TITLE: Wrong Turns (1/1)

AUTHOR: Lisa Drexel

EMAIL: lisayd@swbell.net

SUMMARY: A post-episodic fic for Crush...Buffy can't sleep after the events

that had happened earlier that night and comes to some realizations.

RATING: PG-13

DISTRIBUTION: my site at http://www.9ug.com/members/lisay/btvs-splash.html

Anyone else, just ask and I'll surely say yes.

SPOILERS: 5th season Crush and everything before that.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy or Spike or the BtVS-verse - I'm just trying

to make sense of it all. They, in reality, belong Fox Television, WB

network, Mutant Enemy, and of course, Joss Whedon - I just like subverting

things to fit my view...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This hasn't beta-read and anyone who knows me, knows that I

have some verb subjugating problems as of late--so no archiving until I do

get this story beta-read. I just thought that everyone on bsua would like

to read a fic that made some sense out of last night's episode. Just a side

note, I feel a lot better about everything than I did last night--except

there still is a part of me that wants to knock some sense into Buffy--my

little denial girl. God, she can be blind sometimes, can't she? Anyway,

TQ--this is for you in response to your little challenge last night.

FEEDBACK: Of course--and if anyone wants beta read this, feel free to

volunteer as well! <g>

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Wrong Turns

It wasn't until she was lying there, in bed, almost asleep that his face

kept haunting her. And then she would hear his voice pleading with her

to acknowledge that attraction that she had kept buried deep inside of

her...

Begging her to listen to him-to trust his feelings for her.

"Damn him," she whispered. "Why did he do this? Why did bring this

out in the open? Why couldn't he just let it be?"

[Because he loves you...] her little voice answered. [Loves you like he

loves Dru...]

"And see where that got her. He nearly staked Dru tonight!" she

snapped back. "He can't love...he's a soulless vampire...and vampires

can't love."

[Bullshit! You know that's a lie! Remember how he backed down at that

club when you had a stake aimed at Dru's heart? That wouldn't have

worked if he couldn't love...]

"But-"

[But what? Remember that he gave up everything that held true for

Dru's sake? Went against his very nature to help you save the world-

betrayed his sire, hit Dru, and that was before he had the chip?

Remember him sitting there at your kitchen table drinking hot cocoa

with your mother, bemoaning his woes about Dru instead of killing your

mom? Remember that he's had an invitation to your home for over two

years and has never violated that trust? He may've tried killing you, but

he didn't sneak into your home and slit your throat-or even abduct you

or your mother?]

"That didn't stop him from routing through my stuff-stealing my clothes

and pictures, did it?" She snapped at herself as she rolled off her bed

and began pacing the length of her room. "It didn't stop him from

setting up a Buffy-shrine and-and a mannequin for god's sake in his

little cellar thing, did it?"

[He's a demon...]

"And it didn't stop him from tying me up like some virgin ready for

sacrifice tonight while he tried getting me to admit to something that

cannot exist!"

['Cannot', but 'doesn't?']

"Argh!" Buffy mocked growled as she threw pulled out a pair of jeans and

tee-shirt. After getting dressed, she grabbed her slaying bag, marched

over to her window and had one leg out the window before she realized

what she was doing.

"Damn him," she moaned, slamming her fist against the windowsill.

"Damn him for screwing with my brain like that..."

And that's what he did. It was like she had two camps sitting inside of

her heart-one side was repulsed by everything that Spike was-and the

other side could only silently agree with him-that there was something

*more* between them than the fighting and killing...that there was some

sort of attraction going-on both sides.

Because why else had she let him live this long?

Why else had he had an invite to her home for over two years?

Why else did she turn to him when Dawn and her mother needed

protecting?

Why else would his words hurt so much, if she didn't care?

Oh, she knew she wasn't supposed to care...she knew that the good,

proper slayer would have just staked him years ago...she knew all this,

and yet she never could.

And now?

She still couldn't.

Even if he did get the chip out.

"What a mess," she said as she sat up and stared out into the night.

*This is why you should never get chummy with vampires,* she thought

to herself. *This is why you should never think of them as anything

other than beasts to be put down...because if you don't, they can get

underneath skin and make you start questioning everything like what is

a soul? When I compare Angel and Angelus, the answer is easy: a soul

is good and not having a soul is bad. But then I compare Spike to

Angelus, and suddenly the answer isn't all that clear anymore. Spike

did things-good things-without a soul. Would Angelus ever help me

protect my mom and Dawn-even with a chip?*

"Hell no," she whispered.

[Would Dru? Darla? The Master? Dracula?]

