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Title: Back Where We Belong
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
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Part four.....


She felt a chill race up and down her spine at the
sound of his voice, and the tears that she had been
holding back since the day she lost him, finally began
to fall...scalding, healing tears.

Catching her breath on a ragged sob, she released
her hold on Angel's shirt and slowly turned around.

"Hello, cutie," he said quietly, then smiled at her. A
smile she'd never hoped to see again, outside of her
dreams.

Everyone in the office held their breath, waiting
to see what would happen next, and the slayer
didn't disappoint them.

Her feet barely touched the floor as she ran across
the room and flung herself into Spike's outstretched
arms so hard that they both nearly ended up toppling
to the ground.

When she felt him gathering her up into a tight em-
brace, she really began to cry. Noisily, harshly, she
sobbed so hard that her entire frame was trembling
from the force of her emotional breakdown.

"Shh," he soothed her. "S'all right, luv...don't cry
anymore. It's all over...I've got you now..."

As he held her and whispered words of comfort and
love, Buffy clung to him, afraid to let go. She'd had
this dream before and it had always ended sadly, with
him fading slowly from her arms, no matter how
desperately she tried to hold on to him.

But not this time. She wasn't going to lose him
again, wasn't about to let anything come between
them, try to separate them.

**********************************

Spike looked across the top of her head at Angel,
who was standing about ten feet away. Try as he
might, he couldn't work up the smallest amount
of sympathy for the stupid git.

He allowed himself to display a toned down version
of the usual contemptuous smile he reserved for
his grand sire, adding just a touch of the old "to
the victor belongs the spoils" attitude.

"Tried to tell you," he said. "You can't keep her
from me."

Angel glared at him, clearly in pain at the sight
in front of him. "And I told YOU she's not mine to
keep...or..."

"That's right," Spike interjected before Angel could
finish his sentence. "She's mine." He felt Buffy
nodding her head against his shirt front, agreeing
wordlessly to his pronouncement...confirming his
claim.

Wanting to get her away from all the curious stares
and prying eyes, he spotted Harmony still standing
behind her desk. "Give me the card to P-3, Harm."

She looked at Angel, who merely nodded, then
yanked open a drawer and fished around inside
of it, finally locating a rectangle of plastic about
the size and shape of a credit card.

Handing the key card to Spike, she said, "We'll
probably have to get it cleaned and fumigated after
you two get through with it."

Buffy finally spoke up. "Harmony," she said, wiping
her eyes on the back of her hand, "you make one
more crack like that...and I'll stake you just for
target practice."

Spike chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah,
there's my little warrior," he murmured, taking in her
scent. "I knew she was in there somewhere."

He turned her around, intending to walk her over to
the elevator, but he had only taken one step when
he realized that the situation called for something much
more dramatic. A statement needed to be made, and
he was just the vampire to make it.

Bending a little, he swept Buffy up in his arms and
carried her to the elevator that Fred was holding
open for them.

Pausing before he entered the lift, he regarded
her with a steady gaze. "S'pose I have you to thank
for this."

She shrugged. "It needed to be done," she said,
then looked at Angel. "For everybody's sake."

Buffy sniffled a little, her arms locked around Spike's
neck. "Are... you Fred?" she asked.

Her glasses sliding down a little on her nose, the
woman wearing a white lab coat nodded. "That
would be me."

"Thank you for calling me," Buffy said softly. "I
owe you."

"Double for me, pet," Spike added, carrying Buffy
into the elevator. Fred released the 'hold' button
as Spike caught sight of Angel, still standing there
staring at them like a big, dumb statue.

** Looks like the best vamp won after all, doesn't
it?**

Unable to resist the temptation, he bent his head
and captured Buffy's lips with his own, framing the
two of them between the elevator's slowly closing
doors, like a curtain coming down after the final
act of a play.

"Eeeww," Harmony whined, making a face. "That's
just gross."

Angel said nothing about it. Turning around
after the elevator doors were fully closed, he
went back into his office and shut the door
with finality.

Fred took a deep breath and followed after him,
but when she tried to turn the doorknob she
discovered that it was locked.

"Oh, well, that's VERY mature, Angel," she
said beneath her breath.



************************************************

The elevator went straight to the top floor of
Wolfram and Hart, and it's passengers were
still kissing when the doors parted.

It opened into a short corridor. There were two
doors to the left, and one on the right; doors
labeled 'P-1, P-2, and P-3'.

Spike set Buffy on her feet in front of door
number 3. Inserting the key card, he unlocked
the door and ushered her inside.

After re-locking the door behind them, he
took her into the sitting room of a very
elaborate and expensively decorated suite.

Holding on to her hand, he tugged her across
the room to a sofa in front of a large picture
window.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked, dragging
her heels. "Get away from the window."

Spike grinned and released her hand, stepping
directly in front of the glass. "Not a problem,"
he assured her. "Special glass. Totally sun
proof."

Buffy smiled back at him, and he immediately
reclaimed her hand and pulled her down on the
sofa next to him.

For a few moments, all they could find it in them
to do was stare at each other, each of them drinking
in the sight of someone they'd thought was gone
forever.

Buffy was the first to break the silence.

"I missed you," she said softly. "So much. I kept
thinking about you, thinking I would see you
again. Sometimes...I would forget, or just push
it to the back of my mind...that you were gone.
And...and I would see something and I'd think,
'Oh, I'll have to tell him about that when I see
him'...and then I'd remember that...that I wasn't
going to see you...ever again."

She was purposely not giving him a chance to
say anything at this point, wanting to be the one
to start them on the road back to where they both
needed to be. He had done his part when it came to
the declaration of his feelings, and now it was her
turn.

She had left it too late before, and had paid a
brutal price for it. There was no way she was going
to make the same mistake again.

"Look at me," she demanded, holding his face in
her hands. Gazing into his eyes, she held nothing
back. "I love you," she said deliberately, then said
it again for good measure. "I...love...you! And I'm
going to spend all the time I have left in this world
convincing you of it. I will MAKE you believe me."

He smiled at her, and turned his head to kiss the
soft palm of her right hand. "I do believe you," he
said, his eyes moving over her body. "But don't let
that stop you from trying to convince me, luv."

Buffy hid her laughter, loving the fact that no matter
what had happened, Spike was still....Spike.

Apparently, he was feeling playful, which was just
fine with her. Things had been far too serious, for
far too long...and she was tired of it. They could
discuss what was going to come next later, but
for right now....

Moving closer to him, she leaned forward and began
to leave soft, tender kisses on his cheeks, his jaw,
his lips.

"You're my champion, Spike," she whispered. "You
saved the world....again...and I think it's time I
thanked you for it."




TBC.....
(ain't love grand?)





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