If

"If. I'm just saying, if." Xander wouldn't look at him, face pressed against Spike's chest. Hand still on that picture he'd found, one Spike should have burned, a long time ago.

Spike sighed. "There's no ifs. Stopped believing in if before you were born, brat. There's just us. You, me, here, now." Circles along the soft skin of Xander's neck-- slow, soothing, trying, like any completely insane vampire, to *calm* the throbbing pulse beneath his fingers.

"But-- if she came back...."

"She doesn't want me, Xan."

"But if--"

"No."

"But--"

"No."

"No ifs, huh?"

"No, just... no."

"Oh."

the end