***Happiness Found in Bubble Wrap***
Spike's Personal Alarm Clock
Disclaimer:
I don't own Buffy The Vampire Slayer and/or its characters. I just borrow them on weekends.
Author's Note:Takes place after The Gift; Buffy is still alive and never died; This is the sequel to Crazy, but it can be read separately.
Dedication:To my best friends; Stephanie and Heather. Hey! You guys have your names in print! Be proud! I also dedicate this one to the Buffy/Spike relationship, Joss, please go somewhere with this!
"Dawn! Get off the computer! I have homework to do!" Buffy announced as she stomped through the doorway
"Ok. Hang on! I gotta finish this level!" the Slayer's sister yelled back
"Dawn! Now!"
"Nooooooo!!!!" Dawn quit her game of Tomb Raider with a long face. "Go. And if you're interested, you made me accidentally kill Lara."
"I'm really not interested. Go bug Spike." Buffy practically shoved her sister out of the room as she threw her bag down on the sofa. Dawn shrugged and said,
"Ok." With that she bounded up the stairs towards the vampire's room. Buffy pulled out a chair and prepared herself for a long and tiring night of work.
Dawn carefully twisted the doorknob to Spike's room and peered inside, to find the vampire out like a light. Dawn pushed the door close as silently as she could and took a deep breath before launching herself onto the side of his bed.
"SPIKE WAKE UP!!" Dawn yelled as she bounced off the side of the mattress just in time to avoid Spike's flailing arms.
"I DON'T DO WINDOWS!" He yelled before realizing his surroundings. Dawn giggled from her spot on the floor, but quickly stopped when he shot a glare at her.
"I um...Buffy told me to go bug you...I'm sorry..." She mumbled.
"It's ok, nibblet. What time is it?" Spike rubbed his eyes, trying to get them focused.
"Four thirty. You're slacking, you're usually up by now. Come on, if you hurry up I'll make us those little pizza bagels you like." Dawn answered. Spike pretended to be ecstatic and said with mock excitement,
"Oh boy! I can't wait!" Spike tumbled out of the bed clad in his usual white T-shirt and boxers. He swept her up under one arm and tossed her over his back, piggy-back style
"Spike! Put me down!"
"Quit your whining, kid-o. Airplane rides are next! Of course, I can't guarantee that I won't accidentally lose my grip..."
"You wouldn't. You love me too much." With that they exited the room and headed for the kitchen.
"NO!! YOU INFERNAL MACHINE!" Buffy slapped the side of the computer with her palm as she screamed at it.
"Um, Buffy? You're talkin' to inatiment objects. Did something go wrong today at school?" Spike asked, concerned that his girlfriend was going out of her mind.
"No, well, yeah. I almost failed my psychology test." Buffy thrust the paper towards him.
"Well this is not good! 'The best way to relieve stress is to punch something...?" Spike raised an eyebrow. Buffy was about to answer when Dawn cried out,
"We're out of bagels and pizza sauce! Didn't you go shopping this week, Buffy?"
"Uh, Dawn. I've been busy with other school related stuff!" The Slayer snapped. A look of surprise and hurt covered Dawn's face.
"Don't worry, I got it." Spike headed up the stairs to get dressed.
"Spike!! Let's go!!" Dawn stood by the door, a look of impatience on her face.
"Hold you're bloody horses. I'm comin'." Spike ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the grocery money off of the kitchen table. Buffy was still at the computer, staring at it blankly as she typed.
"Buffy?" Spike called out. When there was no answer he started talking to her as if she was from another country and didn't speak English,
"Buffy, we are going to the store...we will be back soon." Buffy still sat there staring into the screen, as if it would begin to tell her how to write her report any minute.
"Ok, come on, pet. We can go make fun of all the old ladies and play football with the paper towel." Spike put a hand on her back and lead her out of the house.
Spike's Personal Alarm Clock
Disclaimer:
I don't own Buffy The Vampire Slayer and/or its characters. I just borrow them on weekends.
Author's Note:Takes place after The Gift; Buffy is still alive and never died; This is the sequel to Crazy, but it can be read separately.
Dedication:To my best friends; Stephanie and Heather. Hey! You guys have your names in print! Be proud! I also dedicate this one to the Buffy/Spike relationship, Joss, please go somewhere with this!
"Dawn! Get off the computer! I have homework to do!" Buffy announced as she stomped through the doorway
"Ok. Hang on! I gotta finish this level!" the Slayer's sister yelled back
"Dawn! Now!"
"Nooooooo!!!!" Dawn quit her game of Tomb Raider with a long face. "Go. And if you're interested, you made me accidentally kill Lara."
"I'm really not interested. Go bug Spike." Buffy practically shoved her sister out of the room as she threw her bag down on the sofa. Dawn shrugged and said,
"Ok." With that she bounded up the stairs towards the vampire's room. Buffy pulled out a chair and prepared herself for a long and tiring night of work.
Dawn carefully twisted the doorknob to Spike's room and peered inside, to find the vampire out like a light. Dawn pushed the door close as silently as she could and took a deep breath before launching herself onto the side of his bed.
"SPIKE WAKE UP!!" Dawn yelled as she bounced off the side of the mattress just in time to avoid Spike's flailing arms.
"I DON'T DO WINDOWS!" He yelled before realizing his surroundings. Dawn giggled from her spot on the floor, but quickly stopped when he shot a glare at her.
"I um...Buffy told me to go bug you...I'm sorry..." She mumbled.
"It's ok, nibblet. What time is it?" Spike rubbed his eyes, trying to get them focused.
"Four thirty. You're slacking, you're usually up by now. Come on, if you hurry up I'll make us those little pizza bagels you like." Dawn answered. Spike pretended to be ecstatic and said with mock excitement,
"Oh boy! I can't wait!" Spike tumbled out of the bed clad in his usual white T-shirt and boxers. He swept her up under one arm and tossed her over his back, piggy-back style
"Spike! Put me down!"
"Quit your whining, kid-o. Airplane rides are next! Of course, I can't guarantee that I won't accidentally lose my grip..."
"You wouldn't. You love me too much." With that they exited the room and headed for the kitchen.
"NO!! YOU INFERNAL MACHINE!" Buffy slapped the side of the computer with her palm as she screamed at it.
"Um, Buffy? You're talkin' to inatiment objects. Did something go wrong today at school?" Spike asked, concerned that his girlfriend was going out of her mind.
"No, well, yeah. I almost failed my psychology test." Buffy thrust the paper towards him.
"Well this is not good! 'The best way to relieve stress is to punch something...?" Spike raised an eyebrow. Buffy was about to answer when Dawn cried out,
"We're out of bagels and pizza sauce! Didn't you go shopping this week, Buffy?"
"Uh, Dawn. I've been busy with other school related stuff!" The Slayer snapped. A look of surprise and hurt covered Dawn's face.
"Don't worry, I got it." Spike headed up the stairs to get dressed.
"Spike!! Let's go!!" Dawn stood by the door, a look of impatience on her face.
"Hold you're bloody horses. I'm comin'." Spike ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the grocery money off of the kitchen table. Buffy was still at the computer, staring at it blankly as she typed.
"Buffy?" Spike called out. When there was no answer he started talking to her as if she was from another country and didn't speak English,
"Buffy, we are going to the store...we will be back soon." Buffy still sat there staring into the screen, as if it would begin to tell her how to write her report any minute.
"Ok, come on, pet. We can go make fun of all the old ladies and play football with the paper towel." Spike put a hand on her back and lead her out of the house.