DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters etc. Joss and ME own it all.
I don't own Pop Idol either.
FEEDBACK: Yes please it makes me feel good. Please tell me what you think even if you hate me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: There isn't a specific time frame for this it is just set when Buffy and Spike are friends. The show used is a British music talent show called Pop Idol.
CHAPTER ONE
"So you think you could make it? Call this number for all the fame and fortune you could ever dream of." A voice blared for the TV.
Dawn looked up from her magazine, fame and fortune sounded interesting. Then she realized what it was for, Janice had told her all about it in school that day.
At first Dawn dismissed it due to the fact she had very little talent, but then an evil thought popped into her head. It would be so funny to his face when he found out, he want to kill her but with one pout she'd be safe.
Memorizing the number Dawn ran into the kitchen giggling all the way. This was going to be so funny. She punched in the number and waited for the recorded message to end.
~*~
TWO MONTHS LATER
"That's strange." Buffy said as she walked back into to the Summers house.
"What's strange?" Dawn asked hearing her sister comments.
"Spike's got a letter, sent here."
Dawn looked confused, but it passed when she realized what it must be.
"Well he'll by round soon you can give it to him then." Dawn told Buffy.
"He'll be round?" Buffy questioned raising an eyebrow.
Dawn panicked how was she going to get out of inviting Spike round for breakfast? And then as if on cue a flaming blanket burst through the back door.
"Speak of the devil." Buffy mumbled still holding the letter.
"Mornin' all." He greeted his two favourite girls.
Buffy slammed the letter down in front of him, "You've got mail."
Spike looked down at it confused, he'd never used Buffy address for mail, that what he paid to have a mail box at the post office for.
"Well open it." She urged pushing the letter even closer to him.
Spike picked it up, ripped the envelope and started down at the letter. His eyes showed the puzzle going on in his brain.
"What the bloody hell?" He finally spat out. He just sat there starring at it.
Curiosity got the better of Buffy and pulled out of his hand. Within seconds she was laughing to the point of tears. Dawn just watched the scene.
"What is it?" She asked hoping not to give herself away.
"Spike is going to be a contestant on Pop Idol!" Buffy said, her words filled with laughter.
"I soddin' well not." He growled.
"Spike." Dawn shouted and at that moment she knew that she'd given herself away.
"You!" He shouted in Dawn direction.
Buffy was just laughing, she couldn't get the image of Spike dancing round like a member of the Backstreet Boys out of her head.
Dawn was stood behind Buffy trying to cover herself from the wrath of Spike.
"Please Spike." She said with a pout and a flutter of her eyelids.
"No." Was all Spike would say while he was sulking, bloody Pop Idol indeed.
TBC.
FEEDBACK: Yes please it makes me feel good. Please tell me what you think even if you hate me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: There isn't a specific time frame for this it is just set when Buffy and Spike are friends. The show used is a British music talent show called Pop Idol.
CHAPTER ONE
"So you think you could make it? Call this number for all the fame and fortune you could ever dream of." A voice blared for the TV.
Dawn looked up from her magazine, fame and fortune sounded interesting. Then she realized what it was for, Janice had told her all about it in school that day.
At first Dawn dismissed it due to the fact she had very little talent, but then an evil thought popped into her head. It would be so funny to his face when he found out, he want to kill her but with one pout she'd be safe.
Memorizing the number Dawn ran into the kitchen giggling all the way. This was going to be so funny. She punched in the number and waited for the recorded message to end.
~*~
TWO MONTHS LATER
"That's strange." Buffy said as she walked back into to the Summers house.
"What's strange?" Dawn asked hearing her sister comments.
"Spike's got a letter, sent here."
Dawn looked confused, but it passed when she realized what it must be.
"Well he'll by round soon you can give it to him then." Dawn told Buffy.
"He'll be round?" Buffy questioned raising an eyebrow.
Dawn panicked how was she going to get out of inviting Spike round for breakfast? And then as if on cue a flaming blanket burst through the back door.
"Speak of the devil." Buffy mumbled still holding the letter.
"Mornin' all." He greeted his two favourite girls.
Buffy slammed the letter down in front of him, "You've got mail."
Spike looked down at it confused, he'd never used Buffy address for mail, that what he paid to have a mail box at the post office for.
"Well open it." She urged pushing the letter even closer to him.
Spike picked it up, ripped the envelope and started down at the letter. His eyes showed the puzzle going on in his brain.
"What the bloody hell?" He finally spat out. He just sat there starring at it.
Curiosity got the better of Buffy and pulled out of his hand. Within seconds she was laughing to the point of tears. Dawn just watched the scene.
"What is it?" She asked hoping not to give herself away.
"Spike is going to be a contestant on Pop Idol!" Buffy said, her words filled with laughter.
"I soddin' well not." He growled.
"Spike." Dawn shouted and at that moment she knew that she'd given herself away.
"You!" He shouted in Dawn direction.
Buffy was just laughing, she couldn't get the image of Spike dancing round like a member of the Backstreet Boys out of her head.
Dawn was stood behind Buffy trying to cover herself from the wrath of Spike.
"Please Spike." She said with a pout and a flutter of her eyelids.
"No." Was all Spike would say while he was sulking, bloody Pop Idol indeed.
TBC.