?” he asked casually. “A lot lower?”

“By about two dollars an hour, yeah,” she answered. “It could really be worse. I’d take an even more drastic pay-cut so as to not have to deal with Lilah daily.”

“If she’s anything like Peaches, I don’t blame you,” he said, chuckling.

“Hey, Angel really is a peach compared to Lilah,” she replied, smirking. “She’s the devil, I swear.”

“Angel has his evil side, too, you know,” he said. “Maybe it’s in their genes or something.” She giggled and looked down. “Lilah told Angel that you didn’t make me sound like a jerk in your article.” She nodded, not willing to look at him. “Why not?”

“Because when push came to shove, you didn’t deserve it,” she answered. “You realize you messed up and have apologized to all of us. I don’t really see why I should punish you more for something that you obviously regret doing.” He smiled softly. “Besides, I don’t want the whole town to hate you.”

“Just you, right?” he asked, and she looked at him, confused. “You’re the only one who’s supposed to hate me, yeah?”

“And Dawnie,” she answered, smiling. “Don’t forget her and that ‘arrangement’ you two have.”

“Did she tell you about that?” he asked, chuckling, and she nodded.

“I’d believe her,” she said. “She’s a hair-puller, too, just to warn you.” He smiled and looked down, putting his hands in his pockets.

“So, what happens from here?” he asked. “Are we still going to talk?”

“I don’t know- are we?” she asked, looking at him. He took a deep breath before focusing his eyes on hers.

“I want to,” he said. “I mean, I know what happened before between us didn’t exactly go well, but I’m a good man, Buffy, and I’d like the chance to prove it to you.”

“Okay,” she said nonchalantly, shrugging. He raised an eyebrow.

“‘Okay’?” he asked, surprised by her demeanor. “That’s your answer?” She grinned.

“Yes, Spike, I’ll give you another chance,” she answered. “But on one condition.” He smirked.

“And what’s that, pet?” he asked, approaching her and wrapping his arms around her, looking down into her eyes.

“You’ll let me interview you,” she said, smiling.

“Why? The article is done, isn’t it?” he asked, confused.

“So what? You owe me an interview, at least,” she said. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“Fine, I’ll let you bloody interview me,” he replied. “But you won’t publish your findings anywhere, will you?”

“Only if you make me mad, I will,” she answered, winking at him, causing him to laugh.

“Then it looks like it’ll just stay between us then, won’t it?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“Yes, I guess it does,” she said before leaning up and kissing him.
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A/N Thanks to everyone for the great reviews lately- I really do appreciate them! The story shall be coming to a close soon, I think, so opinions are encouraged!:)

As Buffy laid beside Spike in her bed one week later, she looked at the look of contentment on his features and smiled, noticing how hard he was still breathing after one of their daily coupling sessions.

“Can I interview you now?” she asked quietly, dancing her fingertips lightly over his torso.

“Do anything you want to,” he answered, looking at her with a smirk. “But if you’re going to interview me, could you make it a little kinky or something? I haven’t quite had my fill yet of you.” She giggled and kissed him before pulling the sheets up to her chest, covering herself. “Come on, luv, I’ve already seen all of your goods. I think I have almost every inch of your skin memorized by now.”

“Probably,” she replied, smiling. “But I have a feeling you won’t be able to concentrate on what I’m asking you if I’m not covered. You’ll be too busy ogling me.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said, chuckling. “What do you want to know? Am I going to have to explain my life story to you?”

“No,” she answered, looking at him. “Well, probably not. I don’t really know yet.”

“You haven’t prepared your questions for me?” he asked jokingly. “I’m shocked and appalled, pet. I’m surprised you don’t have a list of all of your potential inquiries lying about.” She gave him a playful glare before resting her head on his chest. “So, what’s question one, Goldilocks?” She took a deep breath. “If you’re afraid to ask why I’m so bloody gorgeous, don’t be- I’ll answer in a heartbeat.” She slapped his abs and giggled.

