A.N.: More from me! Cause I have been reading Buffy fanfiction and it's sparked a lot of ideas for me. Hope you enjoy, here's some more Joyce/Spikeness...cause this pairing doesn't get nearly enough love. Set when Joyce is in the hospital.
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything, pretty sure I never will.
He hated fluorescent lights. They made him look dead...er. He hated the orderlies, he hated the smell of hospitals, he hated the way the death curled off of every one there in waves. But he cared about her. So he traipsed the hallway nodding at the night shift nurse with a slight wave before entering her room. She looked up at him wearily, forcing a smile more for his benefit then his own. "You get prettier every time I see you love." "You're sweet. You're lying, but you're sweet." she chuckled, brushing back her hair from her face. "I'm a lot of things, liar ain't one of them." he promised, perching at the end of her hospital bed. "What brings you here at this late hour?" "Early for me. Late for you." "Right." "I brought you something." her eyes brightened visibly, her grin turning genuine as he pulled the treasure from inside his duster. "Is that," he tapped the videotape at the railing of the bed, beaming at her. "Passions. Last week's episodes." She laughed, almost giddy. "This was so nice of you." she said pulling him into an awkward side hug. He scoffed in response, pulling away from her. "Yeah. S'alright. No big deal." "I wish they had a VCR here." "Oh yeah, that's the other surprise." he smiled at her, pushing his tongue into his teeth. "Gonna be a janitor up here in about ten minutes to hook one up for us." "Really?" "Really." they sat in comfortable silence until Joyces' stomach growled loudly. "Excuse me." she stated embarrassed. "Hungry?' "I would say no, but after that monstrous roar, what's the point. Yes, I'm starving the food they serve here can barely quality as food. I can't wait to go home." she sighed. "Wait a tick," he stated, retrieving another another prize from his jacket. "Popcorn."she said reverently, licking her lips in anticipation. He grinned at her, aware of how soft he was being, loving that he felt comfortable enough with her to let his guard down. "You know," he told her, stripping his jacket off an laying it on a nearby chair. "You remind me a lot of me own mum." Joyce looked touched at his words, laying her hand on top of his. "And your the son I never had." Spike might have cried if the janitor hadn't have come into the room at that exact moment. And so that was how he spent his night, plopped down on a hospital bed, watching Passions and sharing popcorn with the woman he was in love with Mom. He could think of no better way to spend his time.
