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Chapter 17


Spike was right. Dinner was fun, and Buffy found herself relaxing as she was
embraced into a family environment again. Cordelia had been thrilled when
Spike had walked in with Buffy. Cordy’s mom had openly embraced Buffy into
her home, and they had proceeded to get to know each other and share stories
for the next three hours. Buffy noticed Cordy pull Spike aside at one point
and appear to be lecturing him about something, but Madison had been talking
to Buffy so she wasn’t sure what they were discussing.

As they left the house several hours later, Spike asked her to come home
with him. Buffy had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed when he
pouted at her again. Now as they were walking up the path to his house,
Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy’s waist from behind her and nuzzled
her hair. Buffy smiled at the intimate gesture and stopped walking to enjoy
the sensations he was causing. Turning in his arms, Buffy wrapped her arms
around him and buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of leather
wafting off his duster. “I love you.”

Spike lovingly ran his fingers through her hair. “I love you, too, baby.”
Kissing the top of her head, Spike gently pulled away from her and smiled
down at the delighted look on her face. “Let’s go inside, luv. It’s
getting cold out here.”

As they approached the door, both Buffy and Spike stopped as it swung open.
Buffy felt Spike’s body go rigid as they looked at the person standing
there.

“Dru,” Spike muttered in a half-hearted greeting.

“Spike,” the woman said in an upper class British accent before turning to
look at Buffy. “And who is your little friend?”

Buffy stared at the woman skeptically. “I’m Buffy.”

“Drusilla, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t I visit my husband on a holiday?”

Buffy felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her as she stared at the
woman before turning her attention to Spike. “Husband?”

Spike couldn’t look at her, even after the whispered question she uttered.

“Spike? What is she talking about?”

“You mean my naughty boy didn’t tell you he was married?”

Buffy didn’t spare a glance at the woman as she continued staring at the man
in front of her. “Spike? What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, Buffy. I should have told you.”

“So it’s true?”

Spike took a deep breath. “Yes, it’s true, but Buffy, I can explain.”

Buffy was already backing away from him, shaking her head. “There’s nothing
to explain, Spike. I think everything is perfectly clear.” Spinning on her
heel, Buffy headed down the street, fighting the tears that were stinging
her eyes.

“Buffy!” She could hear his footsteps getting closer as he chased after
her. “Please, Buffy, let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain, I already told you,” she ground out between
clenched teeth.

“Buffy, we’re not together anymore.”

Buffy turned around to face him, stopping as she looked up into his shining
blue eyes. “Are you still married to her?”

“Yes, but-“

“NO! No buts, Spike. You’re married!” she shouted. “You’re married, and
you didn’t even tell me. All those nights we went out. Everything you
shared with me, and you never told me. Why? Why would you want to hurt me
again?” she trailed off in a whisper.

“I never wanted to hurt you, luv. It’s been over for a long time between
me and Dru.”

“Yeah, it looks like it’s really over, what with her having a key to your
house and all.”

“Buffy, please, believe me. I love you. YOU! Not her!”

Buffy looked down as tears clouded her vision. “You love me so much you
pushed me away. And yet, you don’t love her and you stay married to her.”
Buffy looked up at Spike with tear-streaked cheeks. “Do me a favor,
Spike…don’t love me. I don’t know if I can last much longer.”

Spike felt as if she’d slapped him as she turned and quickly made her way
down the street. “Buffy,” he said softly. Wanting to go after her but
knowing she needed time to cope with this, Spike stood cursing himself for
not telling her sooner. Pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his
eyes shut, Spike turned and headed back to his house.

He entered to see Dru sitting in the living room with a bored look on her
face. “She’s a little young, Spike.”

“Get out,” he growled.

“Now, my little Spike is mad. Don’t be mad at princess.”

“Get out, Dru…now!”

“You mean, you don’t want to celebrate the holiday?”

“GET OUT!” he yelled, nearly pulling the door off his hinges. As she
floated past Spike, he turned to face her. “I’m filing for divorce, Dru. I’m
in love with Buffy.”

Shutting the door in her face, Spike leaned back against it, slowly sliding
to the floor. As Buffy’s words caught up with him, Spike felt his eyes
burning. After several minutes of feeling sorry for himself, Spike jumped
up and ran out the door. “Bloody hell! She can be mad at me, but she’s not
walking home alone!”

Jumping into his car, Spike sped out of the driveway.



A/N Don’t hate me! I know this is a short chapter, but I haven’t been happy with this section of the story, so I’m trying to rewrite parts of it, while still working on “It Matters to Me” and “Mixed Emotions.” I’ll try and have the next chapter tomorrow, if it’s ready.





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