Chapter Two
Spike lay in bed, ready to sleep until the sun was no longer shining, when a sudden clamor awoke him from his slumber. Not really caring who was coming, but thinking (hoping) it was Buffy, he took his time getting out of bed.
While making his way over to the dresser to get some clothing, an unsuspecting Willow walked in on Spike. Her yelp from the doorway caused him to turn around and give a yell of his own. Willow, now very distressed, finally found the sense to turn around as Spike grabbed a sheet to cover himself with.
Willow babbled to herself, using the wall for support. "I'm not supposed to see a naked Spike. I think there is a law about that somewhere. Willow and Spike does not mix. Oh my god, how am I going to talk to him now. What if he eats me? No, he can't eat me…what if he eats Buffy! Oh my god, I have to save Buffy! I have to-"
"You don't have to save Buffy." A sheet garbed Spike said, steering Willow towards his bed to sit down. "But you could learn to knock, I swear, if you people aren't knocking down my door, then your walking in on me naked."
"I'm sorry. I…uh…have a reason for coming here."
"I should hope so. Turn around."
"What? Oh…" She spun around as he got dressed. Once clothed, Spike joined her on the bed, though they both sat as far away from one-another as possible.
"So…umm…what is it you wanted to tell me, then?" He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and staring at the floor.
Willow sat up very straight, her eyes darting to every spot in the dark room except for the figure next to her. "We, that is Me and Buffy, We need your help. She told me what happened."
Spike jumped up in surprise. "She did? And your not mad?"
Willow looked up at him and they both glanced away. "Well, uh, I guess I was a little, but she did start it."
"Yeah, she did."
"And it only happened once."
"No, it happened twice." He conceded, and to Willows questioning expression he said: "When she was invisible."
"Oh. That must have been one sided."
"Not really" he said, sitting back down. "I am surprised she told you, I thought she was ashamed, women and their bloody honor, you know? I'm sure you've been through it, seeing how your into women an' all."
"What? Why would I…" Willow glanced around confused and Spike started to become frazzled himself.
"What did Buffy tell you, exactly?" He stood up again and poured himself a glass of gin.
"That you got in a fight and the chip didn't go off, though it took her a little longer to say it. What were you talking about…" She stared at him in suspicion.
"Exactly that. Don't try to make sense of what I say, been around for a long time, I get confused, don't let my powerful yet youthful appearance fool you, senility may creep in yet." Spike said quickly. Willow just stared at him and he shifted uncomfortably. "So, what did you mean when you asked for my help?"
Willow and Buffy were discussing the days events when Spike came into the living room. Willow didn't look at him and Spike rolled his eyes, moving onto one of the couches. "If you forget about it, I will."
Before she could answer Buffy threw up her hands. "By the power invested in me, or whatever, all is forgotten, blahdi, blah, blah, blah. Lets get down to business."
"Yes sir."
Willow picked up a pad and pencil from the table. Spike watched her hand move and saw the bible and gestured to it. "Before we start, can we lose the book of god?"
"Why," Buffy asked, annoyed, "It can't do anything to you."
"I know, but it makes me uncomfortable."
Agrivated, Buffy threw it across the room. Putting a hand to her head she turned to Willow wearily. "What do we know so far."
Willow turned down to the pad. "Well, um, when Spike hits you, it doesn't hurt. And…the spell that brought you back was interrupted."
"That isn't very much" Buffy sighed.
"No." Willow agreed. "But, we have Spike here, So lets take advantage of it." Willow stood up in a business like manner and Spike leaned back, wearing a smirk on his face.
"Stop being a jerk". Buffy said, leaning over to hit him in the stomach. He coughed and laughed at the same time, but when she went to hit him again, he grabbed and twisted her arm.
"Lets not get frisky now pet, Red has already seen me naked one too many times." He whispered into her ear. Buffy gave an aggravated growl, locked her free arm behind his neck and threw him off the couch.
"Oh, oh stop!" Willow said quickly. "You didn't feel anything Spike?"
"No." He said, pushing Buffy off him and climbing back onto his seat. "Nothing from the chip."
"What are you doing here, Spike?" Dawn asked suddenly from the bottom of the stairs.
"Big sis and Red invited me, you?"
"You know, I was just wondering that." She looked at Buffy pointedly and then moved onto the kitchen.
