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Author's Chapter Notes:
I am so sorry it took so long to get a chapter out, but I was sick and then off schedule, then things in RL have been trying to pull me away. I hope this makes up for it. :)
Chapter 13


Spike stepped outside the Hyperion to see Rupert Giles get into the back seat of a highly polished black Lincoln town car. As soon as the car door shut, it pulled away from the curb and drove down the street.

I wonder if I could follow him on foot... Spike quickly memorized the tag number on the car, and followed it a few blocks down the street, losing it as it sped up through and intersection. Damn! Running the tag number in his head he just continued his walk. Spike’s mood dipped even more after he lost sight of the car.

Spike walked aimlessly through the streets for the next hour, going over the meeting in his head. The emotions tugged at his heart, which angered him. How could he have been so excited? He had been foolish to think that someone would want him, for anything. No one wanted him growing up, why would he think there would be a difference now? Except Buffy… at least, for now.

The license plate number was now engraved in his memory, unsure about who would be able to help him with it, but still, it was a crumb. The streets were busy and loud, very different from what he was used to in England, and even Sunnydale. The noise made it hard for him to concentrate and his thoughts began to wander. As much as he wanted to wallow in his own self-pity, his mind returned to Buffy.

Remembering how he felt when she was near, the look in her eyes when they were together, and the feel of her body laying next to his. His pace back to the hotel quickened as he remembered how he’d just walked out after the confrontation with Mr. Giles.

He burst through the front doors of the Hyperion, to find Angel and Cordelia behind the counter working.

“Sorry for walking out like that, I just needed some air,” he said as he visually searched the room for Buffy.

Cordelia was sitting behind her computer with Angel reading over her shoulder. “She’s taking a nap right now, Spike. Don’t worry. She understood. We’ve been doing some research on the Watchers’ Council while you were out. Why don’t you come around the counter and take a look at what we’ve found so far. You can help if you’d like.” Cordelia pointed to the part of the counter that lifts up to allow him access.

“We’ve found a few disturbing facts about Rupert Giles, unfortunately, since you’ve been gone. I really wish I had thought to do this before I called him. I’m sorry, Spike. I had no idea he would have reacted like that.” Angel realized he was starting to sound like he actually cared about what Spike thought, and quickly became silent. I still want him gone, and far away from Buffy.

Spike made his way back to Angel and Cordelia. “I followed his car for a few blocks, but I lost him. I did manage to get the license plate number if that helps at all.” Spike pulled a chair over to Cordelia’s desk.

“Good work, Spike. Here. Write it down. I have a connection at the local police precinct. Maybe locating the car’s owner will help us put this puzzle together.” Angel tossed a notepad and pen over to Spike.

Spike took the pad and scribbled the number down and handed it back to Angel. “I want to thank you both for everything. I know you meant well, contacting the Watchers Council for me. I hadn’t even known about Watchers until I met Buffy.” At the mention of her name, he instantly longed for her. What is it about her? I don’t understand these feelings. It’s more than emotions, it’s almost like she’s part of me.

Angel saw the concentrated, dreamy look come across Spike’s face. Fighting his desire to slap it off, he chose to look away. This isn’t the time or place. I need to keep him and Buffy here for now. Need to keep an eye on them both until I know what Rupert’s planning, or that he has gone back to England. “Buffy is special, and I know that better than anyone. Why don’t you go check on her, get some rest too. I’m sure with everything that’s happened, you are probably exhausted yourself. Cordy and I can work on this for now.”

Spike stood quickly, nearly knocking the chair over in his in his eagerness to see Buffy. “Thanks, you two. For everything, really,” and he made his way towards the stairs.





Buffy was just stepping out of the tub when she felt his presence nearby. She quickly grabbed, her robe from the hook on the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it around herself, then rushed into her bedroom. She saw the door opening and ran to him, throwing her water-beaded body around him, catching him off guard.

“Buffy, I take it you aren’t mad at me?” Spike asked as he held her close. Her freshly washed scent was overwhelming, and the robe slipping off her damp shoulder was simply intoxicating.

“Mad? You’re kidding, right? Why would I be mad?” She was clinging to him, covering his neck with kisses. She finally stepped back, straightened her robe and asked again. “What on earth would make you think I was mad?”

Spike already missed the closeness of her body as he looked to the floor. He was embarrassed by his prior actions and felt the need to apologize. “I shouldn’t have run out on you. I forgot you couldn’t follow me till I had already walked blocks. It was rude, and I’m very sorry.” He had started to wiggle his boot into the carpet pile, giving him something other than Buffy to look at while he waited for her response.

