Kick His Pansy Arse!
The door to the basement swung open and Willow moved swiftly down the stairs. "Guys… Buf-" She blushed and looked at the ground when she saw the lovers wrapped around each other; a sheet only just covered their naked bodies as they awoke from their slumber.
Spike pulled the sheet up to properly cover them. "Yeah, Red?"
"The, uh, other Buffy's back."
Spike smirked. "She have a good time with the soulful ponce?"
Buffy smacked his chest. "He's you, buddy, and nobody puts down my boyfriend."
Willow groaned as their playful banter continued. "Shut-up! We have a problem."
Their attention was immediately on Willow. "What?" Buffy asked.
"She—she saw, William? Spike? Whatever. She saw him leave with Angelus. She couldn't stop Angelus, he had a car."
Spike grabbed his jeans, slipping them on from under the protection of the sheet. "Why would he do that?"
"She said something about a claim." Willow unconsciously stared at Spike's muscular chest as he stood.
Buffy snapped her fingers. "Willow, snap out of it, this is no time to ogle my boyfriend. What else did she say?"
She looked over at Buffy, who stood, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Um, she said that he was in pain. That Angelus could hurt him for disobeying. Some other stuff too, but I couldn't really hear her, she was on the verge of tears."
Spike pulled a green sweater -that Buffy had found for him earlier- over his head. "Angelus got damn good at torturing through that bloody claim throughout our years together. He can cause some serious damage. I better talk to her." He turned to Buffy. "My god, this thing reeks of Captain Cardboard."
"That would be because it was his sweater." Buffy shrugged. "I couldn't find anything else."
Spike crinkled his nose in disgust. "I think I'd rather go shirtless."
"No!" Willow yelped. "I mean, that's not fair to the other Buffy. You should keep the sweater on."
Spike rolled his eyes, but agreed and took off to find the girl.
He followed Past-Buffy's scent up to her room and slowly opened the door. "Slayer?" No answer. "Buffy?"
He saw Past-Buffy on her bed, her knees against her heaving chest and her arms around her knees.
He moved silently to her side and wrapped his arms around her tiny body, holding her to his chest. He let her cry against him.
"I knew…" her voice broke. "I lose every man I love."
Spike pulled her on to his lap and rocked her slowly. "Now who said you lost anyone? He's not dead, in the dusty way that is, I'm sure of it." He kissed the top of her head. "Even if he were dust, I doubt it would last. It never does."
She laughed wetly into his shoulder. "I guess it doesn't."
Spike pulled her back so he could look at her face. "Now then, what hap—who hurt you?" He asked. His temper was rising as he looked at her ravaged mouth. "Did he do this?"
Past-Buffy stuttered. "W- no. Well, yes, but… I made him."
Spike growled and moved her from his lap so he could pace. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he moved back and forth in the limited space he had. "I'll kill him."
Past-Buffy shook her head. "It wasn't his fault. I made him; I had to stop his pain."
Spike glanced at her. "We love you. You do not do that to someone you love. You're a Slayer, and it looks like that still? I know how bloody bad he would have had to cut you. I will kill his pansy arse."
Buffy spoke up from the doorway. "He should have a chance to make it up to her, don't you think?"
Spike stared at her. "No, I don't think. He hurt her. The bastard hurt her, and I'll kill him for it."
Buffy stepped in front of him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You always hurt the one you love, right?"
"That's not fair. You didn't love me when I said that to you."
Buffy pinched his butt and he yelped. "Who are you to tell me that I didn't love you?"
"Hey, that hurt!"
"See, and I love you."
Spike glared at his lover. "Fine, but I'm kicking his arse."
Buffy scoffed and went over to her double, and sat down next to her. "What happened?"
Past-Buffy looked at her lap. "I caught up with him, and we talked, and I admitted stuff." She glanced at Buffy from the corner of her eye. "And then he was hurting. He was really hurting. He said Angelus wanted him to hurt me, so I told him to do it. He wouldn't, so I- I made him do it. And after he… he ran after the pain was gone."
"That bloody ponce couldn't even take responsibility for what he did?!" Spike cried indignantly.
"Spike, baby, shut up."
Past-Buffy continued. "I went after him, but by the time I caught up again, Angelus was walking him to a car. I called for him, but he didn't even look. He let Angelus put him in the backseat of a car, and they were gone. I lost him." She started crying again. "If I hadn't pushed him, he…"
Buffy broke in, "Then he'd still be writhing in pain. You sacrificed for him, and it was a little too much for him right after getting his soul. Sweetie, the claim is powerful, but I'm sure he'll find his way back to you. Trust me, he loves you enough."
Past-Buffy nodded. "I hope. I mean, Angelus was torturing him. If Spike's being hurt because of me." She shook the thought before the tears could over power her again. "When did you know you loved him?"
"Too late," Buffy said, and grabbed her double's hand. "But I got a second chance, and so will you." She stood, bringing Past-Buffy up with her. "Let's head down stairs."