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He watched her walk towards him, swaying from side to side slightly. Her hands were clasped behind her neck and she looked fixedly at the ground. He called to her, and immediately her demeanour changed, she dropped her hands leaving them to swing by her sides and made a beeline for him, a slight spring in her step.
"Hey Spike!" she turned her grinning face to him and it was impossible not to smile back.
"Hey, so I'm guessing it went well." He started to wind his fingers with her comfortably, and she down at their clasped hands avoiding Spike's eyes.
"I didn't see him."
Spike looked at her shocked. "What?"
"Well," she let go of his hands and began to justify herself. "I mean who knows what's going to happen if I decide to go to him now."
"I'm guessing you."
She shrugged and made a non-committal noise. "Anyway, how's about we go and get drunk tonight, I'll let you find someone to drink. Not that I approve," she stated quickly, slightly scared by the look on Spike's face. "But you need to keep your strength up. We're leaving tomorrow, and you're driving." She patted his chest, "Okay?"
"Blue?"
"Yeah?"
"Did something happen?"
She frowned slightly, but he couldn't tell what she was thinking. "No. Why?"
"You just seem happier than usual."
She smiled and hugged him.
"Spike step away from the girl with your hands up." A all too familiar voice came from behind him and he span round. He was just about to retort when Blue answered from behind him.
"Fuck off slayer."
Spike's one coherent thought at this moment was . . . God my friend's cool!
"Come on Spike, let's go." She took his arm and started to leave.
This was not good. For some reason leaving his back to Buffy didn't seem the best idea at the moment.
A shwooshing sound came from behind him. Great, he thought, this is it. I'm about to die because Blue is in a good mood.
Blue turned and caught the arrow just seconds before it embedded itself in Spike's back.
"Slayer," she stopped herself and with a voice dripping with fake graciousness she said her name. "Buffy, I happen to know that currently you're having a bit of trouble with your super slayer powers, so maybe it would be better for all of us if you just ran off home."
Spike watched with pleasure as Buffy's jaw dropped. He offered his arm to Blue and they walked off into the sunset - metaphorically speaking, of course.
"That was so cool, we're going to have to hang about here a bit longer."
"No Spike" dropping her bag on the sofa. "We're going back to LA tomorrow, feel free to stay behind but I need your car." She looked at his sulky face. "Anyway tonight we're going to get out and get very, very drunk indeed and, as I said I'll make an exception and let you find someone to drink."
"Fine," he said pouting. "Just don't expect me to enjoy it."
"Fine," she replied. "Don't. I'm going to go and get ready."
"Fine!" he shouted after her.
He flicked through the channels bored and not really expecting to find anything to interest him, and he didn't.
A/N: If you enjoyed this review - if not don't, I'm a nice person, I don't deserve to be flamed!
He watched her walk towards him, swaying from side to side slightly. Her hands were clasped behind her neck and she looked fixedly at the ground. He called to her, and immediately her demeanour changed, she dropped her hands leaving them to swing by her sides and made a beeline for him, a slight spring in her step.
"Hey Spike!" she turned her grinning face to him and it was impossible not to smile back.
"Hey, so I'm guessing it went well." He started to wind his fingers with her comfortably, and she down at their clasped hands avoiding Spike's eyes.
"I didn't see him."
Spike looked at her shocked. "What?"
"Well," she let go of his hands and began to justify herself. "I mean who knows what's going to happen if I decide to go to him now."
"I'm guessing you."
She shrugged and made a non-committal noise. "Anyway, how's about we go and get drunk tonight, I'll let you find someone to drink. Not that I approve," she stated quickly, slightly scared by the look on Spike's face. "But you need to keep your strength up. We're leaving tomorrow, and you're driving." She patted his chest, "Okay?"
"Blue?"
"Yeah?"
"Did something happen?"
She frowned slightly, but he couldn't tell what she was thinking. "No. Why?"
"You just seem happier than usual."
She smiled and hugged him.
"Spike step away from the girl with your hands up." A all too familiar voice came from behind him and he span round. He was just about to retort when Blue answered from behind him.
"Fuck off slayer."
Spike's one coherent thought at this moment was . . . God my friend's cool!
"Come on Spike, let's go." She took his arm and started to leave.
This was not good. For some reason leaving his back to Buffy didn't seem the best idea at the moment.
A shwooshing sound came from behind him. Great, he thought, this is it. I'm about to die because Blue is in a good mood.
Blue turned and caught the arrow just seconds before it embedded itself in Spike's back.
"Slayer," she stopped herself and with a voice dripping with fake graciousness she said her name. "Buffy, I happen to know that currently you're having a bit of trouble with your super slayer powers, so maybe it would be better for all of us if you just ran off home."
Spike watched with pleasure as Buffy's jaw dropped. He offered his arm to Blue and they walked off into the sunset - metaphorically speaking, of course.
"That was so cool, we're going to have to hang about here a bit longer."
"No Spike" dropping her bag on the sofa. "We're going back to LA tomorrow, feel free to stay behind but I need your car." She looked at his sulky face. "Anyway tonight we're going to get out and get very, very drunk indeed and, as I said I'll make an exception and let you find someone to drink."
"Fine," he said pouting. "Just don't expect me to enjoy it."
"Fine," she replied. "Don't. I'm going to go and get ready."
"Fine!" he shouted after her.
He flicked through the channels bored and not really expecting to find anything to interest him, and he didn't.
A/N: If you enjoyed this review - if not don't, I'm a nice person, I don't deserve to be flamed!