“No, that’s not a question,” she said, and he looked at her.

“I thought you didn’t know what you were going to ask me?”

“I never said that,” she answered, grinning. “I just didn’t know if I’d ask about your early years.”

“It’s probably better if you don’t,” he said, closing his eyes. “I was a ponce when I was younger.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” she replied, looking at him. “How could bad-ass Spike be a ‘ponce’?” She paused. “What’s a ‘ponce’?” He looked at her and chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

“I was a loser back then, kitten,” he said quietly. “You would’ve hated me.”

“What makes you think that?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

“You were a cheerleader, I was a nerd- not from the same caste system,” he explained. “Why do you think I’m the man I am today?”

“Because you’re overcompensating for the dork within,” she said, laughing, and he began to tickle her. “Don’t you dare!” She began to tickle him back and laughed hysterically when he shrieked like a girl. “Aha! There’s the effeminate William.” He shot her a look. “Sorry. Tell me more about how you used to be.”

“I wrote poetry,” he said, shrugging, and she looked at him, stunned. “What? It led to my passion for writing lyrics. There’s no shame in writing poems, is there?”

“What did you write about?” she asked curiously. “The sky, the grass, water-”

“I wrote about a woman,” he cut in. “My nanny Cecily.” She stared at him.

“Wait, stop there for a second,” she said, sitting up, pulling the sheets up with her. “I don’t know what’s more disturbing- you writing poetry or you writing about your nanny.” She frowned. “You had a nanny?”

“My parents have a lot of money,” he replied defensively. “It was a common thing when I was growing up.”

“Did you…love her?” she asked hesitantly, and he nodded, looking away. “You loved your nanny?”

“She was a beautiful woman,” he said, crossing his arms. “Can you blame me?”

“You loved a woman who helped raise you,” she replied. “Wasn’t she like a mother to you?”

“Yes, but-” he began, stopping when he saw the disgusted look on her face. “Cecily worked for my family until I was seven. After that, I saw her every once and a while. Obviously, that’s when I began to love her.”

“After she was no longer your nanny?” Buffy asked, clarifying. He nodded. “I guess that’s a little bit better, then.” She looked at him. “Key words there- a little bit.” He smiled. “Okay, so now that we’ve found out William adored his sexy nanny, what else is there to know about him?”

“Not too much,” he answered, shrugging. “He met Drusilla in high school and fell in love.”

“Was that when he transformed into Spike?” she asked, and he nodded. “Okay, so what happened after that with you and Dru?”

“Well, she convinced me to change myself,” he began to explain. “I traded in the dorky look for the present-day one.”

“The one I’ve affectionately deemed as the ‘Billy Idol’?” she asked, laughing. He smirked.

“Yes, that very one,” he said. “She changed me completely. I became more of a rebel after her and I met. I stayed out all night, slept during the day, and did some pretty stupid stuff.” He sighed. “But things were right with us. There was never a day I questioned if I should be with her.”

“What happened after that?” she asked, noticing the hurt look in his eyes.

“We were together for a while and decided we wanted a new scene,” he said. “So we moved here. I met the guys and we formed the band. It wasn’t too long after that when I found out Dru was cheating on me.” She looked at him sadly. “I was too preoccupied with trying to get the band going that I wasn’t around, and I guess I really neglected her.”

“Even if that’s true, that’s not a justifiable reason for her cheating on you,” she said quietly. “If she loved you, she wouldn’t have.” He ran his hand over Buffy’s hair and sighed. “I would never cheat on you.”

“And I wouldn’t ever cheat on you,” he whispered. “But back to the story…we broke up and I continued to live my life, even though I was heart-broken for a very long time.” He smiled. “And then things really perked up for me when a hot blonde fireball walked into a club one night.” She grinned and looked at him. “And it’s been a roller-coaster ever since.”

“But the ride isn’t close to being over, is it?” she asked, taking his hand in hers and lacing their fingers together.

