Therapy - part 1
Spike & Tara
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pg 16
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Summary:The Scoobies have a therapy session with Dr. Phil.



   Spike sat down and looked around the training room.
   " No need to be nervous, William, " Dr. Phil said, taking a seat in the chair across from him.
   " I'm not nervous, " he replied, looking at the vampire dummy in the corner.
   " Yes, you are, son, " Phil pointed out.
   " Am not. "
   " Are too. "
   " I am bloody not nervous! "
   " Then why won't you look at me? "
   Spike turned his blue eyes to the balding man, a smirk on his face.
   " Happy now? " 
   Phil smiled.
   " Let's talk about if you're happy, William. "
   " The name's Spike. "
   " And why is that, William? "
   " Spike. "
   " And why is that, William? "
   Spike growled.
   " Because, I am known for putting railroad spikes in the heads of people I kill, " he replied, gritting his teeth.
   " No. "
   The vamp raised a brow.
   " What do ya mean, no? "
   " That's not why you're called Spike. "
   " Yes it is. "
   " No, it's not. "
   " Yes, it bloody well is! "
   " You're called Spike, because you wanna be called Spike. "
   " I'm called Spike, because I put bleedin' spikes in the soddin' heads of people I kill! "
   " And why is that, William? "

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   Xander glared at Giles. Willow sighed.
   " Xander, stop that, " she ordered.
   " Yes, honey, " Anya said. " It is rather annoying. "
   " Oh, so I'm the bad guy here? " he cracked. " Hey,  I'm not the one who thinks we all need to have our heads shrunk.
 That's Mr. English guy over there. "
   " Xander, I assure you that there will be no head shrinking, " Giles stated, sighing deeply. " Dr. Phil is merely here to help you
vent and relieve yourself of the daily pressures life in the world of demon fighting can bring on. I promise, you will feel much better
after you have spoken to him. "
  Before Xander could answer, the training room door flew open and a sobbing Spike came running out. Without saying a word, he 
went to Tara's side and buried his face in her shoulder. She hugged him tight and stroked his hair as the Scoobies looked at each other,
 then at Giles.
   " Tara, " Phil said, standing in the doorway. " You can come on back. "
   The blonde stopped stroking Spike's hair and tried to get up. 
   " Spike, honey, " she gently said. " Honey, are you ok? "
   He sat up and wiped his eyes.
   " I'm fine, Pet, " he replied.
   " Yes, well, " Giles stammered, trying to ignore the glares of the gang. " Tara, Dr. Phil is waiting. "
   Tara nodded and turnede her baby blues to Spike.
   " Are you sure that you're ok? " she asked, brushing a hand over his damp cheek.
   " I'm sure, Luv. "
   He pulled her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon it. She managed a small smile, then got up and went into the 
training room. Phil flashed a smile, then followed her, closing the door behind him. The moment he was gone, all eyes turned to Spike.
   " What in the crap happened back there? " Buffy quipped.

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   " So, you're a witch, " Phil mused, rubbing his chin. 
   " Yes, I am, " Tara replied, her voice soft.
   " And why is that, Tara? "
   She looked at him, somewhat thrown by the question.
   " Uh, well, uh, my mom was one and I guess it's kinda my destiny. I have the gift and I want to use it for good, to help people. "
   He shook his head.
   " Tara, Tara, Tara, " he sighed.
   " Yes? "
   " Don't play games with me, girl. "
   " Excuse me? "
   " That's not why you're a witch and you know it. "
   " Yes, yes it is. "
   " You're a witch, Tara, because you wanna be a witch. "

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   " So then, he says, you're poetry sucks, because you want it to suck. Can you bloody believe that? "
   The tears began to fall again and Willow moved to sit next to him, wrapping a comforting arm around him.
   " It's ok, " she soothed, hugging him tight.
   " Yeah, " Buffy said, moving to his other side and patting his back. " What does he know? " she added, giving 
Giles a full on Slayer glare.
   The older Englishman shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
   " I am so not going back there, " Xander said. " I'm not up for the whole, crying game. "
   " Xander, venting, releasing, is an emotional experience, " Giles noted. " It's only natural for one to cry, shed tears,
open the flood gates, so to speak. Everyone cries. "
   " YOU'RE AN OBNOXIOUS CREEDENT, BECAUSE YOU WANNA BE AN OBNOXIOUS CREEDENT! "
   Tara's voice echoed throughout the shop, causing everyone to turn to the training room door.