"Baby you can drive my car, yes I'm gonna be a star, baby you can drive my car…"

Author: Just Me (justme@starflower.freeserve.co.uk)

Rating: G

Description: The result of a challenge, the details of which are;

Must contain:

A Beatles song

A wet packet of cigarettes

A knock knock joke

Disclaimer: I own nuthink except a soggy chip and some black nail varnish. Everything in the Buffyverse belongs to Joss and the peeps at Mutant Enemy

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"Baby you can drive my car, yes I'm gonna be a star, baby you can drive my car…"

Spike turned to the blonde who was sitting, fidgeting nervously, next to him.

"…'cause baby I love you." He finished singing with a flourish and quirked his eyebrows up in the way that Buffy found endearing yet also incredibly irritating.

"So it's mirror, signal manoeuvre…right?" She asked, chewing her bottom lip and squinting into the rear view mirror. It was raining heavily outside which made it almost impossible for her to see anything that was behind them.

"Uh huh, first things first though slayer, you need to depress the clutch."

Buffy giggled.

"What're you laughing at!? This is serious business. It's no laughing matter if you damage my car!" Spike growled.

"S…sorry! It was just 'depress the clutch'. I got this weird mental image of you going 'you worthless clutch, no one likes you'…Ok ok, look I've got my serious driving face on now, no more laughing I promise. Tell me what to do next." Buffy placed her hands back on the steering wheel at their correct two o'clock position.

"Good, now depre…push down on the clutch and select first gear."

"Done."

"Ease up on the clutch and push down on the accelerator."

The car jerked forward and came to a stop.

"Gah!" Buffy slammed her hands down on the steering wheel in frustration, "I'm never going to be able to do this. I'm doomed to be a pedestrian for life." She complained.

Spike smirked and pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket, he was getting a kick out of the normally infallible slayer struggling with such a relatively easy task.

"You can wipe that silly grin off your fangy face Mister! And stop smoking! Those things might not kill you but they shorten my life span considerably!" Buffy punched him in the arm before rolling down the window and flinging the packet of cigarettes out onto the soaking wet pavement.

"Ow! Bloody hell!" Spike yelped, unsure whether to clutch his throbbing arm or get out of the car and rescue his cigarettes. He settled on the second option and sighed dramatically as he opened the car door only to be greeted by a downpour that would've made Noah reconsider the whole Arc deal.

"Bleedin' women" he muttered as he shrugged his duster over his head and ran around the front of the car. The cigarettes were ruined which only fuelled Spike's anger. He glared at Buffy through the windscreen as he stalked back to the passenger door.

Quick as a flash Buffy leaned over and pushed down on the doors lock.

*tap tap*

Silence

*tap tap*

Silence

"C'mon slayer it's raining cats n dogs out here lemme in!" Spike whined.

Silence

*tap tap*

"Who's there?"

"Ivana."

"Ivana who?"

"Ivana suck your blood…lemme in the car!"

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~fin~