Second Chances

A/N: Okay, for each of these chapters that have the same name as an episode, I am taking for granted that you have seen the episode. I include some scenes almost word for word, but there is not enough for you to understand what is going on unless you have seen the episode. Also, this is second season Buffy, and yes she is young, and whiny, and madly in love with Angel. But with seventh season Spike in the picture, you know things will be different…


Series: Second Chances
Author: Princess Joyce
Rating: PG for this chapter


Chapter 2: Halloween

Buffy lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mom was out of town, again, and even though she was the Slayer, Buffy always had trouble sleeping when the house was empty. Add that to all of the ‘Spike-mares’ she’d been having, and sleep just became more and more elusive. Why was she dreaming about Spike? She had no idea.

The blond vampire had not made another appearance since that night two weeks ago in the warehouse. Since then, Buffy had dealt with an Inca Mummy come back to life, and a cult of frat boy demon worshippers. On the plus side, she really believed that she and Angel were getting closer. If not for her showing up late for their first date looking like she’d been rolling in hay. Which she had been. It wasn’t her fault that she had just happened to come across a vampire in a pumpkin patch. He’d been a little tougher to take down than what she was used to. Of course, she had been distracted, thinking of the date to come.

Well, now it was just a non-date. When she’d finally arrived at the Bronze, it was to find Cordelia Chase all over Angel. Fortunately, Buffy knew Cordelia, and knew that Angel was just being nice, but it still hurt to see them like that. Hopefully their second try at a date would be more successful. Tomorrow night she was supposed to meet up with him at her house. That way, she wouldn’t have to worry about Cordelia intercepting him if she were late. But then, tomorrow was Halloween, and according to Giles, the slowest night for demonic activity. Maybe she would finally get some Angel smoochies!

So again, what was up with the Spike dreams? They weren’t erotic in any way. Basically just him pouring his heart out to her in the warehouse, begging her to let him help. She always woke feeling guilty.

Buffy glanced over at the bedside clock. Four am. She could get three good hours of sleep before she had to get up for school. Determinedly, she shut her eyes and started counting backwards from one hundred…

Buffy looked around in the semi-dark warehouse and rolled her eyes. Another Spike dream, goody.

Sure enough, said vampire was making his way to her through the shadows.

“Why won’t you let me help? Don’t you know that you are my reason…”

“Get out of my dream! This is stupid…”

“You know that there is more going on than I’m telling you. Aren’t you curious to know what it is?” He asked, gesturing toward a door that she hadn’t seen before.

“I uh, huh?”

Her eyes were transfixed on the door as it slowly opened.

She was across the threshold in seconds, though she couldn’t remember moving her feet.

Buffy blinked in shock and did a double take. Now there were two Spikes with her. The familiar one standing behind her was the one that always seemed to haunt her dreams, and then another one in front of her watching a TV screen. He seemed different, somehow.

“Here it comes,” the Spike in front of her said.

“Rewind that. Let's see that again.”

It was a video recording of the fight she’d had with the vampire in the pumpkin patch that night.

Spike laughed as he studied her moves.

“She's tricky. Baby likes to play,” he said, eyes gleaming with lust.

The scene where she staked the vampire with the sign replayed.

“You see that? The way she stakes him with that thing? That's what's called resourceful. Rewind it again.”

He faded away and she turned back to the Spike that was still standing behind her.

“If you really wanted me to trust you, you shouldn’t have shown me that. I mean, you video taped me slaying? Honestly, I’m not sure if I should be flattered or just creeped out. I think I’ll go with the second one,” she said, glaring at him.

He shrugged.

“I’m not going to hide anything from you,” he responded, seriously.

“Why did you video tape me?” She asked slowly, as if speaking to a small child.

He frowned.

“I did it the first time to learn how to kill you…”

“What? I thought you wanted to help me!”

“I do. That’s why I didn’t video tape you this time.”

“What do you mean this time?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but all Buffy heard was a ringing sound.

She opened her eyes to find herself back in her now sun-drenched bedroom, alarm clock blaring.

“Wonderful!”