“Not even close, pet,” he affirmed, pulling her back down to lie beside him. “Unless you want it to be over?”

“If I could survive the twists, bends, and steep drops, I think I can handle more,” she said.

“That’s my girl,” he replied, kissing her softly.
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A/N The epilogue is going to be next, just to give everyone a heads-up. Depending on how much homework I have to do between tonight and tomorrow, I might not be able to update until Saturday, but I'm going to do my best to post tomorrow. Thanks:)

Six Months Later




“Buffy, we need to go,” Dawn said loudly, waiting in the kitchen of their apartment and tapping her foot impatiently on the ground. “The concert starts in ten minutes!”

“Hold your horses,” Buffy replied, quickly walking into the kitchen as she slid on her black heels. “Do I look okay?”

“You could be wearing a potato sack and still manage to look good,” Dawn said, grabbing Buffy’s car keys for her. “And Spike adores you no matter what, so there’s no point in outdoing yourself to look gorgeous.”

“Is my sister actually paying me a compliment or two?” Buffy asked jokingly, taking her keys and kissing Dawn’s cheek. “Come on, Spike gets testy when I’m late.”

“You’ll just blame it on me, anyways,” Dawn said as they left the apartment. “He’ll forgive you in no time.” Buffy smiled and got in the elevator, standing beside her sister. “It didn’t really take you three hours to get ready, did it?”

“I was working on that article for the paper about Dingoes Ate My Baby getting back together,” Buffy answered. “None of my drafts sounded right, but I think I might have come up with a winner.”

“All of your articles are good, Buffy,” Dawn said. “Besides, does it really matter if it sucks or not? You and Spike are still moving in together in a couple of weeks.” She smiled and leaned back against the wall of the elevator. “And I get to experience dorm-life. Things just don’t get better than that.”

“Yeah, you’ll be saying that when you fail your classes and come over on the weekends to wash your clothes because you hate the fact that someone steals some of your clothes out of the dryer,” Buffy replied, and Dawn raised an eyebrow. “Trust me, I know how these things go. You’ll be singing a new tune after a couple of weeks.”

“Then can I move in with you and Spike?” she asked, and Buffy shook her head vigorously. “Yeah, it’s probably for the best. I don’t want to walk in on any sex-capades.”

“Dawn!” Buffy said loudly, shooting a look at her sister. “Can we not talk about this? I know it happened once last month, but haven’t I apologized enough?”

“I was scarred for life,” Dawn said, giggling. “Well, not by seeing Spike naked because, let’s face it, he has the body of a god. You’re one lucky girl.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Buffy replied, laughing. “We should hurry- I can’t be late tonight. Spike said he wants to see me before he goes onstage.”

* * *

When Spike saw Buffy walk into the club, looking as beautiful as usual, he felt his nervousness kick in again, his hands slightly shaking.

‘Why is this so terrifying?’ he asked himself, ordering a beer. ‘It shouldn’t be…maybe this is a bad idea.’

“Hey, gorgeous,” Buffy said, greeting Spike with a hug and kissing him softly. “How’re you?”

“Petrified, actually,” he answered, taking a deep breath before getting down on one knee in front of her. Buffy stared at him in shock, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as tears began to form. Dawn looked at Spike and started crying.

‘Oh my god,’ she thought. ‘This is really happening. My sister’s going to get married…to a rock-star!’

“Please don’t cry, luv, because I’m really trying hard not to, myself,” Spike said quietly, looking up at Buffy.

“Sorry,” she replied quickly, wiping off the corner of her eyes. He took both of her hands in his and took another deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves a little. “What’re you doing?”

“What do you think, princess?” he asked, laughing nervously.

“Will you stop procrastinating and ask the question already?” Dawn asked, wiping off her cheeks.

