Title: Better Than Weetabix
Author: rugrat0ne
Email: rugrat0ne(at)hotmail(dot)com
Rating: G
Feedback: Much appreciated
Distribution: Want, Take, Have, just tell me where it's going. It gives me a happy.
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to Joss and Co., the plot (such as it is) is mine. Also, I get no promotional consideration from the makers of Life cereal.
Setting: Let's say it's between seasons 4 and 5
Notes: Just a light piece of fluff, a friendship piece between Willow and Spike. I came up with it when I was thinking about breakfast. Weetabix, of course, is the British cereal that Spike and Giles were discussing in 'Hush'
Better Than Weetabix
The patrol ended up in front of Willow's house. It always did when she and Spike patrolled together. He held the gate for her as she fumbled with her keys. She unlocked the door for them both, and led the way inside. It was snack time.
Snack time had become a ritual between the two friends, ever since the first night, when Willow, at a loss for the polite thing to say to one's vampire partner at the end of a grueling patrol, had invited Spike in. That's when she discovered that Spike liked an array of foods besides blood.
He still liked blood the best, though, and Willow had taken to stocking the fridge with it. Her parents were gone so much that they never even noticed the addition.
Willow got it out now, and placed it in the microwave to warm. She also poured herself a generous bowl of cereal. She turned to get the milk, and turned back in time to see Spike stealing a handful of cereal out of her bowl.
"Spike!" she cried, swatting at him playfully, "That's mine!"
"Just trying it," he defended himself. He sampled the crunchy handful, and a strange look came over his features. "What's this called, love?"
"Oh, it's Life cereal," she informed him.
"It's better than Weetabix," he commented, "Can I have some?"
Willow gestured towards the box. "You're welcome to it," she said.
Spike got his mug from the microwave and set it on the island. He took a handful of the sugary cereal and crushed it in his fist.
"Spike, what are you…oh, that's gross," Willow exclaimed, as he poured the pulverized cereal into his blood.
"Gives it texture," he explained, unabashed, stirring it up, "And it takes the edge off the 'pig' taste."
He drank it down greedily as Willow tried not to watch. She focused instead on her own snack.
A sudden thought made her start to giggle.
"What's that, then?" Spike demanded.
"It's just so funny, you eating Life. I mean, that's really what vampires do," she explained, not too coherently.
"We do what?" he asked, mystified.
"Eat life, blood. It's the same thing."
Spike looked at her strangely. "You have an odd way of looking at things, ducks. But then again, I suppose that's why we're friends." He ruffled her hair affectionately.
He went to the fridge and started making himself another batch. Willow decided she'd better eat her cereal before it went all mushy.
"Better than Weetabix," Spike murmured to himself, as he started in on his new mugful, "Much, much better."