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Set in season six. Buffy's back from the dead and still having a hard time dealing with life; Christmas is almost more than she can handle. While her friends take a break from the chaos that is their lives, Buffy sneaks out, only to find Spike doing his stalker routine. But things aren't always as bad as they seem, and neither is Spike. This story was originally written in 2014.
1315 words | [PG]
The door clicked softly behind Buffy. She pulled her sweater tighter around her as she sat on the back steps, her breath hanging in the cool December air. From inside, she could hear her friends singing carols, buzzed on too much spiked eggnog. She leaned her head into her hands; everything was so hard.
After a moment, she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “What do you want, Spike?”
Spike chuckled. “You always seem to know where I am, love.”
“I could smell the smoke.”
“Oh.” He looked at his cigarette then dropped it, squashing it with his foot.
“Spike, I’m really not in the mood.”
“Not up with the holiday cheer then?”
“Go home.” Buffy ran her hands through her hair.
Spike came over to the porch. “No.”
“Spike, please-”
“No.” He sat down next to her. “You need some cheerin’ up.”
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