TITLE: The Barriers of Conversation
AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Sometimes, the lines of communication just don't open the way you wish they would. Number Four in my so-much-fun-to-write-I-may-abandon-LSS-right-now-Spike & Anya series! You won't have to read them all to follow along, they're all be stories of their own right, but they'll take us through their relationship bit by bit. And the SMUT is coming g
SPOILER: The Wish, S4 rumours
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)



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"Anya, it's Spike. I'm sorry for what I pulled at the Bronze just now. As Buffy pointed out, I was acting as bad as an ensouled American, and we both know I'm way better than that. If you want to call me back, Buffy told me you have Caller ID so you've got my number. Later."

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"Spike - thanks for telling me it was you. Otherwise, I would've thought it was my other British almost-boyfriend.

(You can't see me, but I'm smirking!)

How many people have voice mail on their cell phones? And where are you if you wanted me to call you back so badly?

You know I'm kidding.

And, I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. The sane Slayer is coming by at six a.m. to help me pack and the insane Slayer is coming by around ten to haul off all the clothes I don't want.

Feel free to call and wake me up at any hour though.

(There's the smirk again.)

Wait a minute!

How'd you get my number?!?!?!?!"

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"I'm not scared of your other Brit, Any. I'll break that pillock's legs and beat him to death with them and then you'll be stuck with me. Besides, we're perfect for each other. You're a girl on the go and I'm apt to that lifestyle."

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"You're a real piece of work, you know that?

Do you like my new voice mail message? Willow thinks it sounds pretentious. I know she and Buffy know why I keep ducking out of the room with the phone. And I don't care.

I'm moving the day after tomorrow, but my calls are going to be forwarded until I get my new phone line and all situated. It's gonna be hysterical to have one apartment with four phone lines. (one for each of us girls plus one for Will's computer modem.)

Oh, the reason I said 'phone line' and not 'phone number' is that I'm having my old number become my new number at the apartment. I don't need any more digits to memorize, you know?"

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"I'm a piece of work? If I didn't know better, I'd expect you to be in an asylum by daybreak. Sunnydale's too off its rocker to catch all the crazies.

Now who's got the smirk?"

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"Ha, ha, ha."

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"Go out with me tomorrow."

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"I have registration until three."

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"Registration for what?"

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"College. Blam Buffy."

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"That bloody Slayer doesn't belong in a university, she belongs in San Quentin."

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"And how would *you* know who belongs in San Quentin?"

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"I've lived in the US a long time. You learn stuff."

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"Oh God, I hate learning stuff."

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"This coming from the demon of a girl who's blowing me off for registration."

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"It's only until three."

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"A.M.???"

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"No, p.m. Duh."

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"I wasn't askin' you out for lunch you know. I have sun allergies."

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"Ha, ha, ha. So funny I forgot to laugh. Meet you at the Bronze around seven?"

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"I'll pick you up at six-thirty. Gimme your address."

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"And just so you know, I'm smirking as I say this: Figure it out."