“Well, if you’ll wait a bloody minute, maybe I’ll have a chance to,” Spike said, smiling sheepishly at her before looking up at Buffy once again. “I know that we haven’t been together that long, and things really sucked in the beginning, but I love you, and there’s nothing I’d like more than to spend the rest of my life with you.” She began tearing up again. “Will you honor me with the privilege of calling you my wife someday?”

“Spike-” she answered, and his heart instantly sank. “Are you kidding?” He looked down, biting back the tears that were threatening to spill over. “I don’t think marrying me is a privilege, but if you think it is, then I guess I can honor you with it.” His eyes widened as he stood up and embraced her tightly, crying into her shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, looking at her and grazing her cheek. “So bloody much.”

“Not to ruin the mood, but where’s the ring?” Dawn asked, looking at Spike. He grinned and pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket.

“Wanted to hear her say yes before showing it to her,” he said, opening the box and revealing a platinum ring with a large square diamond in the center with smaller diamonds surrounding it.

“It’s beautiful,” Buffy said, looking at it before looking at her fiancé. “Will you put it on for me?”

“Haven’t you noticed how badly my hands are shaking?” he asked, chuckling. “I might drop it.”

“You better not!” she replied, trying to take the box from him, but he intercepted her.

“No, I want to do this,” he said, extracting the ring from the box and sliding it onto her left hand’s ring finger. She looked at her engagement ring and noticed how the lights above her were making it sparkle.

“Spike, it’s perfect,” she said quietly before leaning up and kissing him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Yeah, Spike, nice choice,” Dawn said. “Welcome to the family.” He smiled and hugged her. “But I still stand by what I said that day about you hurting her.” He chuckled.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget it,” he said before looking at Buffy. “I have to get onstage, but before I go, one last kiss.” She smiled as his lips brushed against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, William,” she said. “Are you ever going to show me your poems?” He raised an eyebrow. “I know you’ve written some about me. When can I see them?”

“Never,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “I’ll see you from the stage.” She nodded and watched as he walked into the backstage area. Willow and Anya were sitting at the bar, talking and grinning when Buffy and Dawn walked over to them.

“So? Did you say yes?” Willow asked excitedly, and Buffy nodded giddily, showing them her ring. “Wow, Spike made a really nice choice.” Willow looked at her. “Can you believe that all three of us are engaged?”

“Seems surreal,” Anya said, ordering another drink. “We should have a triple wedding.”

“I have a feeling the guys wouldn’t go for that,” Willow said, shrugging. “Speaking of which…” All of the girls turned to face the stage as the band walked out, the audience clapping and cheering. Buffy grinned at Spike when he walked up to the microphone and winked at her.

“First, I want to thank everyone for coming here tonight and supporting the band,” he said, the crowd applauding once again. “It means a lot that people stuck with us through a hard time.” He looked at his band-mates and smiled before looking at his fiancé again. “And second, I want to thank my love for staying by my side and not giving up on me, even though I was a right bastard to you.” She laughed, looking at him lovingly. “And I’m proud to announce tonight that we’re engaged.” The bar erupted into deafening cheering, and Buffy grinned when Dawn hugged her, both girls giggling. “This show’s for you, luv.”

“I love you,” she mouthed at him, and he smirked at her.

“I love you, too,” he said, forgetting for that moment that he was in front of the crowd and that everyone could hear him.

‘But then again, it doesn’t matter,’ he thought. ‘I’d shout it out from the bloody rooftops if she wanted me to.’

Buffy watched him adoringly before taking a deep breath and looking at her ring.

‘I’m getting married to him,’ she thought before looking at him. ‘Well, whoever said you can’t mix business and pleasure was a fool. At least we’re not on the tour-bus anymore.’ She paused and giggled. ‘Although I wouldn’t mind repeating Vegas again.’


THE END
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A/N Well, that's the end of this fic. I hope everyone enjoyed it because I know I certainly enjoyed writing it. I want to thank everyone for their support and sweet reviews- you kept me going and helped me gain inspiration to write more:)