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Sitting by the window Ethan looked at the clock and knew Jenny would be awake getting ready for her morning run. If he called right now he'd be able to talk to her before she left the house. The one thing about being colleagues that worked well together, you also became friends.

She'd helped him and still did in dealing with his wife's condition. There was nothing sexual between them. Only the comfort of having someone to talk to and not judge is what she did for him. It was this quality to her work and friendship that he was sure Dru needed most; someone that would listen and be there to help guide her through this difficult time in the young woman's past, present, and future.

Dialing the number he knew by heart and felt it would be great to be working together again. It rang three times before Miss Calendar picked up the phone. He was relieved when she answered sounding awake. indicating his timing had been on the mark.

"So, Rayne you're calling me on a Sunday morning, what's wrong?" Jenny answered her phone, knowing it was Ethan calling, and it had to be important if he was awake so early on a weekend. She prayed it wasn't Julia, but was prepared to leave right away if it was.

"Oh, dear Jenny, I was hoping to invite you to come to Sunnydale. I have someone I'd like you to meet." Ethan decided to get right to the subject at hand.

"Give me an address and I'll leave after I clean up after my run." She replied, knowing that if he was calling, someone needed her help.

"Call me when you're ready to leave." Ethan explained, "We didn't get in until late and I don't have the address."

"I should be ready to leave within the hour. I'll cut my run short, and call you back soon."

Ethan's voice sounded tired and grateful as he replied, "I'm in your debt for this."

"No, Ethan it's just what friends do for each other; and you can tell me everything when I get there."

"I will warn you I really think this young woman's past is dark and painful." Ethan warned her.

"I promise to do what I can for her to bring her into the light." Jenny promised him, knowing how dedicated her friend was to helping those in need.

"I will wait for your call." Ethan replied and smiled as she said goodbye before hanging up. He knew he'd made a good choice in matching Dru with Jenny; she'd be able to earn Miss Summers trust and they would work well together.

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Buffy turned over and noticed the clock on the bedside table said it was going on eight in the morning. She couldn't believe she'd slept without any bad dreams; in fact it was the first night she'd slept dreamless since her nightmare life began the night Dawn died. The room was quiet except for the soft snoring of her best friend who was still sleeping beside her. She laid quietly at first wondering if she should get up just before her bladder told her it was a must to do so.

Her plan was a quick trip to the bathroom and then back to bed to see if she could go back to sleep. She wasn't really ready yet to face the day, except she looked forward to seeing Spike. Carefully she slipped out of the bed, hoping she wouldn't wake up Faith in the process. Tiptoeing to the door she looked back to make sure her friend was still sleeping before opening the door.

*******

Spike stretched his body to its max and he looked at the time and wished it was just a tad later then 8:00 a.m. He was sure no one else was awake, and wondered if he'd be able to fall back to sleep. Just as he started to doze off, nature called and he groaned as he got out of bed and put on his jeans.

Not caring what he looked like he scratched his head as he walked to the bedroom door. The need to go to the bathroom and his usual morning semi-erection made it a tad uncomfortable at the moment. It didn't help thinking how he couldn't wait to see Buffy and make sure she was doing okay.

He was still amazed she was his, and she felt the same about him. Spike knew without a doubt he was hers for as long as he walked on this earth. If she found she needed time to sort things out, he knew he'd wait, because he knew she'd come back to him in the end.

"We're meant to be, Kitten." He sighed as he opened the door to step out into the hallway.

*******

Hank found he couldn't fall back to sleep and needed to check on Dru to make sure she was still in her room. He'd never seen someone look so lost as when he watched Joyce lead her out of the bus station. Her voice sounded like a little girl's when she softly told him she was sorry she'd run away.

Opening the door to Dru's room made him feel a mixture of guilt for not knocking, and yet righteous in the fact he had a right to make sure his daughter was safely tucked in her bed. The morning light shined through the window making it possible to see her cuddled like a lost kitten in the middle of her bed asleep.

Never did she look so young and lost. Even in her sleep he could see she was troubled and in pain. He wished he had it all to do over again, starting with Dawn's difficult birth and her fight for life. Then he'd dealt with Dru's coming to live with them differently followed by how he handled Dawn's death.

The one thing he most wished he could do over was how he treated Buffy during all of this. Hank was sure he killed any chance of having Buffy in his life, as she should be. By taking the hate he felt toward himself and placing it on her he'd pushed her away, so she couldn't hurt him like Dawn had by dying. He realized now he'd pushed all of them away with the idea he'd be safe from losing them if he was the one to let them go first. Now he was witnessing the consequences of his actions and it hurt worse now knowing he could lose it all by him being selfish and stupid.

"You really fucked up this time Summers," he thought to himself, as he felt a part of him dying inside that he'd done the one thing he said he wouldn't do. Remembering Buffy's birth made him recall his promise to her the first time he held her in his arms to not be like his father.

Then it hit him; he'd become his old man. Hank vowed then and there to stop the madness. He'd do the one thing he father had never done. He'd fight for his family and most of all he'd do anything it took to make Buffy know he was sorry for how he'd treated her. He knew deep down there was nothing that could take away what he'd done, but he could make sure she knew he loved her and would support her any way he could.

Hank blew a kiss toward his oldest before shutting the door. It was time he took some time off from work and dealt with all his issues and did everything in his power to make his family whole again. He'd start writing Buffy a letter telling her he wanted a chance to work things out and that he would love a chance to apologize and talk when she was ready to see him. He would make sure to let her know this would be on her terms and needs.