"No," she whispered.

[And why is that?]

"Because they couldn't love me-even with a chip. Because they

couldn't tolerate me with a soul...because they can't love like Spike..."

Her voice drifted off as she realized what she said. "Oh my God, what

did I do?" she asked herself seconds before jumping out the window and

began to head off to Spike's crypt.

It wasn't that she was in love with him, because she wasn't. She didn't

even know if she could fall in love with him. She had spent the last year

and half fighting him-belittling him-emasculating him-taking out all

her anger on him-because he was handy.

[That's not the only reason, is it?] her little voice piped up.

Stopping mid-step, Buffy dipped her head to the side and thought about

that. *What do you mean?* she asked herself.

[Why are you really angry with him? Think about this before you see

him or you'll never get to the root of the problem...]

*I don't understand.*

[Were you always this hateful to him? This mean to him?]

"No," she said softly as she began walking again. *I mean, I hated him-

because he was Spike-and he was going to kill me-and he killed two

slayers-and I was next on his list. That isn't the foundation of warm

and fuzzy feelings, but there was a time...*

[Yes?]

*All right! There was a time when I only hated him, not loathed him like

I do now...what changed?*

[Four words: Gem, Quad, Parker and Angel.]

"Shit!" she muttered, realizing once again her little voice was right. That

was the changing point in their relationship. It turned from enemies

that sometimes helped one another to hating the sight of him-standing

there all cocky and self-assured as he rubbed his stomach and made

some scathing comment about her not being worth a second go. After

that, something snapped inside of her. It wasn't all Spike's fault-it was

hardly even his fault-but he was the one that rubbed the salt in that

bleeding Angel-wound that even to this day has yet to heal.

It was Spike that reiterated all those feelings of insecurity that had been

fluttering around inside of her-vocalizing her fears about Angel,

Parker-whether she would ever fall in love again. Whether love would

ever be worth it. Whether any man would bother to stay with her-

whether she was really worth it or not.

It was with that mentality that she finally gave in to Riley when he

pushed it with her. Even though everything inside of her was screaming

that this normal human boy wasn't what she wanted or needed-the

memory of Spike's cool kisses were still haunting her at that time...and

other things as well...dreams of Angel, a heartbeat and ice cream-the

look on the human's face convinced her otherwise. Riley looked like a

man who would stick around...a man that would love her.

Too bad she forgot one important detail...it takes two to be in love.

Taking note of her surroundings, she nearly turned back when she

realized she was all ready at the cemetery. What was she going to say to

him? *Hey Spike, I'm sorry I was so mean to you-I should've respected

your feelings*]

"Oh God," she whispered. *And if he doesn't kill you after that...*

"Coming to stomp me into the ground a little more? Finish off what

Harm started?"

Jerking her head up, she spotted him sitting on top gravestone with a

bottle of bourbon in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other and a scowl on

his face.

"Well, you don't have to bother...I'm thinking of taking up sunbathing,

it's not like I have much to live for, you know."

Taking a deep breath, she walked up to him-standing about five feet in

front of him-and forced herself to meet his eyes.

She nearly turned on her heel and ran back home.

The last time she saw as much raw pain in someone eye's was the day

after she sent Angel to hell, and that had been herself.

Once again, that camaraderie reared its ugly head, and it was all Buffy

could do not to stake the vampire where he stood.

Maybe that was why she hated him so much was because he reminded

her of herself...what she would have been like if she hadn't been

called...what she could be like if someone was to turn her.

It isn't always a pleasant thing dealing with your dark side on daily basis,

was it?

Was this the way Angel felt everyday dealing with his own demon?

"Well? What the hell do you want, Summers? Can't you see I'm busy

here? Planning my suicide..."

Clenching her jaw, she held out her hand to silence him.

He growled back at her.

"God! You are impossible!" She yelled out as she began pacing in front

of him. "You know, at first I didn't believe you. I thought it was some

sort of master plan to either pull one off on me, or to kill me or something

nefarious, because there's just no way that you could be in love with

me...just no way.

"And then it hit me...suddenly all these pieces of the puzzle fell into

place. I was laying in bed-almost asleep-and suddenly your face pops

up-and I see that pain in your eyes-the horror when you realized I

took away your invitation. Guilt squirmed its way through me as I began

going over everything that has happened between us in the past four

years.

"We never killed each other...because, if we had really tried, one or both

of us would be dead by now. It wasn't until the truce that I even thought

of you as anything other than a vampire. You became a person to me

then, and as you are well aware of, I have a problem dusting people I

know. Angelus, Harm, Dru-even you-that's one of my weaknesses.