Buffy took his hand and led him to the edge of her bed. “Sit down, Spike. I need to tell you something very important, and I want you to promise me you will never forget it.”

Spike sat on the bed, looking like a scolded child as the petite vampire spoke to him. "Look at me, please." She gently touched his face until he raised his eyes to hers again. “I know you were disappointed in Mr. Giles. We all were. I saw you were hurt, and I realize you just needed to be alone for a while, so you could work through things. There’s nothing rude about that. But I want you to know, if there’s ever a time that you need me, or just want me there, I will be.” Buffy reached for his hand, which he took and pulled her playfully into his lap.

“Thank you, Buffy. I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me, let alone meant it.” Spike kissed her gently, his hand resting on her cheek. She returned his kiss, allowing it to deepen as she felt his hand slip from her face, to her chest, and under her robe.

Buffy knew it wasn't time for them to take their relationship to a new level yet, but she couldn't seem to actually find the words or will to stop. He needed her, and she needed him too.

His warm hands shook as he nervously began to explore her body for the first time. As he reached his destination, his hand cupped her still damp breast, a hardened nipple tickled his palm. As he gently squeezed, a soft moan escaped her lips and her back arched, pressing her body into his touch.

A knock at the door brought them quickly back to reality as Buffy refastened her robe and walked to the door.

“Yes?” Buffy called to the intruder.

A timid Fred answered quickly, knowing she was probably interrupting something. “Um, Buffy, Angel asked me to come and get you guys. Seems like he’s found some new disturbing information about Mr. Giles.”

Buffy turned to Spike who fidgeted and covered his lap with a bed pillow.

“We’ll be right down, Fred.” Buffy saw his predicament, stifled a giggle and said. , “I know you are eager to find out what Angel’s discovered, but give me a minute so we can go together, ok?”

He nodded, thankful that she didn’t want to rush downstairs immediately. “That’s fine. I need to know everything about that man. I can’t help but think he’s a threat to more than just me.”

Buffy quickly got dressed and pulled her still damp hair into a loose bun, and then the two went to find some answers.






Rupert Giles was angry. He found Julio almost immediately and flagged him down to stop. As he slid into the back seat of the car, he instructed Julio to take him back to his brownstone.

He'd anticipated that Buffy, even Angel, might prove to be a problem, but he had underestimated the boy. Giles had assumed that he would be easily swayed to accompany him back to England and begin his training under the Council’s watchful eye. Only now it seemed that Spike had taken up with the enemy, and his view on his calling had become quite blurred. Perhaps my traveling companion will be of more use than I thought. Giles’ traveling companion was originally intended to be bait, not expected to return back to the motherland, but to stay in America as a pile of dust. Only now, a light bulb fired within his brain. As Julio pulled the car along the curb, Giles’ had already figured his next plan of attack.

Julio Reyes knew from the moment he’d met Rupert Giles that he was a man used to getting his way. Even though he had yet to see the consequences of a man daring to cross Giles' path, he had a feeling someone from that hotel was in danger of finding out.

Giles entered the large brownstone and tossed his overcoat onto the newel post as he rushed to the lower level of the house.





He was sleeping in the finished area of the basement, when he heard the heavy footsteps of Mr. Giles quickly descending the stairs. He stretched and tried to wake up before the old man started barking out his latest commands to him. Life was so much easier before I was turned. Sure, I was bossed around, but Rupert acts as if he owns me! Some day soon, I’ll show him…

“Boy! Wake up! There are some things we must go over regarding William before nightfall,” Giles ordered as he pushed open his guest’s door without even a knock.

“I’m up! I don’t know how you expect me to do anything without ever letting me sleep. Now, I’m awake. What is the crisis?” The boy stretched more as he stood up, .

“Tonight you will make yourself known. But don’t speak to him just yet. Do you understand? I want you seen and not heard. I’m sure he and his vampire consort will be patrolling somewhere and I want you to follow them, listen to them, and once they have seen you, return to me. I trust you will be clever enough to evade them, without leading them back here, if they try pursuing you. I will expect a full report on anything and everything you see and hear.” Giles stood looking at the half-awake male in front of him, unsure if he understood him or not. This was extremely important, and he needed to make sure this undead teen didn’t mess things up for him. “Wesley! Do you understand me, or not!?”

Wesley glared at his benefactor. “I hear you loud and clear, Master.”


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