Rating: PG
Buffy and Xander stood in the street, just outside the Magic Box, staring at Spike and Anya. The latter were leaning against the wall, still in shock after Xander's scathing tirade and Spike's little declaration.
Buffy struck out at Xander, sending him flying into the Magic Box door. "Xander, could you be any more immature? I wish you would grow up, get over your insecurity, marry Anya, and ... and get over your jealousy of Spike!" Xander's head rolled to the side as he tried to pick out which of several Buffys, swimming in his vision, to focus on.
Spike and Anya looked on in stunned silence, as she turned back to them. Her eyes were tearing, but she was struggling to keep the tears at bay. Stepping forward she hugged Anya, "This is all my fault. I don't know what to say. I just wish Xander would be reasonable and all your hurt could go away." Anya continued to stare at her as Buffy let go and looked over at Spike.
"Spike, I..." She started to say, but couldn't meet his eyes and looked down. "I know it's my fault. I told you to move on, and you did. I just wish..." She sighed heavily, and finally looked up and met his gaze. "I just wish I could *let* myself... love you. I'm sorry." She turned, shoulders slumping and head drooping as she began to walk away.
Spike's mouth dropped open, "I wish you could too, Pet," and started to go after her. He froze when Anya stepped in front of him, and he saw Anyanka looking back at him.
She cocked her head and looked at him, "Thank you... for everything. Wishes granted."
He blinked his eyes, and he was looking at Anya again. He grabbed her quickly and gave her a light peck. She smiled and then jerked her head toward Buffy. "Hurry."
He nodded and took off after Buffy.
The End
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