Author: Callie West

Summary: William 'Spike' Edwards is the leading singer of the top selling rock band in the country. After a very harsh, very public break-up with his long time Soap Opera Actress girlfriend he is in no mood to be the subject of a nationwide contest. The Winner? Buffy Summers.

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Chapter Five ~ The Aftermath

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Saturday 12:36pm

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Dawn stared nervously at her sister, as she stormed around in circles throwing clothes and accessories around the room, her face wild, eyes swollen. "Buff-" She started but the look her sister gave her stopped the words cold in her throat.

"Don't, Dawn. Don't you dare. I can't hear you defend him right now. I just can't handle it." Buffy said coldly, her eyes frantically searching the room, trying to get a handle on what she had to do.

"Defend him? Defend hi- are you nuts? What the hell would I defend him. After what he did? What he had the balls to say? The man should rot in hell for what he's done to you."

Buffy looked at her sister, wondering whether she should scold her for her language or thank her for understanding.  She opted for the latter.

Dawn struggled for breath as her sister attacked her with a bone crushing hug, and instead of making a joke out of it she held her big sister as she cried in pain of her broken heart.

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Saturday 12: 47 pm, L.A

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Spike's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he struggled to restore consciousness, he could hear a banging, far off in the distance and tried to determine what it was.

And how he could kill it.

"SPIKE!!!!" He heard a irritatingly familiar voice in the back ground "Spike, you open this Goddamn door this second you–" Xander stop mid-word as his best friend swung open the door his teeth bared, his hand pressed firmly to his aching skull.

"What in the bloody hell do you want, you wanker?" He growled at his not so favorite alarm clock.

"Oh, hey buddy ole' pal....whatcha do last night? Take in a movie, dinner...partake in ruining a woman's life?"

"Huh?" Spike muttered clueless.

"Oh, I just wondered if you had seen this morning's paper?" Xander asked in a peppy voice

"Which one?" The blonde asked stupidly.

"All of them, you ass. Look."

"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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he he he I'm a stinker aren't I??????