A/N: My friend Lauren and I started this as a Buffy The Vampire Slayer story sometime late in '08, but we never really got anywhere with it (we start up Rps and have a habit of never finishing them!) so I decided to post it on here as kind of a one shot… you know, just a funny little piece of nonsense about Spike and his love for Soaps. We have another one stashed away, somewhere, so this may become just a little collection of BTVS one shots, mainly focused on Spike, though, because, you have to admit it, he's just awesome.
"No, no, no, Paul... Nikki is bad for you. She already ruined Victor's life and she'll do the same for-- oh fine then. Just go and have sex and don't listen to me." The lean young man flung his hands up in frustration as he hopped off the end of his bed and crossed to the softly humming mini fridge, bending and plucking a pickle jar filled with a thick cerise fluid from the fridge. He unscrewed the lid and walked back over to the bed, sitting on the floor in front of it. He leaned his back against the footboard and lifted the jar to his lips as he watched the small television set in front of him. He rolled his eyes and shook his head in frustration.
The door to the mausoleum burst open, and a young blonde woman stepped through the threshold, a wooden spike in hand.
The male choked a little on the liquid and jerked up into a standing position and looking toward the door. Upon seeing who it was, he relaxed and sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Don't be so loud, Young and the Restless is on." He said, turning back to the television.
Buffy rolled her eyes, and slipped the stake into the back pocket of her jeans. She pushed a strand of her long blonde hair out of her face, and watched in amusement as Spike watched the television intently.
Spike took another sip from the jar and scooted over on the bed, patting a space beside of him. "Join me? Chloe is about to tell Billy that its actually his baby and not Kane's."
Buffy raised one of her eyebrows. "I'll pass."
Spike glanced up at her with a little frown then looked back to the television. "Suit yourself." He whispered, taking another sip of blood.
Buffy rolled her eyes once more. "Look, I just dropped by to let you know that Giles thinks there's another apocalypse coming."
The man sighed a little and stood from the bed, leaving the pickle jar behind and the television softly talking. "So... you're only hear because you need something from me... " He watched her a moment then looked back to the television.
Buffy sighed. "Forget it. Just sit here with your jar of blood and watch daytime soaps. I don't even care."
"I didn't say I wasn't going to help," He said quietly as he walked away and capped off the blood and pushed it back into the fridge. The television was turned off as he passed it and he nodded. "Let's go see Giles then."
Buffy said nothing else on the walk through the cemetery, and to Giles' house. Willow, Xander, Tara, Dawn, Anya, and Giles were waiting there.
Spike was quiet, too, but when he arrived, he drifted away from Buffy and sat himself down on the back of a couch, putting his feet on the cushions. "So, what is it this time? Giles, you do realize that Y&R is on and we're both missing it."
Giles ignored Spike, and turned to the rest of the Scooby Gang. "There's been some... warning signs. You know, mysterious deaths, disappearances, the like."
"Of course," Spike said, running a hand through his hair. "And it has to start up when our show is getting good. You know Chloe had her baby yesterday and it wasn't Kane's."
"Spike, that's enough, this is very serio- wait, really?" Giles shook his head. "Never mind! We've got the apocalypse to worry about."
Spike smirked a little and nodded. "Yeah, really." He said before lacing his fingers together. "And Jeffery's finally going to turn Gloria in. But no, go ahead and tell us about this apocalypse."