The word trust had lost its meeting since Dru had left, but he was still
left looking for someone he trusted. He needed help in an urgent matter,
and he certainly didn't trust any of the other vamps staying in Sunnyhell.
The only people he had even seen in the last few months were the bloody
Slayerettes, and God knows none of them liked him. They all pitied him,
and that disgusted him.
As he neared the University, he had a flash of inspiration. Red! She's a nice girl. She's the only one of that group with any heart left, the only one who showed any concern when I threatened to stake myself in that stupid boy's basement. His mind wandered as he thought of the night he discovered the chip, how she sat on her bed and supported, even encouraged, his efforts to bite her. As he neared the witch's window, he thought of what he was going to say. No matter. I was always better at improvising anyway.
***
Ah,goddess, I hate math! Willow thought, staring at her math homework. An interruption would certainly be welcome at this point. As if her thoughts had been heard, a tap sounded at her window. She looked up startled, and was surprised to see Spike at her window." Spike, what are you doing here? You know Buffy would be mad." She said scoldingly, sounding almost like a mother. He suppressed a smile.
"I need your help, love, it's very important." He stared at his feet, unsure of himself for the record first time in his life… or unlife.
"Well, whatever it is, Spike, I am not talking to you until you come in. You've been in here before, you don't need my go-ahead." She flounced back to her seat and stared at him expectantly.
"Well, that's true, Red, but I do have some manners occasionally." He boosted himself up to the window in a graceful movement, and was in his feet inside the room in a flash. Willow drew in her breath quickly, trying to ignore the flush that spread across her cheeks as she noted his grace and how good he looked. He knelt before her, urgency pouring into his voice.
"It's very important, and I had to have someone I could trust."
"Yeah?" Willow asked breathlessly, startled by his closeness.
"Well, it's just that- ah-" he knew what he needed to say, but was too embarrassed to actually have out with it.
"Yes???" Willow asked a bit impatiently. I don't like these fluttery feelings, not one bit.
"I-think-my-roots-are-showing-and-I-need-someone-to-redye-my-hair." He said it all in a
rush, almost in one word, and if he could have blushed, he would have been as red as a beet.
Willow giggled a little, thankful for the tension breaker, then regained her composure. "Ummm… okay, I think I can handle that."
***
After a trip to the drugstore to get the hair supplies and a long argument with Spike over the evils of shoplifting, Willow had everything she needed and was ready to dye the vampire's hair. "Wait a minute, Red, you have to promise me something." Spike said, trying to look as fierce as possible despite the fact that the chip rendered him harmless.
"What, Spike?" Willow asked, covering her hands in rubber gloves.
"You have to swear you aren't going to tell anyone about this. I mean, it's bad enough
that I can't even fight anymore, but I would hate to have it get out that I can't even dye my own hair."
He looked anguished at the thought of such embarrassment, and Willow felt a tug at her
heartstrings. Goddess, he's cute when he's vulnerable she thought, and then shoved the thought away. She shoved his head into the sink forcefully, her actions mirroring her nerves, and Spike shouted. "Like to play rough, pet? Take it easy on me, I have no means of self defense!" he glared at her sternly and she looked meek.
"Sorry. You know, I don't know why you're embarrassed about this, Spike. Everyone knows that blonde isn't your true color."
"It's just the idea, love. Blondes have more fun, so you
know I have to do it. And besides, how do you know what is and is not my natural color? There's only one real way to find out." He grinned wickedly, and laughed as her face turned a bright red. Her stomach did a triple flip-flop and she sighed. I am in some deep trouble she thought, and she began to work her fingers into his hair.
As he neared the University, he had a flash of inspiration. Red! She's a nice girl. She's the only one of that group with any heart left, the only one who showed any concern when I threatened to stake myself in that stupid boy's basement. His mind wandered as he thought of the night he discovered the chip, how she sat on her bed and supported, even encouraged, his efforts to bite her. As he neared the witch's window, he thought of what he was going to say. No matter. I was always better at improvising anyway.
***
Ah,goddess, I hate math! Willow thought, staring at her math homework. An interruption would certainly be welcome at this point. As if her thoughts had been heard, a tap sounded at her window. She looked up startled, and was surprised to see Spike at her window." Spike, what are you doing here? You know Buffy would be mad." She said scoldingly, sounding almost like a mother. He suppressed a smile.
"I need your help, love, it's very important." He stared at his feet, unsure of himself for the record first time in his life… or unlife.
"Well, whatever it is, Spike, I am not talking to you until you come in. You've been in here before, you don't need my go-ahead." She flounced back to her seat and stared at him expectantly.
"Well, that's true, Red, but I do have some manners occasionally." He boosted himself up to the window in a graceful movement, and was in his feet inside the room in a flash. Willow drew in her breath quickly, trying to ignore the flush that spread across her cheeks as she noted his grace and how good he looked. He knelt before her, urgency pouring into his voice.
"It's very important, and I had to have someone I could trust."
"Yeah?" Willow asked breathlessly, startled by his closeness.
"Well, it's just that- ah-" he knew what he needed to say, but was too embarrassed to actually have out with it.
"Yes???" Willow asked a bit impatiently. I don't like these fluttery feelings, not one bit.
"I-think-my-roots-are-showing-and-I-need-someone-to-redye-my-hair." He said it all in a
rush, almost in one word, and if he could have blushed, he would have been as red as a beet.
Willow giggled a little, thankful for the tension breaker, then regained her composure. "Ummm… okay, I think I can handle that."
***
After a trip to the drugstore to get the hair supplies and a long argument with Spike over the evils of shoplifting, Willow had everything she needed and was ready to dye the vampire's hair. "Wait a minute, Red, you have to promise me something." Spike said, trying to look as fierce as possible despite the fact that the chip rendered him harmless.
"What, Spike?" Willow asked, covering her hands in rubber gloves.
"You have to swear you aren't going to tell anyone about this. I mean, it's bad enough
that I can't even fight anymore, but I would hate to have it get out that I can't even dye my own hair."
He looked anguished at the thought of such embarrassment, and Willow felt a tug at her
heartstrings. Goddess, he's cute when he's vulnerable she thought, and then shoved the thought away. She shoved his head into the sink forcefully, her actions mirroring her nerves, and Spike shouted. "Like to play rough, pet? Take it easy on me, I have no means of self defense!" he glared at her sternly and she looked meek.
"Sorry. You know, I don't know why you're embarrassed about this, Spike. Everyone knows that blonde isn't your true color."
"It's just the idea, love. Blondes have more fun, so you
know I have to do it. And besides, how do you know what is and is not my natural color? There's only one real way to find out." He grinned wickedly, and laughed as her face turned a bright red. Her stomach did a triple flip-flop and she sighed. I am in some deep trouble she thought, and she began to work her fingers into his hair.