Summary: Buffy once again takes her anger out on Spike, only this time it lands him in a wheelchair (again) and she is left to take care of him. This includes him staying at her house. What will come off it? (duh!)

A/N: This story will most certainly be long. So far, I have not finished any of my other fics but I will definitely get this one done because I just need to see it in writing. :) Happy reading guys. Oh and by the by, there has been no Spuffy 'sex' at all. This is after Giles leaves in 'Tabula Rasa'. She obviously knows that Spike loves her though. No angst about her resurrection as it's terribly depressing.

P.S. I love James Marsters.

Chapter 1: How It All Begins

"Dawn," Buffy said, slightly detachedly "I think it's some ones bedtime."

Dawn looked at the clock and then back at her sister "Buffy! It's only eleven o'clock and I am 15 years old. This is totally unfair!" but seeing Buffy's face, she groaned and got up. There was no point in arguing with that face, it was about as bad as her mum's, only her mum wasn't here anymore. The thought saddened Dawn so she put it to the back of her mind and went to brush her teeth and then get to bed.

Buffy looked at Willow and Tara "Sunnydale standby calls." She got up off of her place on the carpet and made her way to her weapons chest. Grabbed her stake and cross as always and headed out of the door only stopping when Willow began to speak.

"Do you want up to go with?"

Buffy smiled sadly and shook her head. "I think I can manage a couple of vampires and no doubt, a certain annoying vampire, with no other point in life but to disrupt mine, will make himself available to 'help'!" Buffy rolled her eyes and left, closing the door on Willow's grin.

Buffy tried to haul herself out of this depression. Why did everyone she loved leave? Her dad, Angel, Riley and Giles. In that order. If only Spike would do that. She would gladly trade him for all the men that had left her, all the people that she actually loved, not just put up with.

Buffy stopped, she sensed something. She turned and saw Xander walking towards her. "Oh hey Buff. Patrolling again?"

Buffy nodded "As always. Why, may I ask, are you out here this late at night? There are undead things walking around ask we speak."

Xander rolled his eyes. "I'm sure he's in his crypt Buff."

"I meant the other, less annoying, more killable and way more evil vampires."

"I wanted a walk and Anya was talking about her money again and she had hat look in her eye. You know that one? Where she wants to introduce then to me personally."

Buffy nodded, "Well do you want to come and help slay some evil undead?"

Xander shook his head "Told Anya that I was only heading out for ice-cream, I'm needed back at home."

"Right then, see you tomorrow."

"Count on it."

Xander in turn, turned and departed.

Buffy entered the cemetery and immediately wished that she hadn't. Spike was already there, fighting two vampires and obviously winning. There was no way that she could leave now though, her job was to kill vampires and she wouldn't shun that, even with Spike there. No matter how much she didn't like Spike, she couldn't kill him. He didn't kill anymore nor could he defend himself against humans without severe neurological pain.

She raised her stake and aimed it at the evil (unchipped) undead. She hit the vampire in the chest and he was dust, leaving Spike to dust the one he was fighting. Having done that, he turned to face her.

"You know Spike, with you here, there is absolutely no reason for me to patrol anymore." She gave him a disgusted look. It was quite safe to say that he didn't deserve it but Buffy just couldn't break old habits. After all, the first time she had met him, he had tried to kill her; and then some.

"Yeah, but you just love to come here and patrol with me. You just find me irresistible." He gave her his trademark cocky grin. Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Spike, I came here to avoid you. Do you realise that your crypt isn't in this cemetery? I figured that you would stay in your own." She started to walk away and Spike fell instep with her.

"And yet you fail to say that you don't find me irresistible."

Buffy turned to him, her annoyance rising "I figured that that went without saying!" She stomped off.

"God Slayer, what's got your knickers in a twist?" He asked as he fell instep with her once again.

She swivelled around, her anger and pain at Giles leaving her and the fact that no matter how much she hurt Spike, physically and emotionally, he still wouldn't go away, came pouring out. She dropped her stake and punched him so hard that he flew 20 ft in the air and hit a tombstone, shattering it. "You have. Why do you have to keep professing your love to me? I don't believe you and doubt that you even know what you feel. I hate you Spike!"

He stood up, lip bleeding, and came back to stand in front of her. "Do you want me to hit you back Buffy? Do you want a fight? Well I'm sorry but I won't be a part of it. I will not hit you."

Buffy shrugged got down and kicked the back of his legs, bringing him down hard. "I can deal with that!"

Spike looked up at her; there was no other way he could look at her. He didn't even put up a defence. "This isn't just about me is it?"