"And it also occurred to me that you have been trustworthy in a sense.

You've had an invitation into my home for nearly three years and never

violated that trust. For a year and a half you could've snuck in and slit

my throat, killed my mother-killed me-kidnapped me-numerous

things-and you didn't. Even with the ring, you didn't.

"I also realized that the chip isn't what makes you different-it's you-

whatever imprint of William that's left-that's what makes you an

anomaly. If Angelus had been in your shoes, there's no way he would've

done some of the things you have done to help me. He wouldn't have

helped me protect my mom and Dawn...he wouldn't have fought side by

side with me against the latest and greatest demon...he wouldn't have

done any of that. And neither would any other vampire I know of

it...even Harm.

"I was wrong to discount your feelings or to scorn you...I know that you

can love. I've known that for nearly four years, but somewhere along the

line, I forgot it."

She stopped pacing and sneaked a glance at him. He was watching her

carefully-with a pensive look on his face as if he was waiting for the

other shoe to drop.

*God, he knows me too well,* she thought to herself as she jammed her

hands into her pants pockets to hide that she was shaking.

"But," she said softly. "I don't know if I can trust you."

"Bloody hell, slayer! What the hell else do you want from me? I nearly

staked Dru for you-and I would've if Harm hadn't interfered!" He

jumped off the headstone and began pacing in a flurry of emotion. "I

saved your hide a half a dozen times in the past few months. I've

watched out for you...your sister...I've done this all...and you won't even

acknowledge it!" He finished with a growl as he bent down and grabbed

his liquor bottle. "It's like I'm a bleeding rat in a maze-always taking

the wrong turn-"

"Spike! Stop it!" She yelled out as her eyes shut in aggravation. *God,

he drives me nuts!* [Oh you love it-he makes you feel alive-something

you've been sorely missing since Angel left...]

*Oh great-now I can argue with myself and him! Shut the hell up!* she

yelled at the irritating inner voice that had been plaguing her for last

hour.

"Okay Buffy-I'm shutting up now-what else do you have to say?"

Straightening her shoulders, she ignored that tendril of fear that had

been working its way through out her body. Did she really want to

know? Did she really want to take this any further? Did she really want

to do this...

*Yes...even if scares me,* she answered herself as she looked over at

him, inwardly chastising herself when she realized that she did, indeed,

find him attractive...in a dark, sexy way. Way more sexy than Dracula or

Riley...right up there with Angel.

*Oh God, I'm in trouble,* she thought to herself, and then promptly

pushed that thought right out of her head. "I have two questions that I

need answered and then, I guess, we'll go on from there."

"All right-might as well. I got a few hours until sunrise," he said as he

leaned against the headstone.

"Why did you hate me so much when you came back for the Gem?" She

watched as his scarred eyebrow arched in question. This spurred her on

to continue. "What changed? Not that trying to kill me was a surprise to

me or anything. But, it was the other stuff-wh-when we were

fighting-the stuff you said..." she trailed off as she began to wring her

hands, using every bit of her will power not to take off and run far away

from this situation. *This is soo not of the good.* She noticed that his

face lost that confused air about him as he thought about her question.

"Good, you know what I'm talking about then?"

"Why? Why is this so important, Buffy?" he asked as he shook out a

cigarette. "Out of everything you could ask me?"

Rolling her eyes, she took a deep calming breath and forced herself not

to snap at him. "Let's just say that that day was a turning point in how I

reacted towards you..."

His eyes closed as he took a deep drag off his cigarette. After nearly a

minute they snapped back open and his mouth dropped, giving off the

air of perfect understanding. "Shit..."

"Yeah, shit is right. Answer the question."

"I was so pissed off. Dru left me because of you...carrying on about seeing

me in a cloud of ashes...about how I couldn't kill you. And that was

right before the first time I came back." He chuckled, his voice taking on

an almost sardonic quality. "When I went back to her, and she left me

again-the last time for a Fungus Demon-it was the same tune,

different words." He shrugged. "By the time I got the Gem, all I could

think about was hurting you as much as you hurt me."

She nodded, not surprised at his answer, now that she knew what had

been going on with him. Earlier that night, Dru had said something of

the same light-that Spike had already had feelings for her-before the

chip-probably as far back as their truce.

Smirking, she could only shake her head at the way things had turned

out. *The ironies abound,* she thought to herself. *If he hadn't been

such a prick to me during that fight, I may've been a bit more humane

towards him when he came to us for help. I would've treated him with

the modicum of respect that I had felt for him up until that fight, instead

of the contempt and disdain that he received...*

And if that had happened, things would've turned out a lot different in

the past year and half than they had.