First he needed to feel Buffy's presence as he moved to the door leading to her room. Opening the door he was hit with his middle child's scent. He noticed her bed hadn't been made and it made him smile as he walked over and lay down, wrapping his arms around her pillow. Hugging it close he could still smell her and he wished he'd done the same to Dawn's pillow when she'd died. As he remembered his spirited middle daughter and how it used to be, he began to doze off, finding some comfort being close to Buffy's things.

*******

Both Buffy and Spike looked at each other as they shut their doors and started to laugh. Spike cocked his head to the right as he took in how she seemed to be happy to see him, he could see the sparkle in her green eyes. She looked lovely in her sushi pajamas with her hair all tousled from sleep. He wanted to wake up to seeing this every morning; it was just going to be some time before he could.

Buffy loved how he tilted his head to look at her, giving her tingles in places that shouldn't be tingling just with seeing him. His hair was wild and she fought the urge to walk over and use her fingers to comb through it. It was so hard not to notice his naked chest, and not want to touch and trace the sculptured muscles outlined on his torso. She couldn't help but noticed his jeans was fully buttoned and there was a slight bulge present there that wasn't there last night, well not that she remembered anyway.

"Good mornin', Pet." Spike's greeting broke the spell he was casting over her.

"Morning, Will." Buffy returned as she watched him slowly approach her.

"Sleep well?" He asked.

"I did, believe it or not." She answered, and her voice told him she was surprised she had.

"Me too, even if I thought I'd sleep longer." He replied as he came to stand in front of her. "Now, I'm going to kiss you hello."

Buffy giggled as she leaned forward to meet him as they lips met. All thoughts of bathroom then left her brain since all she could do was feel her connection to this man who was kissing her so sweetly.

Spike's heart raced when she opened her mouth to him and her body curved to fit his. The feel of her hands upon his skin sent him spiraling forward to deepen the kiss as his tongue teased hers in a seductive duel. It was the need to breathe that broke them apart and led Buffy to softly lay her cheek against him.

His cock throbbed, but he refused to act upon its need to seek the warmth of her body. Spike knew she wasn't ready for his passion, and he needed to take things slow with her. Now was about comfort and being there for her.

"So do we flip for who goes first?" He teased, as he kissed the top of her head.

"Heads." She sighed.

"Well, it looks like the lady wins." He replied, rubbed his hands gently up and down her back.

Buffy leaned back and pouted, "I won't be long."

"I'll be right here." He told her, knowing he was sure there was most likely another bathroom close, but he didn't want to find it.

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart, Kitten." He said as he lightly rubbed his nose against hers before letting her go.

Spike watched as she closed the door. After a minute he looked down the end of the hall and noticed an alcove at the end with a seating area large enough for two. An idea presented it self as he hurried back to his room to get what he needed to complete the surprise.

*******

Buffy collapsed against the bathroom door; her mind trying to figure out the difference with this kiss versus last night's kisses. She couldn't help but wonder if he could feel how her nipples had hardened, and even now she couldn't believe how wet her panties had become.

She'd felt how the bulge she'd noticed had gotten more bulgy and how she fought to keep from rubbing herself against it. The one thing she did know was she wasn't ready to go all the way yet, and was a bit worried that she was so turned on just by kissing him. She'd have to talk to Faith about her body's reaction and see if she could help her decide if it was just the idea of sex, or it was just that she wanted Spike. A little voice inside kept telling her it was Spike and only Spike.

Quickly she did her business and then went to the sink to wash her hands. Looking in the mirror she gasped at the image staring back at her. She was shocked at her appearance and felt embarrassed she'd let Spike see her so disheveled. Not realizing how sexy she looked to him, Buffy hid her face in her hands.

"Oh! Lordy. He even kissed me with morning breath." She whispered as she again looked in the mirror. "How can I face him again?" She pouted while looking around but could not find a comb, brush, or anything like a toothbrush or toothpaste.

Tears came to her eyes as her frustration increased. Raising her arms up so she could use her fingers to try and fix her hair she suddenly stopped and lowered her arms to her side. A thought came to her and it made her smile; he still had looked at her like she was beautiful and treated her like she was precious to him. His tender touch and hot kiss told her he saw something else when he looked at her and decided to trust his reaction to her and not what she thought she looked like. She was ready to walk back out there and face him and not let her appearance bother her anymore.

*******

Spike rocked back and forth as he stood waiting for Buffy to come out. He kept looking down the hall smiling like the Cheshire cat. His goal was to keep her from seeing his surprise until he came back out of the bathroom.

The door opened and he prepared himself to set his plan in motion as he stepped to the left of the door so she'd hopefully look at him instead of toward the alcove. He prayed she didn't fix herself up at all either, he wanted to see that 'just got out of bed' look he'd enjoyed this morning.

He smiled at how she blushed when she opened the door and said, "Your turn."

Spike reached over and gently took her hand and pulled her toward him. The more he saw of her like this the more he wanted it all. Church bells, wedding march, wearing a tux, bridal gowns, and rings…he wanted it all and then some.

"I need you to do me a favor, Pet, and don't look behind you." He instructed her as he positioned her facing him.

"Why?" She asked with a suspicious look on her face.

"Then you'd ruin my surprise." He said as she gave her a wink and a quick peck on the lips, "Be right back, so fight the urge to turn around." Spike quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door feeling almost excited as when he'd wake up on Christmas morning.

Buffy licked her lips to savor his taste as she fought the desire to peek. "I was never good with surprises and waiting."

"Patience, Kitten. I promise it will be worth it." He called to her through the door.

Buffy gasped, "Are your sonar ears on or what?"

Spike just chuckled, causing her to giggle and start to rock back and forth on her feet. "I'm not sure if I can wait much longer." She teased.

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