She shrugged and punched him in the face again and again and again. He was starting to bleed really badly. He punches weren't light and she wasn't letting up. He struggled to his feet, slightly disoriented and in pain. Buffy spun around and connected with a roundhouse kick to his midsection. He went down, coughing up blood. He looked up at her. Blood in his eyes too, leaving a truly gruesome picture. "Make you feel better Slayer? Beating on someone who refuses to fight back? Doesn't matter anyway, I'll still love you."

Buffy stopped, he wasn't helping, only making her angrier but as she went to pick up a piece of the broken headstone, her last thought before she threw it on his legs, a dead target, was that he knew that. She also knew that he meant what he said.

He never screamed, not when the tombstone shattered across both legs or as the ominous crunching that was more than just the tombstone breaking, rang across the cemetery.

With tears of frustration ran down her face, Buffy picked up her stake, turned and ran all the way home and to bed.

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Buffy woke up feeling terrible and it took her a moment to figure out exactly why. Willow came and woke her up, telling her that breakfast was ready. "I'm not hungry Will, I have to take a walk."

She got dressed, brushed her teeth and left the house. She didn't like Spike but what she did yesterday was uncalled for. She knew that she had broken his legs, there was no way that she couldn't have.

When she arrived at the cemetery, he wasn't there but the remnants of last night were. Spike's blood and that shattered tombstone pieces. She put her face in her hands. Of course he wouldn't be there. His legs were broken and it was broad daylight. It was well known that vampires and sunlight didn't mix well. "Oh dear god, what have I done? How could I have just left him like that?"

At that precise moment, a cloud of started swirling right next to Buffy but she was still staring at the ground where Spike had been. The thing finished teleporting. It was a foot and a half taller than her and pale. The woman was ethereally beautiful. With dark black hair and large grey-blue eyes. She spoke in an airy voice. "I'd think that you'd be happy about this. After all, you hated him didn't you? You broke his legs so that he couldn't even escape the light."

Buffy turned to the woman "I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just so upset and angry when I left yesterday that I didn't even give him a second thought."

"I'm Rayya" She waved her hand and conjured a bench "and we need to talk Buffy Summers. Please take a seat."

Buffy complied and sat down. "What are you? Buffy asked, curiosity taking over."

"That really isn't the point. Apart from the knowledge that I am a witch, it really doesn't matter. The subject of William matters."

Buffy carried on looking at the woman curiously. She was so pale yet she walked out in the daylight and she was so unimaginably beautiful. It was obvious that Rayya got this a lot so she talked above Buffy's quite rude staring. "You didn't give William a second thought but I did. He isn't dead if that's what you think but you have put him in a wheelchair…again. The first time, he did deserve it but he didn't this time. You know perfectly well how he feels about you but you still saw fit to hurt him for telling the truth. Countless times he has helped you, at least he has helped you a lot more than he has tried to kill you."

Buffy looked down ashamed.

"Buffy Summers, you are the Slayer but that does not give you the right to say which helpless person lives or dies, and to seriously injure him because you yourself were feeling bad…

Please tell me, what is so bad about hearing that you are loved. Some people go through life never being told that."

Buffy didn't have an answer for that so she carried on looking at the grass. Rayya emitted a kind of respect and Buffy couldn't help but pay attention to what she was being told. Rayya was right.

"You knew, from the first punch, that he wouldn't hit back let alone defend himself and still, he loves you. It's true and it's pure Buffy, even if you don't want to believe it. If it wasn't he wouldn't love you after what you just did to him.

You died, he made a promise to protect Dawn and did he?"

Buffy looked up at Rayya and she whispered "Yes, he did."

"Exactly. You know that you had no right to invoke the damage that you did with such an unfounded basis, so the Powers The Be have intervened. William has been sent to your house and he is there right now, with you sister, Willow and Tara. Both the witches know the score and I believe that you sister was eavesdropping."

Buffy looked up sharply. "He's at my house? Since when?"

"As soon as you left your house this morning. It didn't take to long to explain and the things that I missed, I'm sure he will explain.

As punishment, you must take care of him until we think that you have learnt to accept his feelings as real. Believe me, we will know. You have damaged his spine in the process of venting your anger so it will take a bit longer for him to heal. I wish you all the best." With that, Rayya disappeared the same way that she had arrived, saying as parting. "I will return to check on you every now and again."

Buffy had forgotten to ask why Rayya called Spike William. She knew that it was his real name but no one called him that.

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Buffy opened her front door to find an extremely upset and angry Dawn waiting on the other side. Dawn slapped Buffy hard across the face "You bitch! How dare you?!" then she pushed pass her older, shocked sister and left the house at a run, tears streaming down her face. Buffy looked at Willow and Tara for support but they were offering none.

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Pure-HP