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Buffy, Xander, and Willow were walking down the hall at school later that morning when they came across Principal Snyder recruiting for the volunteer safety program for Halloween. They watched as he picked up one of the clipboards and looked around the hall. Snyder grabbed the first girl that walked by and pulled her aside.

“Hey!” She protested at being manhandled.

“You're volunteering,” he sneered, brandishing the clipboard at her.

“But I have to get to class,” she pointed out, but he just shrugged and forced the clipboard into her hands.

“Snyder must be in charge of the volunteer safety program for Halloween this year,” Willow commented, believing them to be out of earshot of the cranky principal.

“Note his interesting take on the volunteer concept,” Xander added with a smirk.

“What's the deal?” Buffy asked.

Even though it had been almost year since she had moved to Sunnydale, there were still times when she had no idea that was going on.

“Oh, a bunch of little kids need people to take them trick-or-treating. Sign up and get your own pack of sugar-hyped little runts for the night,” Xander informed her as the group stopped at Willow’s locker.

“Yikes. I'll stick to vampires,” Buffy commented. Kids just weren’t her thing.

Snyder suddenly came out of nowhere and put his hand on Buffy’s shoulder. She spun around to face him.

“Miss Summers. Just the juvenile delinquent I've been looking for,” he said almost gleefully.

“Principal Snyder!”

“Halloween must be a big night for you. Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples, one pathetic cry for help after another. Well, not this year, missy.”

His hand tightened on her shoulder as he led her to the sign-up table, Willow and Xander following meekly.

“Gosh, I'd love to sign up, but I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrome, and can tragically no longer hold a flashlight.” She said, giving him her most winning smile.

Snyder merely held up the clipboard and pen, clearly not buying her excuse.

“The program starts at four, the children have to be back at six.” He said, as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

Buffy reluctantly grabbed the pen and clipboard and signed herself up. Xander seemed to think the whole thing was funny until Snyder turned to him and Willow.

The three students left him shortly, glowering as they made their way down the hall.

“I can't believe this. We have to get dressed up and the whole deal?” Xander complained.

“Snyder said costumes were mandatory,” Willow said, nodding.

“Great. I was gonna stay in and veg. The one night a year things are supposed to be quiet for me,” Buffy moaned.

“Halloween quiet? Oh, I figured it'd be a big old vamp scare-apalooza.”

“Not according to Giles. He swears that tomorrow night is, like, dead for the undead. They stay in.”

“Those wacky vampires! That's why I love 'em! They just keep you guessing!” Xander said with a smile.

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Very late that night, after Buffy had finished her nightly patrol, she decided to try on her Halloween costume again. Ethan had given her a great deal on the lovely dress. She quickly slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror. The old-fashioned gown made her look like the pictures of the women that she and Willow had seen earlier that day in the old Watchers’ Diaries. It made her look like the kind of woman Angel might have ‘courted’ when he’d been alive.

Would Angel like it? Would it have any effect on him at all? Would Spike?

Buffy frowned. Spike? She didn’t care what Spike thought. Nope, this dress was for Angel…

As if her thoughts had summoned him, the dark-haired vampire appeared.

“I think it’s lovely,” he said, eyes raking her up and down.

She blushed at his daring.

“May I have this dance?” Angel asked, holding out a hand.

Buffy smiled and put her hand in his.

They waltzed.

Buffy was so into the dance that she didn’t even realize that they weren’t in her room anymore. They were in the warehouse. The pair danced in candle light to music that was coming from somewhere above their heads. It was very romantic.

The dance ended and he lifted her hand to his mouth. But when his lips touched her hand, Buffy suddenly saw that it was Spike and not Angel that was with her.

“Where is Angel?” She demanded, pulling her hand back from him.

“Yes, that’s a question you’ll be asking a lot as time passes,” Spike said, smirking.

“I’m not kidding, Spike! What did you do with him?” She demanded angrily.

He rolled his eyes.

“ ‘I’ didn’t do anything with him. This is your subconscious, you must have made him go away. Not that I’m complaining…” he leered at her.

“My subconscious? You mean, I’m dreaming?”

Spike just looked at her.

“Fine, I’m dreaming. I wonder why am I dreaming about you?”

He shrugged and looked away.

