TITLE: "Bad Boy."
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: Ellie_Dee@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Season three through "Earshot."
SUMMARY: Jonathan attends a counseling session.
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have, never will. Will always be poor and die unappreciated. Oh yeah,
Joss is God.
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"Bad Boy."
By Ellie Dee.

"Mom are you sure you want to do this?" asked Buffy Summers.

"Yeah Mrs. Summers. I mean, it's nice you want to get involved and all.
But are you sure you can help him?" asked Willow with concern.

"Look girls, I appreciate your concern, but I really want to be part of
the Community Counseling program. I think it's a wonderful idea; setting
up troubled teens with everyday adults to provide them with counseling
and mentoring."

"I've had all the required classes and I did minor in Psychology back in
college."

"But mom, that was a long time ago."

"Yes dear, I realize that I attended college way back in the dark ages.
But even back then we were pretty sharp. Bet you didn't know I got
straight A's when it came to using leeches."

"Ok mom, sarcasm understood. But do you really think you're up to this?"

"Honey we only work with troubled teens, not mass murderers. Besides,
we're talking about Jonathan."

"Who I caught in the school bell tower with a high powered rifle," added
the Slayer.

"And who was trying to kill himself not hurt anyone else," replied her
mother. "Buffy all we do is give the person we're counseling a little
guidance and let them know they have someone to talk to."

The discussion was interrupted at that moment by the door bell. Walking
over to the door, Joyce glanced outside before opening it.

"Evening Mrs. Summers."

"Jonathan, it's good to see you again. Come on in."

Upon entering Jonathan came face to face with Buffy and Willow. Stopping
abruptly he didn't seem to know what to say."

The silence was broken by Willow greeting him brightly, "Hi Jonathan!"

"Uh, hi Willow, Buffy.

Buffy said nothing.

The silence returned and stretched on for several seconds till Jonathan
asked if he could use the Summers restroom.

"Certainly Jonathan, go right ahead," replied Joyce.

After he had gone upstairs Joyce turned to the two younger women.

"Look Buffy we'll be fine. Now you two better get going unless you want
to be late for your movie."

"Ok mom, we're leaving. We'll be home as soon as we do a patrol right
after the movie. We might be a bit late."

"Just be careful," added Mrs. Summers as Buffy shut the front door.

Buffy walked down the sidewalk in silence until Willow finally got her
attention.

"Buffy I think you're overreacting. All things considered Jonathan is a
pretty nice guy. I've known him almost as long as I've known Xander."

"Really?"

"Yep, we used to go to Temple together. Maybe your mom can help him. I
hope so, he really needs it."

"You're right Will. Jonathan isn't a bad guy, he just has some problems.
And besides, the more time mom spends counseling him, the less time she
has to spend doing things I'd rather not think about with Giles."

"See, I told you there was a bright side," added the redhead.

*~*~*

As Jonathan opened the bathroom door he saw Mrs. Summers standing in
front of him. While her corset was made of black leather and made her
appear to be even more well endowed than normal, her black fishnet
stockings traveled all the way down to her knee high black leather boots
and gave him a teasing look at her lovely legs.

Looking up at her face he could see that her lips were deep red and very
full. They were also pursed into a disapproving pout.

"Well young man," said Joyce sternly as she slapped the riding crop in
her hand. "Are you ready for your counseling session?"

"Yes Mistress. I've been a very bad boy," was all he could say as a broad
grin spread across his face.

"That's good dear," replied Joyce with an equally broad grin on her's.
"I like bad boys."

THE END.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Goddess forgive me for this smut biscuit. But DAMN, it
was fun!