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“ARG!” screamed Buffy as she stormed past the others. She entered her hotel room with a slam following her.
The others exchanged looks before Angel spoke up, “I’m glad I’m not the one who has deal with that.” His voice trailed off as he and the other looked at Spike in sympathy.
Spike cocked his head to the side a bit eying Angel, “Speaks the man who dated her when she was a teenager.” He gently let himself into the room he was currently sharing with Buffy, knowing the others were going to go to the club those pretty witches ran.
He looked around the room, catching sight of Buffy blue stained, reeking, clothes that she had tossed into the hotel trash bin. They’d warned her to duck… He quickly went over and tied the bag up to help get rid of the stench before following the obvious signs to Buffy in the shower. He gently opened the door and stripped off his clothes as he walked through the steam and joined Buffy in the shower. He happily noted that she’d already washed off the demon gore and wrapped his arms around her. Buffy sighed softly as she leant back into Spike’s arms.
“What’s wrong, Pet?” he asked softly.
“I… I know I’m acting pretty mean aren’t I?” Buffy sighed and continued before Spike could respond. “I’m just so… So FRUSTRATED! We’ve been looking for Xander for three months, THREE MONTHS!” Buffy reached up and grasped Spikes arms, hugging them close to her chest. “I know three months isn’t really a long time, I know it isn’t, but we haven’t found anything yet. No matter the crisis’s we had in the past we at least found something out within three months.”
Spike hugged her closer, “What did he say to you?”
“The clone. What did he tell you after the impromptu movie night that made you so focused on finding him?”
Buffy let out a little snort as she relaxed back against Spike. It was very comforting to be with someone who understood her so well. “He told me that Xander was the one who sees, that’s why the First needed him out of the way. He doesn’t think it had anything to do with magic, but rather that Xander was a true watcher. The way the council was supposed to be. Xander may not have actually known what to do, but he still did it. He really was our heart,” Buffy pulled Spike forward under the falling water drenching both of them completely. “When I needed him to be there, when I needed someone to listen and even when I needed someone to yell at me and tell me I was doing wrong, he was always there for those things.”
“The whelp was far from perfect. OW,” Spike pulled one of his arms away from Buffy to gently rub his other arm where she’d pinched him.
“I know he wasn’t perfect. Isn’t. Isn’t perfect. If he had been, the clone wouldn’t have been able to pull off acting like him while under the control of the First. But he was there for me when I needed him. And now he needs me. I have to find him and bring him home.”
“I know, we’ll find him, no matter how long it takes. We’ll find him because there is nothing we can’t accomplish when we’re together.”
Buffy leant her head back against Spike’s shoulder, Spike bent his head down and kissed Buffy. Silence filled the bathroom as the shower was turned off and noises of a different sort filled the bedroom.End – Chapter 11REVIEWS INSPIRE ME!
Sorry this is a little short. This is the beginning of the quest for Xander… I hope you liked the insight into what Buffy and Spike are currently thinking. Kudos to those who caught the Charmed reference. They might make an appearance in the next chapter…
To those following my other stories, I AM working on them, I know what I want to happen next, I’m just having trouble putting it into words… Which is a major problem when trying to write…