“That’s it? No cryptic responses that just lead to more questions?” She asked, only half-teasing.

He looked surprised.

“Bloody hell, is that how you see me? I’m not cryptic, I’m the most straight-forward person you know. Well, other than Anya…”

Buffy held up a hand to stop him.

“First, I don’t know you, and I don’t know this ‘Anya’. Second, when have you ever given me a straight answer? Never. You’re all, ‘oh, I want to help you, but I can’t tell you why so just trust me.’”

They glared at each other for a moment.

“I have to go…” Spike said turning away from her.

“Wait! This is my dream! You can only go when I say it’s okay,” she insisted.

Still facing away from her, he shut his eyes and growled, “Good God you are the stupidest, most annoying brat I’ve ever met.”

Buffy’s mouth dropped open in wordless outrage.

“You and I are going to have a nice long talk tomorrow night,” he threw over his shoulder as he continued to walk away.”

“Tomorrow night? Wait, is this a dream, or are you really here? Answer me, damnit!”

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“Buffy! You look awf- uh, Have trouble sleeping?” Willow asked at school the next morning as Buffy trudged up the front steps.

“Spike-mares, can’t get rid of them,” she muttered heading in the direction of the library.

“Spike-mares? You’re dreaming about Spike?” The redhead asked, surprised.

“Who’s dreaming about a spike?” Xander asked joining the two girls.

“Not a spike, Spike. You know, the vampire that got away?” Willow reminded him quickly.

“Oh, are they ‘slayer’ dreams or ‘naughty’ dreams?” He asked, suspiciously.

Buffy thought about that for a moment as they entered the library and settled at the table.

“Neither. I start dreaming a normal dream, and then suddenly I’m in a warehouse with Spike. It’s like, he wants to tell me something, but can’t. And he acts like he knows things. He acts like he knows me,” she said the last sentence quieter.

“Are you sure it is a dream?”

The three jumped at Giles’ question. The older man smiled at being able to startle them, but quickly grew serious as he listened to his slayer.

“At first, but now I’m not so sure. I mean, even last night in the dream he told me that I was dreaming, but some of the things he says…Technically, I can’t dream anything unless I know of it already, right? Well he said something about ‘Anya’.”

“Anya? Who’s Anya?” Xander asked with a slight chauvinistic purr. Willow elbowed him in the ribs.

“That’s just it. I don’t know. I’ve never even heard that name before. Have you?” she asked Giles.

He thought about for a moment, then shook his head.

“No. But it is p-possible that you have heard that name some time in your life. Even if j-just in passing.”


Buffy gave him a doubtful look.

Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them as he spoke.

“The subconscious mind is very complex. Just b-because you don’t consciously know something, doesn’t mean you completely don’t know it.”

It was so quiet, you could have heard a pin drop.

“Was that not clear?” He asked, doubtfully.

“As mud,” Buffy quipped and got to her feet.

“Well, dreams or not-dreams I still have an algebra test. And, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Giles? ‘Cause if the demons get to take Halloween off then so should I,” she said, firmly.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, smiling at her indulgently.

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Later that night Spike strut down the street grinning at the chaos that surrounded him. He had almost forgotten this Halloween costume switch thing. Up ahead he saw Buffy’s friends and his poncy sire walking quickly searching the chaotic darkness for a sign of the Slayer.

“Are you sure she came this way?” Xander asked, holding what appeared to be a real M-16 rifle.

“No,” Angel snapped, quickening his pace.

“She'll be okay,” Cordelia said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

“Buffy would be okay. Whoever she is now, she's helpless. C'mon!” Angel growled.

Spike’s grin widened as he took off down a side street. He knew where Buffy was, and he would take a short cut…

He reached the pier just in time to see a pirate make a grab for Buffy.

He growled, but forced himself not to let his demon appear on his face in front of the Slayer-turned 17th century girl.

Spike grabbed the ‘pirate’ by the arm, and slung him across the deck.

Just as he was about to finish the brute off, Buffy grabbed his arm.

“Oh, thank you sir! You saved my life!” She gushed, throwing herself into his arms. Spike tightened his arms around her and inhaled her scent with a blissful expression on his face.

