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Chapter Eight

The ringing of Buffy's cell didn't wake Buffy. Doyle, feeling slightly restless, snatched her phone from the floor before it did wake her.

"Buffy's phone."

"Doyle?"

"Spike?"

"Yeah, hi—Buffy there?"

"She is. She's sleeping."

"Oh."

"How's Harmony?" Doyle couldn't help himself from asking.

"What's her deal with Buffy?"

Doyle sighed. "Oh they hate each other."

"Gathered as much. Why?"

Doyle took a deep breath and stepped out of his room, padding down the hall and shutting the door behind him in his fathers study.

"Doyle? You still there?"

"Yeah, sorry. I left the room so I wouldn't wake Sleeping Beauty."

"Wait. She's sleeping in your room?"

Doyle grinned; he could have fun with this. "Yep. In my bed."

"I thought you were gay!" Spike yelled into the phone.

"I am. I'm sleeping on the pull out couch in my room."

"Oh," Spike said calmly, sounding embarrassed.

"So, Harmony and Buffy. . . Harmony moved to Sunnydale when Buffy was
a junior in high school."

"When did you and Buffy meet?"

"Senior year. This is the story as I understand it from Buffy's mouth."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Harmony hailed from L.A. and she was popular there. She came here and
knew no one. Buffy felt bad for the ‘new kid' and took her under her wing.
Well, time passed and Harmony realized that being friends with Buffy was
not getting her part of the ‘in' crowd that she so desired to be part of. You
know Buffy, she isn't much of a follower."

"I know," Spike said fondly. "She's a leader that one."

"Yes, well, Harmony is sheep. She is a follower. And, to become part of the ‘in' crowd, she spread rumors about Buffy—some true, some not true. Considering all the so called popular kids at Sunnydale talked trash about everyone, it elevated Harmony to Queen B."

"That cold hearted bitch," Spike swore harshly.

"Exactly. Since then, they've been at each others throats."

"Did Buffy spread any rumors about her to get her back?"

"No. She said she wasn't going to stoop to Harmony's level and was going to
take the high road."

"Not sure I would have been able to do that," Spike chuckled.

"However, now Harmony attends University with Buffy and Harmony still
tries to make her life hell. Just for the fun of it. Apparently she's forgotten
that you're supposed to grow up from high school drama once you attend
college."

"That bloody bitch..."

"So. You can understand why Buffy made with the leaving tonight."

Spike groaned, "She saw us?"

"Fraid so."

"Shit," Spike muttered.

"Virgin ears!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I –"

"I'm just kidding. You can say whatever the fuck you want."

Spike laughed. Then, sobering, "Is she mad at me?"

Doyle pondered how to approach this one. "I don't think she's exactly
angry, but making out with her arch enemy on the dance floor was
probably not what Buffy wanted to see."

"I didn't know that—"

"How could you? You were gone before it all happened."

Spike sighed. "That's it right there. I wasn't there."

"You're here now."

"Yeah . . . I wish I'd never – I'm not with her, Doyle."

"Harmony?"

"Right. I couldn't –she wasn't my type."

"And what is your type Spike?"

"Uh, women first of all," Spike said carefully.

Doyle rolled his eyes. "I wasn't hitting on you, Spike. Although I will be
hitting you up for questions on your friend Xander."

"Xander?"

"That's his name right?"

"I don't think he's—"

"Oh honey, he so is," Doyle chuckled.

Spike started to laugh. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh, that was rude of me."

"I don't offend easily."

"So is Buffy—I mean, she's all right?"

"She's fine. Just wasn't happy to see you trading spit with Harmony. She
worries about you, you know."

"I know," Spike said softly. "I worry about her too."

"I know."

"Can you let her know I called?"

"Of course."

"And could you tell her that—could you tell her I'm sorry?"

"I will."

"I'm glad she has you in her life, Doyle."

"Thanks, Spike. Means a lot coming from someone who means so much to
her." Doyle paused, waiting to see if he took some of that bait.

Silence. Then, "I – I mean a lot to her?"

"If I may borrow British slang for a minute—She think you hung the bloody
moon."

"She does?"

Doyle could practically see Spike smiling from the phone.

"She does."

"Doyle, can you tell me what her schedule is tomorrow? I'd like to catch her
at some point if I could . . . "

Doyle grinned, God, he was good at this!



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"So, he didn't, you know, hook up with her?" Buffy asked for the
thousandth time the following day.

"I didn't get the impression they fornicated, no. You've only asked me a
trillion times, but what's a trillion and one really?"

Buffy smacked his chest. "Shut up. Stand further back, I want to really practice."

Doyle shook his head and backed up some more. Buffy confided she felt the need to whale on something and figured that it was time to practice her batting as she planned to try out for softball the following spring.

"Does it make me less gay to actually enjoy baseball?" Doyle asked her.

Buffy giggled, "I don't think so, honey."

Doyle pitched and Buffy smiled with satisfaction at the sound of the
wooden bat making contact with the ball. It went flying over Doyle's head.
Good thing he had a pile of balls next to him, no doubt about it that Buffy
was a good hitter.

"Feeling any better?" Doyle asked.

Buffy shrugged and got into her stance. "Pitch the ball."

"You're so bossy!"

She grinned and he pitched again. She missed.

"You swing like a girl."

Buffy relaxed her stance and turned to see Spike standing a few feet away,
smiling at her.

She smiled back and then frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm off work and Mum said you came to the park to practice."

"Yeah, I felt like hitting something," she said pointedly.

He sauntered over. "Buffy, I didn't know about you and Harmony."

"How could you have? You weren't here."

"You're right, I wasn't. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, please."

"I'll try," he reached out and brushed some dust off her cheek. He smiled
warmly.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you I was leaving," she mumbled, looking down. Just a
simple touch on her cheek and she felt a tremble run through her.

"I was worried."

"Yeah, Doyle said you called."

"I did. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I was fine. What about you? How was the Public Display of Affection?
Everything you wished for and more?"

He looked down, kicked some dirt. "She's not a very nice person."

"That's a nice way of saying she's a ho. Did you get what you wanted out of
her?"

Spike shook his head. "No. I wasn't thinking Buffy."

"You didn't have sex with her?"

"No, Buffy, I didn't."

"Why were you making out with her like that?"

Spike ran a hand through his hair, "I was upset. I was trying to get over
something that's probably never going to go away and . . . I thought if I just
lost myself in the moment maybe I could forget for a little while."

Buffy bit her lip. "Oh," she looked up him, "Is it Drusilla? Was she on your
mind last night?"

He sighed heavily and looked away.

"You can tell me. You can tell me anything Spike."

He shook his head and she swore she saw tears in his eyes. "No, Buffy. I
can't tell you everything." He turned around and started walking away.

"Spike!" she called after him unsure as to what just happened.

"I'll see you when you get home," he called back, not bothering to turn
around.

"What the hell happened?" Doyle asked, jogging up next to her.

"I don't know. He said he was macking on Harmony to forget about
something, to make it go away, and that it didn't work. I asked if it was
Drusilla and he said no, but that he couldn't tell me."

Doyle nodded knowingly and wrapped a comforting arm around her.

"Did he say something to you last night?" Buffy demanded.

"Not about that which he's trying to forget."

Buffy looked up at her friend suspiciously. "You know something, don't
you?"

"Remember how I said last night that it wasn't the right time to tell him?"

Buffy knit her brows, confused. "Yeah?"

"I think now is the right time Buffy."





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