Spike lay in bed, ready to sleep until the sun was no longer shining, when a sudden clamor awoke him from his slumber. Not really caring who was coming, but thinking (hoping) it was Buffy, he took his time getting out of bed.
While making his way over to the dresser to get some clothing, an unsuspecting Willow walked in on Spike. Her yelp from the doorway caused him to turn around and give a yell of his own. Willow, now very distressed, finally found the sense to turn around as Spike grabbed a sheet to cover himself with.
Willow babbled to herself, using the wall for support. "I'm not supposed to see a naked Spike. I think there is a law about that somewhere. Willow and Spike does not mix. Oh my god, how am I going to talk to him now. What if he eats me? No, he can't eat me…what if he eats Buffy! Oh my god, I have to save Buffy! I have to-"
"You don't have to save Buffy." A sheet garbed Spike said, steering Willow towards his bed to sit down. "But you could learn to knock, I swear, if you people aren't knocking down my door, then your walking in on me naked."
"I'm sorry. I…uh…have a reason for coming here."
"I should hope so. Turn around."
"What? Oh…" She spun around as he got dressed. Once clothed, Spike joined her on the bed, though they both sat as far away from one-another as possible.
"So…umm…what is it you wanted to tell me, then?" He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and staring at the floor.
Willow sat up very straight, her eyes darting to every spot in the dark room except for the figure next to her. "We, that is Me and Buffy, We need your help. She told me what happened."
Spike jumped up in surprise. "She did? And your not mad?"
Willow looked up at him and they both glanced away. "Well, uh, I guess I was a little, but she did start it."
"Yeah, she did."
"And it only happened once."
"No, it happened twice." He conceded, and to Willows questioning expression he said: "When she was invisible."
"Oh. That must have been one sided."
"Not really" he said, sitting back down. "I am surprised she told you, I thought she was ashamed, women and their bloody honor, you know? I'm sure you've been through it, seeing how your into women an' all."
"What? Why would I…" Willow glanced around confused and Spike started to become frazzled himself.
"What did Buffy tell you, exactly?" He stood up again and poured himself a glass of gin.
"That you got in a fight and the chip didn't go off, though it took her a little longer to say it. What were you talking about…" She stared at him in suspicion.
"Exactly that. Don't try to make sense of what I say, been around for a long time, I get confused, don't let my powerful yet youthful appearance fool you, senility may creep in yet." Spike said quickly. Willow just stared at him and he shifted uncomfortably. "So, what did you mean when you asked for my help?"
Willow and Buffy were discussing the days events when Spike came into the living room. Willow didn't look at him and Spike rolled his eyes, moving onto one of the couches. "If you forget about it, I will."
Before she could answer Buffy threw up her hands. "By the power invested in me, or whatever, all is forgotten, blahdi, blah, blah, blah. Lets get down to business."
"Yes sir."
Willow picked up a pad and pencil from the table. Spike watched her hand move and saw the bible and gestured to it. "Before we start, can we lose the book of god?"
"Why," Buffy asked, annoyed, "It can't do anything to you."
"I know, but it makes me uncomfortable."
Agrivated, Buffy threw it across the room. Putting a hand to her head she turned to Willow wearily. "What do we know so far."
Willow turned down to the pad. "Well, um, when Spike hits you, it doesn't hurt. And…the spell that brought you back was interrupted."
"That isn't very much" Buffy sighed.
"No." Willow agreed. "But, we have Spike here, So lets take advantage of it." Willow stood up in a business like manner and Spike leaned back, wearing a smirk on his face.
"Stop being a jerk". Buffy said, leaning over to hit him in the stomach. He coughed and laughed at the same time, but when she went to hit him again, he grabbed and twisted her arm.
"Lets not get frisky now pet, Red has already seen me naked one too many times." He whispered into her ear. Buffy gave an aggravated growl, locked her free arm behind his neck and threw him off the couch.
"Oh, oh stop!" Willow said quickly. "You didn't feel anything Spike?"
"No." He said, pushing Buffy off him and climbing back onto his seat. "Nothing from the chip."
"What are you doing here, Spike?" Dawn asked suddenly from the bottom of the stairs.
"Big sis and Red invited me, you?"
"You know, I was just wondering that." She looked at Buffy pointedly and then moved onto the kitchen.