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Chapter Sixteen

“Hey Willow,” Spike greeted the redhead warmly, and a little nervously.

Willow smiled wide. “Hi.”
Okay, good, she didn’t blame him for anything. “How are ya?” He asked, shuffling his feet.

Willow’s smile softened to one of knowing and understanding. “Buffy’s in her room. She’s been holed up in there for a while. I think she’s working on some new music. She’s been quite the writing demon lately.” Willow explained
as she stepped aside to let Spike in.

“Should I be here?” Spike asked, uncertain.

Willow nodded. “Why shouldn’t you be?”

“Well because of the whole Wesley thing. . .” He
trailed off, gesturing with his hand.

“You should talk to her. I know she’s missed
you a lot.”

Spike looked at Willow hopefully, “really?”

“Yes. Go talk to her. Go,” and she started to
shoo him.

“Down the hall on the right?”

“Yep.”

“Thanks Wills.”

Strolling down the hall, with his fists curled up
at his side, he felt nervous. How was it that Buffy Anne
Summers could reduce him to such adolescence after all
these years? The melodic sound of her guitar greeted him as
he got closer to her room. Not wanting to disturb her, he
listened. He knew if he wanted to know what was going on
in Buffy’s head, all he had to do was listen to her play. It was
the window to her soul. Her voice was strong and pure and
she strummed her song.





Can't you see?

There's a feeling that's come over me

Close my eyes

You're the only one that leaves me completely breathless


No need to wonder why

Sometimes a gift like this you can't deny



'Cause I wanted to fly,

so you gave me your wings

And time held its breath so I could see, yeah

And you set me free



There's a will

There's a way

Sometimes words just can't explain

This is real

I'm afraid

I guess this time there's just no hiding, fighting

You make me restless



You're in my heart

The only light that shines

there in the dark



'Cause I wanted to fly,

so you gave me your wings

And time held its breath so I could see, yeah

And you set me free



When I was alone

You came around

When I was down

You pulled me through

And there's nothing that

I wouldn't do for you



'Cause I wanted to fly,

so you gave me your wings

And time held its breath so I could see, yeah

And you set me free



As the last strings of the melody played out,
Spike found he couldn’t move. Was it about him? Was he the
one who gave her wings, or was it Wesley? Did she regret
leaving him? Is that why she hadn’t come to see him yet? Did
she blame him for this? He was so lost in his thoughts, he
didn’t even notice that Buffy had realized his presence until
she spoke.

“Are you going to stand there all night or are
you going to come in?”


He blinked and focused on her. Her hair pulled
back, face scrubbed free of make up and smiling slightly at
him, she looked at ease. A little sad around the edges, at yet,
there was aura of peace surrounding her.

“Hi Buffy,” he finally found his voice and
stepped into the room. He gestured to the door, silently asking

if he could shut it. She nodded her assent and he shut it.

He stood there awkwardly, looking about the
near empty room. Her things were scattered about in neat
piles.

“You’ve heard then,” she started, giving him no
time to ease into the conversation with pleasantries.

He nodded and sat down on the bed next to
her. For some reason sitting across the room from her in the
rickety looking chair didn’t see appropriate, despite the
circumstances. They’d been through too much to be apart
anymore.

“I’m sorry Buffy,” he told her.

“Are you?” She wasn’t accusing, merely
curious.

“I’m sorry if you’re hurt. I’m sorry if I was any
part of the reason you’re hurt. I did truly like Wesley. Well, I
did until the end there. But I did mean it when I said that I didn’t
want to come between you.”

“I know,” she said softly.

“Are you. . . are you hurt?”

“Yes and no. I’m sad that it’s over in the way
that you get sad when you part from someone that was such
a large part of your life, and in the way you get sad when
something that was good ends.”

“Then why did you leave him?”

“I figured it out you know,” she replied.

“What?”

“What you meant when you said you’d wait for
me. I didn’t get it then. I finally did. Took me a while, but I got it.
It’s funny how epiphanies can just hit you all of sudden isn’t
it?”

Spike chuckled, “I usually get hit with them on
the can.”

Buffy burst out laughing and Spike followed,
thankful for the ease in tension. He stopped suddenly and
took her hand. She looked up at him, waiting.

“Do you mean--?”

“Yes. I never stopped. I was just trying to do the
right thing, what I thought was right. I’m sorry it took me so
long to figure it out.”

“What made you realize it?”

“I missed you. Desperately missed you. Wesley
knew. . . said he always knew I belonged to you. It didn’t
seem so right anymore to stay with him when I wasn’t in love
with him.”

“Why didn’t you come to see me? Why didn’t
you tell me?”

“Once again, I didn’t think it was right. What was
I supposed to do? Walk up to you and say ‘I broke up with
Wesley, wanna get together?’ That didn’t seem a fair thing to
do. Plus, I needed some time to gather myself together and
figure out what I was going to do. I’m trying out this
independence thing. I’m standing on my own two feet. You
know, like you are.”

“You were before—“

“Not entirely. I was kind of hiding behind
Wesley. I let him be my guide, but I never really did it.”

“Does standing on your own two feet mean that
I still don’t get to have you?”

She looked up at him and leaned in, kissing him
softly. “You’ve always had me, Spike,” she whispered.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered back and
wrapped an arm around her, cradling her close.

“I’m scared. Aren’t you scared?”

“Yes, but. . . God, Buffy, I’ve waited so long for
you. And I don’t want to muck it up. After all the shit we’ve
been through we deserve a happy ending, don’t you think?”

“I agree completely. Do you want to start by
maybe going on a date?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he said nearly breathlessly,
planting soft kisses on her face.

“I have a great idea for a first date,” she smiled
up at him.

“What’s that, love?” He asked, grinning back at
her upturned face.

“It’s your turn to help me find a place to live.”

He chuckled and agreed readily. “Anything you
want, Buffy, anything you want.”




TBC....so...we're nearing the end...what would you like to see happen?

**Song by Michele Branch, "You Set Me Free"





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