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Chapter 8

Days went by and their show kept getting better and better. They were great together. As Giles had called them, they were a ‘winning team’!
They argued even when they were on air, but by then that was the routine of their show.
Their listeners adored them and noticed something else, too. There were lots of sappy phone calls from some listeners asking Buffy and Spike if there was something between them. Of course, they denied everything and laughed at the thought, but their listeners weren’t so convinced about it.
Anyway, the audience had increased and Giles was euphoric. William, on the other hand, wasn’t too happy at the moment.
“That’s not true!”
“C’mon, William, be honest, since she is here things are going better!”
“Everything was alright even before... (sneeze) she’s not better than me!” he replied and then he coughed a little. “I’m not saying that she’s better than you, I’m just saying that with her even you are better!”
“Don’t tell... (sneeze)... crap! I’ve always tried my best, I could carry the show all alone and... (sneeze)!”
Giles handed a tissue to him. William had got flu, no doubt about it. His eyes were reddened and he kept coughing and sneezing.
“I know that, but tonight we’ll see how Buffy handles it alone!”
“What?” he almost cried. “Do you wanna replace me?”
“Absolutely not. But I don’t want a DJ in agony on air. So now you go back home, take some aspirins and go straight to bed!”
“That’s not necessary, just let me drop by a pharmacy and I‘ll be fine in a couple of hours!”
“No way, you are running a fever, too, so now you just go home. The show won’t fail if you don’t host it for one night ... or maybe you’re afraid that she is better than you?”
“Hell, no! First, she is * not * better than me! Second, I’m afraid of nothing. It’s just that I don’t want her to be alone... I mean, she’s not used to that... maybe she’ll get shy and keep silent... and what will you do if that happens?”
“Uhmm... if you think that could happen... maybe I could ask Parker to host with her for tonight, just to... “
Spike wasn’t even listening to his uncle anymore.
He knew Parker’s reputation and he would never allow him to touch his Buffy... well not his literally, he meant his mate... no, well... his colleague, he decided at the end, satisfied.
Maybe Parker would screw up everything with his playboy attitude and his bad habit of never taking his hands off girls... No... no!
“You’re right!” Spike surrendered finally.
“Ok, so do you want me to call Parker?”
“No bloody way! I meant, you’re right, Buffy needs to try to do the show alone, to see how well she can handle it...” he pointed out.
Giles hardly hid a snicker, looking at his nephew. He would never allow Parker to work with Buffy, he just needed a device to persuade Spike and he had found the right one.
“Ok, deal. Now I’ll warn her, so you can go back home...”
“Ok, I’m leaving, okay. Although it’s not necessary... (cough)... (cough)... I’ll go back home, but if the show fails... I warned you!” and saying that William left Giles’ office.

A couple of hours later, Buffy put on her headphones and she was visibly concerned. She had never hosted alone, except for Spike’s idiot joke the first night she was there, but now she would do that for real.
Working with him sometimes wore her out. She came back home exhausted due to their never-ending banter, but she liked things the way they were. She adored their never-ending banter but she liked being at the centre of the stage and not being a simple member of the audience, for once. Plus, he made her feel good. She was self confident when they worked together, but now she would be alone.

she thought.



Before the show, her mobile ring. She looked at the display, it was Spike.
“Hi!”
“Hey, are you nervous... (sneeze)?”
“No, everything is fine. What about you? Are you ok?”
“So and so, but I’m fine enough to listen to you..”
“What’s up? You don’t you trust me? Or are you afraid that I’ll be better than you?”
“Don’t say bloody crap! (sneeze)... I just think that if you’re not up for it... we can broadcast a re-run...”
“Hell, yeah, I’m up for it!” and the sudden anger replaced all of her previous fear. “I’m gonna do it perfectly, so I’ll show you who has talent!” she swore.
“What is that, pet? A challenge?”
“Maybe. Just listen to me and then you’ll let me know...”
“Ok, I have a public apology already prepared for tomorrow!”
“Ha, ha. Very funny. Now, if you don’t mind, I gotta conquer MY crowd!”
Spike didn’t manage to strike back when she hung up.
He smiled exasperated and pulled the covers over his body, turning on the radio and listening to it as carefully as never before.

Xander was behind the glass of the console, beckoning Buffy to get ready... three... two... one... and the red light ‘on air’ turned on.
Buffy took a deep breath and then started talking, self confident and relaxed as if she had done nothing else in her whole life.
- Good evening, lost souls! ‘Voices in the Night’ is still here, but there’s some news. Tonight I’ll be all alone, ready to enjoy all this space and your company! Spike’s got a bad flu, so I’m all you’ve got, you’ll keep me company and I’ll do the same with you. Before starting the show, here’s a nice song to cheer up those who are home sick, just a little something to warm their night. Let ‘Polly’ by Nirvana be our background and get along with the rhythm of the rain tonight... -

After the song started, Xander raised his thumb to Buffy and Spike smiled under the covers. He loved that song and Buffy knew it. Damn girl, he didn’t know about the crowd, but she was conquering him for sure!

The night went on and Buffy managed to conquer all the listeners. A phone call made her smile as the girl on the other side filled her with compliments.
- Hi, Molly, what do you want to tell me?-
- I want to tell you that you’re phenomenal, Buffy. I’m in my car, I’ve been driving for so long and I was looking for something to keep me awake, and then I heard you. You are really great, you cheered me up, you are the slayer of all the bad moments!-

Buffy smiled hearing that word and Spike did the same.

- I’m glad that you called. Anyway, are you feeling like a lost soul?-
- Yes, at least tonight. Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s all the driving alone back home, knowing that no one will be there. It’s a bad moment, I’m a little upset, I know that it will be over, but… do you ever fell alone? I mean, first you don’t realize it, but then you figure out that you miss someone. That the empty chair beside you bothers you, because you would like him to be there, even if just to argue. Because at first you hadn’t noticed it, but now you know that he made you feel alive, he made you feel better. Ok, sorry, I’m talking too much. It’s just that melancholy has taken over me... –
- Don’t worry, it’s normal to have a bad day, to feel sad and it’s good to talk with someone... –
There was a moment of silence, and Buffy stared at the empty chair beside hers. – Yes, it happens to me, too. I think that everyone sometimes feels alone and hates this feeling. I don’t have a solution, not even the right answer, but if you have been hurt, please, don’t isolate yourself from the rest of the world, because people are not the same and sometimes they deserve a chance… -
- Thank you, Buffy...-
- Don’t mention it, Molly! - she said, hanging up. – That’s all for tonight. I hope that the rain will rock your dreams as the splendid James’ voice warmed our hearts; all I can say to you is goodnight. This is for you, for everyone who feels alone, because they’re not alone and sooner or later they’ll find someone who holds them tight, and maybe, although you’re not girls but macho men... – she said, smiling – they will whisper to you ‘ Goodnight, Sweet Girl’.-

The song began and Buffy breathed satisfied, she thought she had handled the show very well and judging by the Xander’s face, he seemed to think so, too.
She rested on the chair and let the notes caress her soul. Her mobile vibrated and she read the SMS.
‘You did good, pixie. Goodnight, Slayer!’

She smiled and put her mobile in her bag. That night she felt really fine, despite of the rain.

After sending that message, Spike turned off the light as the notes filled the room.
He smiled, rolling his eyes. He would deny it, even under torture, but Buffy had handled it bloody good.

TBC





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