“Buffy? Are you here?” Angel’s voice called out.

She clutched Spike tighter.

“It’s that demon! Please don’t let him take me,” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Spike gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

“I would never,” he promised, scooping her up into his arms and taking off for the warehouse.

Once they were safely inside, Spike sat her down in an old chair, and then settled in to wait.

“What are we doing? Won’t you take me home now?” she whined, tears threatening again.

Spike went to her and handed over a handkerchief.

“I will take you home, I promise. But we have to wait until we are sure all the demons are gone,” he said, gently.

“Oh, I’m so afraid. This is all so overwhelming! I should be at a ball, dancing with the richest men in society,” she complained as she wiped her face.

Spike smiled.

“Well, I’m not the richest man, but I do know how to dance,” he said, offering her his hand.

Buffy gave him a skeptical look.

“I won’t hurt you, and it might take your mind of the scary things for a little while,” he urged.

“There isn’t any music,” she protested, even as she placed her hand in his.

He smiled and began humming.

At first the dance was awkward, but after a few minutes, they both relaxed into it.

It was nice. Probably the nicest time he’d spent since he’d been back.

Buffy suddenly stiffened in his arms, and he tugged her black wig off, to let her blond tresses tumble out.

“Hi Honey, I’m home,” she said, aiming a punch at his nose.

He deftly caught the punch with his right hand and wagged a finger from his left hand in her face.

“None of that now. I was helping, not hurting,” he pointed out, slowly relaxing his grip on her hand.

She blinked a few times and shook her head.

“I need to see if everyone is okay,” she said, pulling her hand away and heading for the door.

“They’re fine,” he called out, but she didn’t slow her pace.

“I told you we were going to have a talk tonight!”

His words stopped her that time.

She turned and suddenly ran at him.

They did their other kind of ‘dance’ for a few minutes, Buffy unable to land even one punch on him.

Finally she stopped.

“Who are you? Why are you in my dreams? And how is it you know every move I make, before I make it?” She demanded, wearily.

“I’m Spike, I don’t know why we are sharing dreams, and I’m not going to answer your third question here.”

“Then where?” Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Your house. Sitting at your kitchen table, and you have to make me cocoa with the little marshmallows.”

Buffy’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“What? How can you even ask…”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling. You wanna know what’s going on? Those are my conditions,” he said.

“But…”

“You’re right. I’ve been bloody cryptic since I got back. Well, that’s just not me, and it’s time I told you what was going on. Oh, you won’t believe me, not right away, but you might trust me. A little, anyway.”

“You’ll tell me, everything?”

“I will answer all of your questions as best as I can,” he promised.

“Fine, when?”

“Tonight.”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Deal.”

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Buffy walked into her bedroom and jumped in surprise when she saw Angel sitting on her bed.

“Angel! I forgot you were coming over,” she said, mentally kicking herself.

It was all Spike’s fault. Since their last conversation she’d been distracted, thinking about what he would revel to her. And that she would have to stop by the store after school tomorrow to get his stupid marshmallows.

Angel studied her face for a second, before getting to his feet.

“You’re tired. I can go,” he said heading for the window.

“No, don’t go! I’m just… a bit distracted,” she finished, lamely.

He sighed.

“Are you upset about what happened tonight? With the costumes?” Angel asked, sitting back down.

She sat beside him and took a moment to consider the question.

“Not really. I mean, it was kind of creepy, but that’s pretty much normal for me. Although, Willow has made me swear that if I dress up next year it has to be as a super hero of some kind,” she smiled.

“What made you decide to go with that dress?” he asked, leaning back on his elbows.

Buffy blushed.

“I thought you’d like it. Isn’t it how the girls you dat- uh, courted dressed when you were alive?”

He gave her an odd look.

“I hated the girls back then. Especially the noble women,” he said, smirking at her discomfort.

“You did,” Buffy said, nodding her head.

“They were just incredibly dull. Simpering morons, the lot of them. I always wished I could meet someone... exciting. Interesting,” he said, looking into her eyes.

His face was getting closer to hers when she suddenly blurted out, “Do you like marshmallows?”

His expression was almost comical he was so surprised.

