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Over And Done With
Part 4




For a moment, Angel didn't know what to say. He couldn't
ever remember seeing Spike so pissed off, and he'd seen
Spike pissed off plenty in their past.

"You want to answer the bloody question, soul man?" Spike
went on. "Why the fuck are you hanging around outside my
house in the fucking middle of the night?"

"I didn't..." Angel began, but Spike cut him off.

"Why the hell are you even in town?" he demanded. "You've
got no business here anymore."

Without even being aware that he did it, Angel cast a longing
glance across the street at Buffy's darkened house.

Spike intercepted the look. "Oh, you can't be serious," he
said. "Tell me you're not standing out here mooning over the
slayer."

Stung, Angel glared at his offspring. "I'm not mooning over
anyone, Spike. I just happened to be in the area..."

"And you thought you'd drop in and look up an old friend?"
Spike finished the sentence. "How bloody nice."

Angel was starting to feel his own anger begin to rise. "Look,
I didn't even..."

"Except...you DIDN'T drop in, did you?" Spike asked sarcast-
ically. "You hung around outside spying on us."

"I wasn't spying!" Angel yelled. "And since when is this YOUR
house?" he asked, pointing across the street. "Last I heard, this
is Buffy's house."

Spike grinned. This was gonna feel so good. "Well, you've been
out of the loop for a while, peaches. Fact is...I live here WITH
Buffy. Slayer belongs to ME now, Angel. YOU'RE yesterday's
news!"

"BELONGS to you?" Angel challenged. "I'm sure she'd love to
hear you say that. You make her sound like a used car."

"Fuck you!" Spike snapped. "She belongs to me and I belong
to her! That's how it is when you love someone, when you love
them proper. It's not all hearts and flowers, you stupid git. It's
heat and desire, and it's possession and jealousy and passion!"

"I KNOW what love is!" Angel countered. "I loved her before
you even knew she existed."

Spike laughed. "You call what YOU felt for her LOVE? That
washed out, 'pure and chaste from afar' crap? Couldn't love
her right, couldn't kiss her, couldn't even get too close to her,
could you? Didn't love her enough to control your own fucking
demon, did you?"

Angel clenched his fists. The things Spike was saying were all
the more galling because they were true.

"And I'll you something else about real love," Spike added. "It's
not giving up and running away. It's staying and fighting, and
NEVER...fucking...quitting! You," he sneered. "You're not the
long haul guy and you never will be. But, I am. I'll be standing
next to her until the day she dies, and when THAT day comes,
I'll sit beside her grave and wait for the sun to come up!"

"Spike...stop shouting."

Both men turned, surprised to see Buffy standing less than
ten feet away from them.

Wrapping her sweater tighter around her, she joined them
by the tree. "Angel. Hi," she said briefly, then turned to Spike.
"I want to talk to him, okay? I'll be in soon."

Spike glared at Angel, then looked down at Buffy and nodded.

"I WILL be home in a few minutes," she repeated, wanting to
reassure him.

"I know you will," he said simply, not in the least bit uncertain,
completely secure in her love.

Dropping a light kiss on her lips, he walked off without another
word to Angel.

When the front door of the house closed behind him, Buffy
sighed, then turned to confront her first love.


TBC.....





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