Ch.12 "Interrogation pt. 1"

"Spike! Let me go!" Buffy said as she tried to wiggle herself out of the chair that Spike had recently tied her to.

"In a minute slayer…"

Spike pulled out a wooden chair and sat backwards on it across from Buffy.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"Oh…I just had a few questions for you…" he said as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"And you had to tie me to a chair to ask me these questions?"

"Well, for one," Spike said holding up one finger, "You might try to run away…"

"Why would I-"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Pet, don' interrupt. S'not very nice…" he said giving her his signature smirk.

Buffy huffed, but remained silent.

"That's a good girl…now two, you might try to cover up your mouth with that bloody hand of yours, which would make it near impossible for me to understand your answer…"

"And the last reason…." Spike said scooting closer to Buffy so that their faces were just inches from eachother, "it's fun to watch you squirm…"

Spike smirked at her and gave her a wink.

"Oh wipe that smirk of your face!" Buffy snapped at him.

"Do you really hate my smirk slayer?"

"No, of course not. I happen to think it's very attractive!"

Spike's smirk grew wider.

"Oh crap!" Buffy said to herself, suddenly realizing what Spike's plan was. "Spike, let me go! Please!" She begged.

"And why on earth would I ever do that? We're having so much fun…"

Buffy glared at him for a few moments.

"Fine. But I'm not going to tell you anything else. From now on…My. Lips. Are. Sealed." She said emphasizing the last few words.

"Oh really?" Spike asked, getting closer to her.

Buffy didn't answer him.

"Ok slayer, Question #1. What's your favorite thing that I do?"

"Well that eyebrow raise of yours is definitely one of them." Buffy blurted out.

"Just one of them?" Spike asked.

"Damn it Buffy!" she silently cursed.

"Oh yes…this is going to be loads of fun…"

Willow, Tara, and Oz had just reached the UC Sunnydale campus, and were now heading for Willow and Tara's dorm room. There had been no talking all the way there, because each was afraid of admitting something embarrassing.

"So…" Oz began. Neither witch gave an answer.

"Alright then…I guess this will be a silent journey…"

When they opened the door to their room, they found a petite brunette browsing through Willow and Tara's spell books.

"Dawn?" Willow asked.

Dawn gave a small shriek and her hand went to her chest. "You scared me…" she said.

"D-d-dawn," Tara began, "w-what are you doing here?"

"Oh I was just performing a spell to help Buffy." Dawn said. Her hand immediately went to her mouth. "What the heck?" she said, "Why did I say that?"

"Wait that was YOU?" Oz asked.

The brunette blurted out a "yes" before covering up her mouth again. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Dawn…what kind of spell did you perform exactly?" Willow asked.

"A truth spell….I guess it's working…" Dawn said as realization finally hit her.

"Dawn, magic is dangerous if you don't know what you're doing…" Willow said. "Why did you even do it in the first place?"

"I thought it would help Buffy…like maybe the person who took her slayer strength away would just…I don't know…fess up." Dawn took a seat on Willow's bed and said, "but I guess it didn't help, did it?"

No one said anything.

"I screw up everything!"

"No you don't Dawnie." Willow said. She and Tara moved toward the bed and took a seat on either side of Dawn.

"It was a sweet thought, and it wasn't too bad…" Tara said trying to cheer her up.

"Oh yeah, because blurting out your deepest, darkest secrets for everyone to hear isn't THAT bad…" Oz said from across the room as he searched through Willow's books.

Willow gave him a look and then turned her attention back to Dawn.

"Don't worry Dawn, we can fix this. We'll just do a reversal spell and everything will go back to normal."