“I don’t… know. I can’t remember ever trying them when I was alive,” he admitted.

Buffy looked at him thoughtfully.

“No, I mean now. After you became a vampire. Is there any food or sweet that you still eat?”

Angel shook his head.

“Sometimes I drink coffee, but that’s mainly for extra energy. I don’t need to eat to so why should I?”

“That’s a very good question. I need to remember that,” she said.

Angel was puzzled.

“Why do you need to remember it?”

Buffy couldn’t exactly put her finger on why, but she did not want to tell Angel about Spike.

“Uh, it’s just something Giles asked me to do… Yeah, a list of things I’d like to know, …about vampires,” she said, hating herself for lying.

“Why would Giles…”

Buffy faked a huge yawn.

“You were right, I’m tired. I should probably get some sleep,” she said hustling him over to the window.

“Um, okay. Goodnight, Buffy,” he said, dropping a quick kiss on her lips.


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“He wants what?” Willow asked in surprise.

“Little marshmallows… Do you see any?” Buffy asked as she looked up and down the aisle.

As soon as school was out the next day, Buffy had grabbed Willow and made a mad dash for the grocery store. Spike would be at her house in a few hours, and she was still marshmallow-less.

The redhead pointed to the bottom shelf and Buffy let out a triumphant squeal as she snatched up the last bag.

“So, Spike is coming to your house tonight to answer all of your questions. And he wants marshmallows in return?”

“Little marshmallows. And he wants them in cocoa.”

“Are you sure he’s not trying to kill you? Giles said he’s killed two slayers.”

Buffy sighed, shaking her head in confusion.

“I know, but he’s had plenty of opportunity to kill me and he hasn’t. Maybe something has changed him,” she suggested, leading the way to the checkout stands.

“You think he has his soul?” Willow asked, thoughtfully.

“No, or maybe. I think it’s something else. Maybe related to his soul? I don’t know, but, if he keeps his word, I’ll know soon enough.”

“Well, be careful Buffy. And call me as soon as he leaves. If you don’t call by 10, I’m calling Angel,” Willow threatened, crossing her arms across her chest.

Buffy winced at Angel’s name. She hated keeping this from him, but was afraid of how he’d react if he found out.

“Midnight,” Buffy countered.

“11:30, and that’s my final offer.”

“Deal.”

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Buffy nervously wrung her hands and looked at the clock again. The sun had set over an hour ago, what was taking him so long?

She went back into the kitchen and stirred the warming coca on the stove. Luckily her mother was still out of town, and would be through the weekend. A sudden knock at the back door made her jump. She pushed back her fear, gathered her anger around her like a blanket and opened the door.

“What took you so lo-. Oh,” she stopped short at seeing him covered in dirt and scratches.

“I had a disagreement with a flonghra demon…” he said, trying to brush the dirt from his sleeves.

Buffy opened the door wider.

“Co-”

“Stop!” Spike interrupted.

“I wanna try something first,” he said, then slowly lifted his foot and moved it through the doorway.

He gave her huge grin as he realized that there was no barrier to keep him out.

Buffy’s jaw dropped in shock as she watched him walk right past her, through the kitchen and into the bathroom.

After standing there for a minute, completely caught off-guard by the bleach-blonde menace, she slowly followed him.

He was cleaning his cuts, and bandaging them with band-aids from the first-aid kit that her mom kept in the medicine cabinet.

“How did you know that was there?” She asked, in a small voice.

Spike frowned at her then asked, “Is my cocoa ready?”

A few minutes later they were seated at her kitchen table.

“So, do I just get to ask you questions?” She asked, looking at her cup.

Spike sighed and played with a soggy marshmallow on his tongue.

“How about I tell you some things first, and then you ask questions?”

“Ok.”

“I really don’t know why we are seeing each other in our dreams, but it is probably a side-effect of the spell that brought me back,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

“Back from where?”

He sighed and looked her directly in the eyes.

“The future.”

A full minute of silence passed before the giggles started. Spike just rolled his eyes and finished his cocoa while he waited for her to compose herself.

When she could finally speak again, Buffy repeated his ludicrous claim.

“The future.”

