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Chapter Nine

"Could I talk to you?"

The voice snapped Buffy slightly out of her daze and she replied without thinking "of course." She looked up to see Spike standing there, grinning.

She smiled brightly and jumped up, giving him a hug. "What
are you doing here?"

He shrugged, "wanted to see where you worked. Look at
that. An office all to yourself. And," he pointed to the gold
plated sign on her door with her name on it, "your name on
the door. Impressive."

She chuckled, "you're not impressed. You've probably had
your name on a gold plate before too."

"Here and there. Kept them too. Just to prove it."

"Have a seat," she gestured to the chair across from her
desk and she sat back down. "Aren't you working today?"

"I am." He pointed to his head, "up in here. I have a couple
stories rolling around in the noggin and I did some research
today. My brain was getting fried so I figured I'd come by and
see you. You won't get in trouble will you?"

"Oh no, not at all. Been a real slow day. End of the year and
it's nutty in here. The seniors start freaking about graduating
and going off to college."

He leaned back, "and what do you tell them?"

"That change is part of life and we all have to experience it.
And sometimes, when you think change is bad, it ends up
being really good."

"Very wise, Miss Summers."

"Thank you," she grinned.

"So, this is where you met Wesley," he said, looking around.

"Yep, the very place. Well, actually it was out in the lobby."

"So, he was leaving the school as you were coming in?"

She nodded, "he was here his last two weeks when I
started my first. We talked a lot, he was very welcoming and
kind. I thought he was a really cool guy and I was sad that he
was leaving before we had a chance to get to know each
other better. I wasn't thinking anything of the romantic nature,
just that I'd like to make a new friend here. He asked me out
the Friday he left and well, we've been together ever since."

"Were you thinking romance when he asked you out?"

She shook her head, looking shy. "No. I was just so
surprised that he asked me out."

Spike tilted his head to the side, "why?"

She shrugged, "because he seemed so put together and I
was so. . . not. I'd just moved out here and didn't think I'd find
a job at all, never mind the one I went to school for. Wesley
kind of took me under his wing and taught me the ropes. I felt
like the new girl at school, because, well, I was. Except that it
wasn't the wrath of my parents if I failed. It was the wrath of
my landlord."

"He made you feel at ease," Spike concluded.

"Right."

"How long before you decided that you wanted romance?"

She looked off, calculating in her mind. "One month."

"That all?"

"Well, I felt that we couldn't go any further in anything if he
didn't know about us."

Spike nodded, "must be weird for him to hear all this stuff
about me and then, poof, I'm here."

"It was weird for all of us," she assured him. "It's turned out
well though, hasn't it?"

He nodded and she noticed sadness in his face. He fell
silent, staring at the floor.

"What's wrong?"

Spike looked up at her and shook his head, "nothing, nothing.
How long before you moved in with him?"

"Nine months."

"Quick."

"I was with him almost every ni—have you eaten?" She
stumbled on that statement, suddenly feeling very conscious
that she shouldn't be telling Spike those kind of intimate details
about her and Wesley. It felt funny telling her former
boyfriend and father of her deceased child about her current
boyfriend and their relationship. She felt as if she were
betraying someone, the question was, she didn't know who.




Spike drove home, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He
felt sad and angry today. He wasn't sure why, but he knew it
had to do with himself, his life and most importantly his life
without Buffy.

Ever since he'd been forced to leave her all those years ago,
he felt as if all he'd done is run since then. Buffy dealt with
things by waiting leaving her dysfunctional family and settling
in to a nice life with her friends and then met a successful
and ‘put together' bloke that treated her well. She'd also
started a band with said friends and bloke and was even in
therapy seeking help for her troubled past.

What had he done? Jumped from city to city, never settling
for very long to call any place home and surely never met
anyone close to being in the same up scale class that Buffy
was in. He'd met sluts and whiny girls that clung to him like
white on rice, so uncertain of who they were that all they
could do was define themselves by ‘loving' him. And he'd left
the lot of them. He barely knew who he was, he didn't need
the complication of having someone defining themselves through him. He was never much one for self-analysis. He
only did enough to get by—mainly, to know when it was time
to move on because something just wasn't working out for
him.

Gliding his car into a half-empty parking lot, Spike stared
unseeing at the sign in front of him. Yeah, he wasn't much for self analysis, but he'd done a hell of a lot of it since being ‘reunited' with Buffy again. It was changing him. If it wasn't, he wouldn't have been driving around for the past hour pondering his life and what he wanted to do with it. It was then that he finally did see the sign in front of him. "Mitch Ferrell Realty." He nodded to himself. Yeah, it was time. Time to find a nice place and call it home.

TBC.........

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