'Bout damn time, in'nt?
Title: This part - Motivation
The whole thing - A Walk On The Spike Side
Category: Comedy with a dash of drama.
Rated: PG
Central Characters: Willow and Spike. Giles, Buffy, Xander, Joyce, and maybe
even Oz thrown in, too at random intervals.
Spoilers: Season 4 up to "A New Man" and references to happenings of things
past from all seasons.
Teaser: The Willow and Spike relationship we never thought we'd see.
Summary: Willow and Spike realize that they are kind of fond of each other
and after discussing it, decide to go out on a date, much to the shock and
amazement of the rest of the Scooby Gang.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon created these lovely toys so I'm going to play with
them. I claim no ownership of them and will politely return them if asked.
Dedications: To Vampire Slayer D who started this whole thing. To slayergrrrl
for her creative title input. To everyone with a little bit of Spike or Willow in
them whether they admit it or not. And to everyone who told me to get off my
arse and post this bad boy.
This is way shorter than I intended, but the rest will just become Part Eight.
Enjoy.
Motivation
Willow, Buffy, and Giles are sitting in Giles' living room talking when they hear
a noise outside. As they listen more closely, the three of them realize that it's
singing. Spike singing, to be precise, and it gets louder as he approaches the
front door.
S:"MURDER BY NUMBERS! ONE, TWO, THREE!" He swings open the door.
"IT'S AS EASY TO LEARN AS Y- Oh. It's a party now, is it? Does that mean
I'm crashing?"
G:"Actually, you're the guest of honor."
S:"Well, all-bloody-right, then! Am I on time?"
B:"Fashionably late."
S:"Even better."
Buffy looks at Willow and Giles. "Remember what I said earlier about not being
totally freaked out by this? I lied. I'm suddenly getting a major wiggins."
S:"Now you know, too? Who's next? The local news? Red, we've got to work on
this secret keeping thing."
W:"I had to tell her. She's my best friend. And she seems okay with it, too.
Well, in a I'd-really-like-to-stake-him-but-not-if-you-like-him sorta way."
B:"So how's my Mom?"
Spike rolls his eyes and then looks at Giles "God. The one time I ask a favor
from you and you screw it up."
G:"The...ahh...one time? Oh, yes. I seem to recall that you don't think of
us...um...keeping you alive as a favor."
W:"Look, it's okay. Really. Everybody knows everything, but see? They aren't
trying to stop us. They're just watching out for me, aren't you?"
B:"Yes we are, Will. And to continue doing so, I'd like to have a little talk with
Casanova the Impotent. Outside."
S:"Oh, you can't be serious. I'm not about to purposefully step into a good
thrashing for no reason."
B:"Relax. I'm not going to beat you up. The thought is more than little tempting,
but I just want to talk."
S:"Is that all you people ever do when there's no action? Talk? Can't you rot
your brains by watching the telly or listen to records with hidden messages in
them or something?"
G:"Buffy, I'm fairly certain that...err...I know what you're going to say to Spike
and...ahh...I'll not stop you, but just remember what I said earlier, won't you?"
Buffy nods and turns to Spike. He shrugs and opens the door only to be soundly
rapped on the head by Xander.
S:"BLOODY HELL!"
Xander looks ready to jump completely out of his skin for a moment before
reality sets in. "I guess I should take advantage of being able to do that while I
can, huh?"
S:"Right now, all I can do is make fun of you, pizza boy, and lucky for you even
that's getting a little old, but when I get this soddin' chip out of my head..."
X:"Yeah, yeah, yeah. There's no place on earth I'll be able to hide from you're
vengeful vampiric wrath. I get it. Send me a postcard when I'm supposed to be
worried, okay?"
Spike snarls as Buffy pushes him out the door and follows, shutting it behind
her.
X:"Well. He seemed happier than usual. What the ocassion?"
W:"I'm going out on a date with him tomorrow night."
X:"Oh. That would expla- WHAT?!?"
G:"Oh, no. Willow, I'm wondering...could we have at all avoided telling
Xander?"
----------OUTSIDE----------
S:"Alright, Blondie. Let's hear it. I've already gotten this speech from everyone
else tonight, I guess I may as well get it from you, too."
B:"Oh, you have? Well, I don't think you've heard this version. I don't know
how you ever talked Willow into this, but she seems to be herself and she says
she's alright with it, so I won't do anything just yet, but you better believe I'll
be keeping my eye on you."
S:"What? You're her chaperone now? And for your information, it was Red who
started this whole thing. She got all up inside my head and before I knew it, I'd
asked her out. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I quite
liked the idea."
B:"What do you want from her, then?"
S:"Oh, bollocks. Don't you understand how bloody pointless this is? Could I say
anything right now that you'd even consider believing? No. Other than 'I want
to kill her first', whatever I say is gonna go in one ear and out the other. Well
listen up, little girl, because I'm only gonna say this once more and I want it to
be perfectly clear. When I get back to normal, you're the absolute,
A-number-one, first person I'm comin' after. Followed a close second by
Momma's Little Basement Dweller. The only person that has nothing to worry
about is Willow. And why do you think that is? Hmm? Could it be because she
took half a bloody second to actually make me think of something other than
ripping out your kidneys? Nooooo. Can't have that, can we? Could it be because
even though she knows all about how ruthless I used to be, she still treats me
with a dash of respect that's not completely based on fear? Christ, what kind
of dodgy thinkin' is that? And could it possibly be because now that I've had
my little operation, she's the only one of you who doesn't take almost every
opportunity to ridicule me? Phhft. I may be insane but I'm not stupid. None of
those are reasons for me to leave her alone are they?"
B:"Your argument against me staking you is failing with flying colors."
S:"Bugger that. I'm not tellin' you anything you don't already know. I'm taking
advantage of my situation. Once things are different, we'll both do what we
have to do. You know it and I know it. But right now, you don't even need to be
concerned with me, and I'll be damned if I'm going to care what you think. Are
we bloody done now?"
B:"No, we're not done. How is it you can be such a pain in the ass and still be
right?"
S:"It's a gift."
Everyone's had plenty of time to forget the other parts, so go back, read 'em
again, and load me up with feedback. Praise is nice, but death threats have a
twisted appeal, also. Constructive criticism just rocks, though.