He nodded.

“That is the most ridiculous…”

“Is it? Even after turning into your bloody Halloween Costume last night? Vampires and demons are real, but time travel is where you draw the line?” He demanded.

She frowned. Was he telling the truth?

“Okay, let’s pretend like I believe that you are from the future. Why are you here now? And what does all of this have to do with me?”

Spike leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest.

“We started out as enemies, you and me. But neither of us could kill the other. Then An- uh, a demon decided he wanted to destroy the world, and I decided that I liked living in this world just fine, so I helped you stop him.”

She opened her mouth but he held up a hand to stop her.

“Here, let me just get this out, then you can start your questions alright?”

Buffy nodded, and settled back in her chair.

“We went our separate ways after that, but fate just kept throwing us back together. Sometimes we’d fight each other, and sometimes we’d fight together. One day, I woke-up and realized that I was in love with you.”

He had to hold his hand up again to keep her silent.

“You did not return my affection, at least not at first. But you let me help, and even you admitted that we made a great team. That you needed me.”

He stopped and stared at the table for a minute, lost in thought.

“So, how do you know all of my fight moves?”

“We trained together. I have to admit you are a much better fighter five years from now. I’m surprised some demon hasn’t snuffed you out yet.”

She frowned.

“Why did you come back here?”

Buffy’s expression was blank, so there was no way he could tell if she believed him or not. But her question made him hopeful.

“An apocalypse to end all apocalypses happened. Again we were teamed up to keep the baddest of all bads from destroying the world. You gave me an amulet to wear that we believed would save us. Neither of us realized that using it would also take my life.”

“You died to save the world?” She asked, unable to keep the disbelief off of her face.

“No. I died to save you. Saving the world was just a side effect. So, as my last deed on Earth was so noble, the ‘Powers that Be’ gave me a second chance. Starting with the night we met.”

He stood up and walked over to the stove to refill his cup while she processed everything he said.

His story was crazy! Totally unbelievable… So why did she find herself wanting to believe him?

“So this is atonement for you? You want to help me ‘fight the good fight’ so that you can save your immortal soul?”

He turned from the stove to give her an exasperated look.

“No, I want to be a part of your life. If all I ever get to do is fight by your side, then that will just have to be enough.”

“Why?”

“Because any world without you in it would be hell for me.”

Buffy was startled by how sincere he was; by the depth of his love.

She took a minute to catch her breath and calm her pounding heart.

“You can help me. But there will be conditions. We have to tell Giles everything. You harm any of my friends, and I will dust you. And that includes standing by and doing nothing while something else harms them. You will follow my lead in everything. When I say be here, you are here, when I say leave… you leave.”

His glare was defiant.

“No. You are young and have a lot to learn. I will follow your lead in most things but I refuse to blindly take orders. We can tell your watcher and friends whatever you like, and if I am in a position to help them I will. I think you will find that I can teach you a lot, especially in the area of fighting.”

Now, they were both glaring at each other.

“You don’t love me. You couldn’t possibly,” she snapped.

“Not yet. You have some growing up to do,” he sneered deliberately looking at her breasts.

He caught her fist inches from his nose, and grinned at her.

“Well, I say it’s about time I took my leave of you. Do you want me with you when you tell Giles?” He asked.

Buffy was caught between anger at his insults, frustration at her lack of ability to land a single punch on him, and disbelief at the familiar way he said her watcher’s name.

“I, uh… I don’t know. Why don’t you just meet me at the school library at sunset tomorrow,” she said, watching him warily as sauntered closer to her.

And then he leaned down and kissed her.

Her punch landed this time, and he went flying to the floor.

Spike got to his feet, holding his nose and chuckling.

“Worth it, totally worth it.”

And with a wink, he left.


End Chapter 2

A/N: The progression of Spike and Buffy’s relationship will be slow. She will see him as a friend first, and as Spike pointed out, she’s not quite mature enough for him yet. So those of you looking for some quick smut will be disappointed. Eventually this story will work itself up to M/NC-17 rating, but it won’t be anytime soon. My beta is currently working on the next completed chapter: Lie to Me.

‘Till next time,
Princess Joyce