Title: Love's Ultimate Test
Author: ktslayer
Discription: It's Spike and it's Angel in the ultimate
contest for Buffy's love: The Dating Game. Who will win, who
will prove their undying love, and why won't Faith get off
Andrew?!
Category: Romance Humor
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to BTVS "Touched" AtS "Home"
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but after I'm done, the person who
does may not want them anymore. (Wait!--he already doesn't..so,
can I have them??.okay okay,--were all bitter)
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"I'm the boss, I'm so in charge, I'm the Queen." Buffy hummed as she strode, flanked by her army of Slayers in Training.
"Buffy," her sister warned, "We can hear you."
"Ooops! I'm just so glad to be back in charge.after," she mumbled, :that darn Kennedy was shot down-haa haa-and you all came to your senses about Faith's leadership qualities."
"We can still hear you, Buffy," Dawn repeated slower.
"Sorry," Buffy said. Buffy was leading the group...to wear she did not know. She just wanted to show *her* leadership qualities and take them on a pointless hike through the city.
"So, speaking of Faith, where is she? -ha-or who is she doing now?" she asked.
"Not me!" Xander quipped.
"I think she shacked up with Andrew tonight." Spike supplied blankly. Faith, apparently sex deprived from too much time shut up in the slammer, had decided to do every male left in Sunny-D, and the rest of the gang was hawing a hard time getting her to fight.
"Dawn," Buffy instructed, "Go and get her."
"Don't you think-" Spike started.
"Yes, go with her and detach her from the sexy-err-nerd." Buffy said.
As Buffy dragged the SIT around town, Dawn and Spike trekked home. As they strode around the corner, Angel popped out of the bushes.
"Bloody hell!" Spike screeched.
"I hate when that happens," Dawn said, "Why do they always jump out of the bushes?!"
"Hey Dawn," Angel smiled smugly at her and turned to Spike frowning, "Spike."
"Bloody hell!!" Spike screamed again his leather jacket flapping around him as his arms flew wildly.
"Watcha doing here?" Dawn asked.
"I'm here for the fight," Angel said.
"Oh," Dawn said.
"Where's Buffy?" Angel asked.
"BLOODDDDDY HE-" Spike screeched, for a third time.
"Okay, Spike, we get it!" Dawn yelled.
"What is that boring poof doing in town?" Spike asked.
"I think he said he's here to help, Spike." Dawn said slowly.
"Oh, well." Spike said awkwardly, "Nice to see you, old chap. We've got a mission. We'll be seeing ya'."
"Oh, well," Angel started, "Do you know where I can find Buffy?"
"Sorry, no." Spike said as he hurried off.
"She's around town." Dawn answered. "We're going to get Faith."
"Yeah, I ran into her at the house," Angel said, "She tried to seduce me and kept saying 'three-somes are fun, Angie-boy'."
"Oh, posh. This is going to be bloody harder than I thought," Spike grumbled.
Angel left and went to find Buffy. Not wanted to squander his hunkish hero-boy persona he had worked so hard to attain, he had come bearing an ugly necklace that supposedly would save the day.
"I'm not boring," Angel coaxed to himself as he walked through the Sunnydale cemetery. (Ahh, one of them, anyways)
"I'm," he stood up straight and in an odd 'manly man' voice he said, "I'm the good looking hero. Fighting evil, *with style*." After standing erect, and pondering in his wonderfulness, he continued through to find his evil-fighting love-interest counterpart Buffy.
Meanwhile, Buffy continued to lead her army of teenaged slayer wannabees.
"The key to being a good slayer," Buffy lectured, "Is standing your ground, never giving up, and the element of surprise."
"Is that why you haven't quit talking for an hour in a half?" Amanda mumbled.
"What was that?" Buffy snapped.
"What are we doing anyways," another SIT asked.
"Reconnaissance." Buffy provided. "One of the important steps in every operation."
"Is that what you call the stop at the ice cream store where only you got ice cream?" Another asked.
"I guess," Buffy said after a moment to think.
The girls continued to complain, and Buffy quieted them. "We can go back and work up a plan. Or, I can," Buffy said.
"Well, alright," Xander said, "Let's go."
Back at home, Spike was pounding on the door between him and Faith and Andrew. Putting his ear to the door to listen, he prayed he would repress everything he heard.
"Just a sec--" Faith yelled.
"Oh, bloody hell," Spike moaned as a grumbly 'Come her big-boy' penetrated to bedroom door.
"Let's go, Faith. Buffy needs you for the fight." Spike said.
"Alright, alright. I'm getting ready." Faith yelled.
Fifteen minutes later, Faith was ready to go, and her, Spike and Dawn left to find Buffy.
"You have fun kids!" Andrew yelled from the front porch as they left, " set your phasers on kill!"
"I just love him-he's so funny." Faith waved as Spike and Dawn rolled their eyes.
