[For Buffy]

[fangyandgrr]

Spike wasn't sure how many days had passed since he'd stabbed Drusilla through the heart, since he'd killed her and buried her in the cold, unforgiving ground, sealing her away from her stars forever. Two days? Three, maybe? He could still feel her body going cold against his, remember the smell of her blood as it soaked her dress, the ground at

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[chose]

Word traveled. Maybe not as fast as it would in a closed environment - the halls of a high school or your typical officer water cooler area - but it traveled. Buffy didn't know the whole story, not even the half of it, but she knew that something had gone down, and she knew that she had to find Spike.

It was a mixture of worry and selfish curiosity that led her to seek him out, and when she finally found him at the cliff, she approach quietly. She took a seat beside him, willing herself not to cough at the cigarette smoke, though her nose did crinkle.

She spoke softly, as if she didn't want to spoil his silence, but had to anyway. "Spike. Are you... are you okay?"

[fangyandgrr]

Spike stiffened a little the moment he realised he wasn't alone, arching an eyebrow in Buffy's direction. "What, you care now?" He smirked, not waiting for an answer before saying glibly, "I'm fine. Nothing wrong here."

[chose]

"Maybe I do," she said, rolling her eyes. They'd barely spoken since that night at the Catscratch, but she wasn't going to be the one to back down. If he and Xander didn't want her to have such a reaction, they shouldn't have sprung it on her.

"You're a crappy liar."

[fangyandgrr]

"Maybe I just don't bloody care if you know I'm lying," Spike retorted, shrugging loosely.

He paused for a moment and then, with a strange smile, still not looking at her, added, "Did you know Dru was here?" Then he finally looked at her, still smiling. "She's gone, now."