A Revelation: Chapter1: Undependable Friends
On patrol one night
"Crap!" Spike exclaimed, "I was hoping for a quiet night. Don't they ever take a day off from turning?"
"Guess not," Buffy mumbled as she prepared for the fight. The stupid fledglings came toward them, ignorant of the fact that their immortality was about to be short-lived.
A few hours later
"Ow! That bloody well hurts!" Spike complained.
"Is it my fault that you got hurt?" Buffy said exasperatedly.
"As a matter of fact it bloody well is," Spike answered her. "If you hadn't gotten that demon all ticked off and confused, it wouldn't have bothered me!"
Buffy sighed. "You're hopeless, you know that?" Buffy said, throwing up her hands in frustration.
"Just help me back to my crypt, can you do that much?" Spike questioned.
"You're not going back there," she said thoroughly determined to make him angry.
"Why not?"
"'Cause I don't feel like making who-knows-how-many trips to help you," she answered. "You're going to Giles's."
Giles's house
"Absolutely not!" Giles argued, "I will not take him in! There's no bloody way in hell that he's staying here!"
"But Giles-"
"No, Buffy," and with that he closed the door in her face.
Xander's house
"Hey! Buff ..........Spike. Great to see-"
"Xander, can you let Spike stay at your house?" Buffy desperately asked.
"No way! Uh-huh" Xander crossed his arms and shook his head.
"But Xander-"
"Sorry, Buff, but my house is closed to all evil pain in the butt vampires who do absolutely nothing," and with that they faced another closed door.
An hour later outside Willow's house
They went to everyone they knew, friends and enemies alike, and faced the same answer: a closed door.
"Oh, great! That's just perfect!" Buffy sighed thoroughly disgusted with her friends. She hurriedly helped her companion to his feet, and turned away from Willow's house.
On Buffy's porch outside her front door
"Okay, this is our last possible choice," Buffy said reluctantly as she opened her front door.
"Whatever you say, pet," Spike replied coolly.
In Buffy's entrance hall
"Hi, Mom, this is Spike. He needs to hang with us for a while," Buffy said uncertainly. "Um, you know what? Why don't you sit in there and get better acquainted while I prepare a room for him." She pointed towards the living room. They waited till she left before speaking.
"Do I know you?" Joyce asked.
"Um, open house. You came at with an axe. 'You get away from my daughter'?" Spike answered uncertainly.
"Oh," Joyce said uncomfortably.
In the spare bedroom
"Uh, Buffy?" Joyce Summers approached her daughter cautiously. "Why did you invite a delinquent into our house?"
"Oh .... Well, he needs help and what would Jesus do?"
Buffy's bedroom
That night Buffy couldn't get over how gross it was to have Spike in her house. Who knows what he's doing? I'm scared to think about it.
Spike's bedroom, Spike POV
This is pathetic. The 'Big Bad', William the Bloody, sleeping in the Slayer's house? Like a guest? That's how far he had fallen. No wonder Dru had left him. She was right. He was now the Slayer's toy to use and throw away as she pleases.
She was the one in control.
On patrol one night
"Crap!" Spike exclaimed, "I was hoping for a quiet night. Don't they ever take a day off from turning?"
"Guess not," Buffy mumbled as she prepared for the fight. The stupid fledglings came toward them, ignorant of the fact that their immortality was about to be short-lived.
A few hours later
"Ow! That bloody well hurts!" Spike complained.
"Is it my fault that you got hurt?" Buffy said exasperatedly.
"As a matter of fact it bloody well is," Spike answered her. "If you hadn't gotten that demon all ticked off and confused, it wouldn't have bothered me!"
Buffy sighed. "You're hopeless, you know that?" Buffy said, throwing up her hands in frustration.
"Just help me back to my crypt, can you do that much?" Spike questioned.
"You're not going back there," she said thoroughly determined to make him angry.
"Why not?"
"'Cause I don't feel like making who-knows-how-many trips to help you," she answered. "You're going to Giles's."
Giles's house
"Absolutely not!" Giles argued, "I will not take him in! There's no bloody way in hell that he's staying here!"
"But Giles-"
"No, Buffy," and with that he closed the door in her face.
Xander's house
"Hey! Buff ..........Spike. Great to see-"
"Xander, can you let Spike stay at your house?" Buffy desperately asked.
"No way! Uh-huh" Xander crossed his arms and shook his head.
"But Xander-"
"Sorry, Buff, but my house is closed to all evil pain in the butt vampires who do absolutely nothing," and with that they faced another closed door.
An hour later outside Willow's house
They went to everyone they knew, friends and enemies alike, and faced the same answer: a closed door.
"Oh, great! That's just perfect!" Buffy sighed thoroughly disgusted with her friends. She hurriedly helped her companion to his feet, and turned away from Willow's house.
On Buffy's porch outside her front door
"Okay, this is our last possible choice," Buffy said reluctantly as she opened her front door.
"Whatever you say, pet," Spike replied coolly.
In Buffy's entrance hall
"Hi, Mom, this is Spike. He needs to hang with us for a while," Buffy said uncertainly. "Um, you know what? Why don't you sit in there and get better acquainted while I prepare a room for him." She pointed towards the living room. They waited till she left before speaking.
"Do I know you?" Joyce asked.
"Um, open house. You came at with an axe. 'You get away from my daughter'?" Spike answered uncertainly.
"Oh," Joyce said uncomfortably.
In the spare bedroom
"Uh, Buffy?" Joyce Summers approached her daughter cautiously. "Why did you invite a delinquent into our house?"
"Oh .... Well, he needs help and what would Jesus do?"
Buffy's bedroom
That night Buffy couldn't get over how gross it was to have Spike in her house. Who knows what he's doing? I'm scared to think about it.
Spike's bedroom, Spike POV
This is pathetic. The 'Big Bad', William the Bloody, sleeping in the Slayer's house? Like a guest? That's how far he had fallen. No wonder Dru had left him. She was right. He was now the Slayer's toy to use and throw away as she pleases.
She was the one in control.