Not that she would have let Spike into her heart any easier, but at least

he wouldn't have felt like such a loose end-vying up for a place in the

world where he could fit in. He wouldn't have sided with Adam last

spring because she may've been serious in helping him find a way of

getting his chip removed-with another deal, no doubt. But still, she

wouldn't have been so hateful and so spiteful when he needed her.

"-the other question?"

She turned her head and met his questioning glance. "Hmm?"

"The other question, Buffy, what is it?"

Biting her bottom lip, she looked out into the night-staring at the

familiar headstones as she kept thinking about the right way to ask him

her next question. Any way she worded it would still hurt him, and for

the first time in a long time, she was loath to do just that. After she had

finally acknowledged her own bitchiness in this scenario, she couldn't

help but feel ashamed about her actions.

And she had been a bitch to him, and no matter what the

circumstances, he hadn't deserved some of things she had said to him in

the past few months-especially since he had been trying to change.

When did she become so cold? So inhumane? When did she stop looking at

the world with the same guile and hopefulness that Dawn did? When

did she begin to act like the very same demons that she had destined to

kill?

Granted, some of it was expected.

One couldn't spend five years as a killer, and have it not affect her in

some ways. But still, she was the one with the soul and since Angel had

left her, she had forgotten what it felt like to feel.

Mind made up, she turned back to face him. "Can you give me time?

Can you accept that I'm not going to throw myself in your arms, and live

happily ever after with you? Can you accept that I need time to

heal...from Angel and Riley." She let out a harsh laugh as she shook

her head at herself. "I'm not going to say, 'let's be friends' or

something else in that vein...but I don't trust you. You've hurt me, Spike. And I've been hurt by others, and the only way I can even know if there's

something between us is if I deal with that first."

Sighing heavily, he flicked his cigarette out into the grass and leaned

back against the headstone-his eyes closed-saying nothing.

"Can you give me a reason to build that trust? Like you've been doing,

but now that I'm open to seeing the change, I'll take it for face value

instead of wondering what it is that you're trying to pull next." Feeling

that restlessness build once again, she ran her fingers through her hair

and began pacing in front of him. "Can you let me get to know you as a

person, and not as the slayer of slayers? You've spent the better part of

the past three months doing just that-in your own way. The pictures,

my clothes-you've taken this leap and I need to do that as well-but I

can't trust that tendril of something that I have for you-unless I know

you...I've been down this road before-with Angel. And yes, he did have

a soul, but he also had a demon that was ten times worse than yours."

She snorted, shaking her head once again at the weirdness that was her

life. "Intellectually, I have trusted you-without a soul-far more than I

have trusted any other soulless vampire ever. All those things I

mentioned earlier are true. You wouldn't have had an open invitation

for all these years into my home if I didn't trust on some level. But with

my heart, suddenly all that trust has disappeared-along with the

invitation-and I need to start at the beginning. I know you're not the

most patient person, but can you give me time?"

Still pacing, she didn't even notice that he had finally moved until he

had stepped out in front of her-grabbing her arm in the process.

Startled, she forced herself not to flinch and made herself look up into

his eyes. Like humans, his eyes were a window into his-what?-

heart?-or whatever inner-self a soulless vampire possessed-that if

Buffy truly wanted to know what he was feeling, all she had to do was

look into his eyes.

Maybe that was another reason she had never dusted him. His eyes

spoke to her-touching a place in her soul where vampires and slayers

were just vague ideas and the boundaries and lines that she had been

forced to deal with daily for over five years were nonexistent-and leaving

just William and Buffy-their core selves.

And Buffy knew without a doubt, if she had met the human William, she

could've fallen in love with him.

Instead of seeing anger or frustration in those dark blue orbs, she saw

understanding-even relief-reflected back at her. "It's all I have a right

to ask, love. Just a chance," he said, giving a small smile. "So, do you

want me to see you home, pet?" he asked, stepping back from her and

holding out his elbow.

She nodded, ignoring her racing heart and slipped her arm through the

crook of his arm. As they made their way through the cemetery towards

her home, she couldn't ignore the wave of relief that filled her.

*This is the way it should've been,* she thought to herself, her mind

returning back to a time before the rage and anger overcame the both of

them. Maybe she would never fall in love with him or trust him with her

heart, but at least she could give him the same chance he had given her.

It was the least she could do-

It was the human thing to do.

~~~~the end~~~~

Well, did that make you all feel a bit better?