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As Spike was resting there, ‘catching his breath,’ he realized there was one more very important thing he needed to ask the Slayer. He just had to make sure. It was the reason he’d been able to remain sane and not give in to the First. Then, he had to believe it. Now, he needed to know if it were true.
“Buffy...”
She was instantly at his side. “What’s wrong?”
“No, no. It’s just... I have one more question that I hafta ask.”
Buffy sighed nervously. What is he gonna ask now? “Go ahead, shoot.”
“Right, well then.” Spike began to speak very fast, as he was rather nervous himself. “Before... before I got taken, you said some things to me and, well, I just wanted to know if you meant them.” He paused. “And... I’ll understand if you didn’t, I mean, I know I don’t deserve-”
“Spike, shut up already, I think we’ve been through the deserving thing. And in answer to your question Spike, I do believe in you. You can be a better man.”
Spike breathed a sigh of relief.
“No, I take that back,” Buffy said.
He looked up at her, disbelieving, confused.
She saw his hurt expression and knelt down so she was level with him, eye-to-eye. “Spike, you are a good man. In fact, I just told Xander that earlier today, and that’s what I tried to tell you before....” she trailed off, watching for his reaction.
“Really?” Spike asked, his voice embarrassingly high-pitched with relief.
She nodded. “Really really.”
A smile appeared momentarily on his bruised and battered face.
A matching smile appeared on Buffy’s less bruised face. “Let’s get you home.”
*******
She carefully helped him up the steps to her house. Opening the door with the hand unoccupied with holding the increasingly weakening Spike up, she led him in.
Buffy was too busy watching him and making certain he wouldn’t fall to look ahead into the living room. Spike, however, glanced up to make sure he wouldn’t stumble over one of these SIT’s. From what Buffy had said, it sounded like they were everywhere, always underfoot.
He stopped abruptly with a muttered curse.
Buffy looked at him worriedly. “Spike? You all right?”
“No, I am not bloody all right! You bleedin’ forgot to tell me that soddin’ Captain Cardboard was back!” Spike yelled with all his strength.
“What the hell are you....” she started to say. Turning, she saw one of those many men who’d said they loved her, whom she had loved, and who had left her. “...Oh.”