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Author: ktslayer
Discription: It's Spike and it's Angel in the ultimate
contest for Buffy's love: The Dating Game. Who will win, who
will prove their undying love, and why won't Faith get off
Andrew?!
Category: Romance Humor
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to BTVS "Touched" AtS "Home"
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but after I'm done, the person who
does may not want them anymore. (Wait!--he already doesn't..so,
can I have them??.okay okay,--were all bitter)
~+~+~+~+~+~
"I'm the boss, I'm so in charge, I'm the Queen." Buffy hummed as she strode, flanked by her army of Slayers in Training.
"Buffy," her sister warned, "We can hear you."
"Ooops! I'm just so glad to be back in charge.after," she mumbled, :that darn Kennedy was shot down-haa haa-and you all came to your senses about Faith's leadership qualities."
"We can still hear you, Buffy," Dawn repeated slower.
"Sorry," Buffy said. Buffy was leading the group...to wear she did not know. She just wanted to show *her* leadership qualities and take them on a pointless hike through the city.
"So, speaking of Faith, where is she? -ha-or who is she doing now?" she asked.
"Not me!" Xander quipped.
"I think she shacked up with Andrew tonight." Spike supplied blankly. Faith, apparently sex deprived from too much time shut up in the slammer, had decided to do every male left in Sunny-D, and the rest of the gang was hawing a hard time getting her to fight.
"Dawn," Buffy instructed, "Go and get her."
"Don't you think-" Spike started.
"Yes, go with her and detach her from the sexy-err-nerd." Buffy said.
As Buffy dragged the SIT around town, Dawn and Spike trekked home. As they strode around the corner, Angel popped out of the bushes.
"Bloody hell!" Spike screeched.
"I hate when that happens," Dawn said, "Why do they always jump out of the bushes?!"
"Hey Dawn," Angel smiled smugly at her and turned to Spike frowning, "Spike."
"Bloody hell!!" Spike screamed again his leather jacket flapping around him as his arms flew wildly.
"Watcha doing here?" Dawn asked.
"I'm here for the fight," Angel said.
"Oh," Dawn said.
"Where's Buffy?" Angel asked.
"BLOODDDDDY HE-" Spike screeched, for a third time.
"Okay, Spike, we get it!" Dawn yelled.
"What is that boring poof doing in town?" Spike asked.
"I think he said he's here to help, Spike." Dawn said slowly.
"Oh, well." Spike said awkwardly, "Nice to see you, old chap. We've got a mission. We'll be seeing ya'."
"Oh, well," Angel started, "Do you know where I can find Buffy?"
"Sorry, no." Spike said as he hurried off.
"She's around town." Dawn answered. "We're going to get Faith."
"Yeah, I ran into her at the house," Angel said, "She tried to seduce me and kept saying 'three-somes are fun, Angie-boy'."
"Oh, posh. This is going to be bloody harder than I thought," Spike grumbled.
Angel left and went to find Buffy. Not wanted to squander his hunkish hero-boy persona he had worked so hard to attain, he had come bearing an ugly necklace that supposedly would save the day.
"I'm not boring," Angel coaxed to himself as he walked through the Sunnydale cemetery. (Ahh, one of them, anyways)
"I'm," he stood up straight and in an odd 'manly man' voice he said, "I'm the good looking hero. Fighting evil, *with style*." After standing erect, and pondering in his wonderfulness, he continued through to find his evil-fighting love-interest counterpart Buffy.
Meanwhile, Buffy continued to lead her army of teenaged slayer wannabees.
"The key to being a good slayer," Buffy lectured, "Is standing your ground, never giving up, and the element of surprise."
"Is that why you haven't quit talking for an hour in a half?" Amanda mumbled.
"What was that?" Buffy snapped.
"What are we doing anyways," another SIT asked.
"Reconnaissance." Buffy provided. "One of the important steps in every operation."
"Is that what you call the stop at the ice cream store where only you got ice cream?" Another asked.
"I guess," Buffy said after a moment to think.
The girls continued to complain, and Buffy quieted them. "We can go back and work up a plan. Or, I can," Buffy said.
"Well, alright," Xander said, "Let's go."
Back at home, Spike was pounding on the door between him and Faith and Andrew. Putting his ear to the door to listen, he prayed he would repress everything he heard.
"Just a sec--" Faith yelled.
"Oh, bloody hell," Spike moaned as a grumbly 'Come her big-boy' penetrated to bedroom door.
"Let's go, Faith. Buffy needs you for the fight." Spike said.
"Alright, alright. I'm getting ready." Faith yelled.
Fifteen minutes later, Faith was ready to go, and her, Spike and Dawn left to find Buffy.
"You have fun kids!" Andrew yelled from the front porch as they left, " set your phasers on kill!"
"I just love him-he's so funny." Faith waved as Spike and Dawn rolled their eyes.
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