Violins And Heartstrings - Chapter 8

Spike waited a whole day like he'd promised himself he would, he'd practically paced a trench in his bedroom carpet and he'd shouted at the director of his latest movie, but he'd waited a whole day to see her.

Pulling up outside the studios in Westchester, Spike parked his metallic blue Dodge Viper haphazardly near the other cars and stepped out of it. He smiled up at the sun as it shone down on him; summer was well and truly here.

Leaning against the bonnet of his car he stared up at the studio, it was a large country house with a long drive and a nice set of gates at the other end--Spike remembered those because it had taken four attempts to get the bint at the other end to open them.

Taking a deep breath, he walked in and leant against the counter.

"Here to see Miss Summers."

"She'll be down soon." The receptionist beamed up at him and he gave her a brief smile before looking towards the door at the far end of the room.

As the girl next to him chatted on excitedly about meeting him, Spike kept his eyes fixed on the door and felt the nerves in his stomach growing out of control. Just as he looked down at his feet, the doors swung open.

Buffy walked through the doors and smiled at him. Spike felt his heart leap painfully into his throat at the sight of her; she was wearing a little summer dress that reminded him of the moment they had shared all those years ago.

"Come with me." She nodded towards the doors and Spike followed her as she led him out into the sunshine again and along a winding path.

Stepping through a small gate as he followed Buffy, Spike found himself in an idyllic park with a small lake in the middle. Trees rustled in the light breeze as they walked over to a picnic bench and sat down.

Spike took in his surroundings before bringing his eyes back to rest on Buffy.

"It's beautiful up here, you fit right in."

Buffy realised that he was a lot more forward and charming than he was six years ago and it caused her to blush--she surmised his charm must be a side effect of his fame.

"You know, I own a house up here." Buffy watched his eyes grow wide.

"You made that much money already?"

"No. Silly." Buffy giggled and Spike felt his stomach flutter, he'd missed that sound so much. "My dad left it to me in his will."

"Oh, sorry." Spike silently hoped he hadn't screwed things up already.

"Don't be. He'd been ill a long time." She smiled and Spike swallowed hard as he looked deep into her eyes.

He felt stuck for something to say; all he wanted to do was make her giggle again but he was scared he was going to keep putting his foot in it.

"Still, you seem to be living it up while I scrape around for measly dollars." Spike grinned at her and she giggled again.

"Don't give me that." Buffy flashed him a wide smile. "I've read all about you now and I hear you're big bucks in Hollywood."

His stomach flipped at her words, she'd been reading up on him since their meeting on Tuesday and he still knew hardly anything about what she'd been up to.

"Yeah, lots of adoring girly fans." Spike tested the water a little, hoping to get a reaction that would let him know if she liked him.

"Must be the hair." Buffy said flatly before giggling again.

"Don't knock the hair." Spike chuckled and Buffy felt her stomach heat up at the sound of it.

"Does kinda suit you." She reached over and ran her fingers through it, tousling it slightly. Spike closed his eyes and inhaled sharply--first contact after six years and it was her fingers in his hair--that had to be a good sign. "Film stars get all the fans."

"Bet you've got adoring male fans." Spike gave her a tender smile and Buffy felt her knees weaken.

"Name one." Buffy tried to keep her face straight--violinists didn't have 'adoring male fans' as he put it.

"Me." Spike met her eyes and gave her a serious look, Buffy blushed--it seemed this violinist did get adorable male fans.

They sat in silence for a while and Buffy struggled to put all her questions into some kind of order, he kept distracting her with soft looks and boyish smiles.

"Mom told me you tried to find me, William."

"Spike." He sighed. "William's dead."

"Why?" She thought his statement was a little odd to say the least, she figured it had something to do with his stage name.

"He died when I realised I wasn't going to find you. Six years of tomorrows and now that tomorrow is here everything is so bloody confusing." Spike lowered his eyes to rest on the table and waited for her response.

"I'm so sorry about that. I tried to contact you but mom said that you'd left Sunnydale."

"I came to New York, Julliard, to study acting and hopefully find you. Little did I know you were off in gay Paris." He looked up at her and she managed a small smile.

"My dad got me in, it was the opportunity of a lifetime and you always told me to chase my dreams. And Paris? It's not so gay." Buffy paused for a moment. "Actually, come to think of it, it's so gay they should paint the Eiffel Tower pink."

Spike chuckled at her and it was like music to her ears, she didn't want him to brood and resent her, she wanted him to be happy around her and just be with her--like old times.

Buffy giggled and stood up, taking hold of his hand she started walking around the perimeter of the lake with him. Spike looked down at their hands and then up at her face. He sighed as he watched her, the hot summer sun beating down on her and causing her hair to shine in the light--it reminded him of their first day together all those years ago.

When they had almost done a lap of the lake, Buffy stopped and looked up at him, holding both of his hands in hers.

"It's nice, being here with you. Six years of missing you and when I find you again you still have the amazing ability to make me forget about everything else. When I'm with you I don't think about all the stuff I'm meant to be squeezing into the next few days and all my responsibilities."

"Same here, love." He still couldn't believe that she'd been trying to find him at the same time he'd been trying to find her.

Spike held her hand a little tighter and watched her as she stared at some children playing on the grass. He wondered if she wanted kids and when she smiled, he decided that if she did, he wanted to be the one to give them to her.

Coming out of her reverie, she found Spike smiling down at her.

"How's the movie anyway? Shouldn't you be off filming?" Buffy looked up at him.

"One of the perks of being the star, I said I had to attend to some personal business, they never question me really." Spike decided to omit the fight he'd had with the director.

"So it has nothing to do with that nice shiner of yours?" Buffy reached up and touched his cheek softly and Spike closed his eyes.

"Another valid reason that I'm not filming this week. Dru overhead us and clocked me one."

Buffy pulled her hand away from him and frowned. "I'm sorry. Is she mad?"

"Well, yes, clinically and she left me."

"Good." Buffy beamed and started walking again.

"I'm sorry?" Spike blinked and followed her.

"Means I get to spend time with you." She turned around and smiled wide at him.

"I see." He carried on walking along side her and felt her hand slip into his.

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