Just Good Friends
Disclaimer: I only own 157 iron supplements and a grilled cheese sandwich, everything else belongs to the Powers that Be, AKA Joss and Co., who are kind enough to lend us the Buffyverse to play in. This is a Dawn/Spike fic (stop screaming! Give it a chance!) set five years in the future. Other than that, continuity is pretty much nonexistent.
Part IV
"Haven't been out to this part of town for a while," Buffy said as she and Faith walked towards Spike's crypt.
"Nah," Faith said, burrowing deeper into her sweatshirt. "Having someone on our team actually living in the graveyard cuts down the activity for the rest of us."
"Yeah. Remind me never to say anything to Giles about that."
Faith laughed. "He might like it too much. Although, if we insist *HE* be the one to move, I bet that'll shut him up."
"And leave his batchelor flat? Are you mad?" Buffy said, doing a Giles impression that left both grown women in giggles. A taxicab drove by them as they entered the gates of the cemetary, seemingly empty.
As they approached Spike's crypt from behind, Buffy put out an arm to stop Faith. "Are you armed?"
"Just with my woman's self-defense kit," Faith said, raising her sweatshirt just enough to show the top of a stake and a crucifix sticking out of the top of her jeans. "You're my parole officer, you know I can't carry hidden weapons. Why?"
"I'm getting a feeling."
Faith grinned wickedly. "I love that hack-and-maim feeling."
Buffy'w brow was furrowed. "Let's go."
They knocked on the door of Spike's crypt, and then went in two abreast. "Nothing here, B. Looks like he left in a hurry." Faith kicked a few t-shirts on the floor out of her way.
Buffy had moved over to a college-style cinderblock bookcase where a picture frame balanced on top of a television set. She picked it up and said, "Cordy's right, they don't photograph well."
"Huh?" Faith came over and took the picture from her. "Oh, please, B. They're a cute couple."
"Couple of whats?" Buffy retorted as Faith handed her back the picture and returned to poking around.
"Am I sensing some jealousy here?"
"What? Me? Come on, Faith, just because he had a little crush on me all those years ago..."
"I seem to remember someone kissing him 'all those years ago'."
"WHAT?!! How did you find out about that?" Buffy stopped her nosing about and stared as Faith continued her search around the room.
"Remember who the guy was who got me off my benders and into Recovery?"
"Yeah, Spike. But what---"
"He got me to the hospital in time because he and I were out drinking together. And he told me some things..."
"Okay, so I kissed him. Once! And that was after he'd done several nice things for me. And it was the only time. I never reciprocated his feelings!"
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Faith muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," Faith said, followed shortly by an "Uh oh."
"Uh oh? What uh oh? What did you find?"
Faith had something behind her back. "I want you to promise first not to overreact."
"Faith, what is it?"
"And give me that folding axe you've got in your shoulder holster."
"Why?"
"You've got that 'decapitate-first-ask-questions-later' look again."
"Fine, fine!" Buffy handed over the axe and Faith gave her a piece of paper.
"Dear Buffy:
Don't be mad. Spike proposed, and we're going to Nevada tonight to get married. Don't try to follow us. I'll call when we get settled. Love, Dawn.
P.S. Keep your bloody hands off my stuff! Spike."
Faith eyed the remains of the television with the practiced eye of someone who was an expert in demolition. "I give it a 7.3"
"I'm going to kill him."
"Oh, promises, promises," Faith said as she drug Buffy out the crypt door and began heading for Giles' house.
Disclaimer: I only own 157 iron supplements and a grilled cheese sandwich, everything else belongs to the Powers that Be, AKA Joss and Co., who are kind enough to lend us the Buffyverse to play in. This is a Dawn/Spike fic (stop screaming! Give it a chance!) set five years in the future. Other than that, continuity is pretty much nonexistent.
Part IV
"Haven't been out to this part of town for a while," Buffy said as she and Faith walked towards Spike's crypt.
"Nah," Faith said, burrowing deeper into her sweatshirt. "Having someone on our team actually living in the graveyard cuts down the activity for the rest of us."
"Yeah. Remind me never to say anything to Giles about that."
Faith laughed. "He might like it too much. Although, if we insist *HE* be the one to move, I bet that'll shut him up."
"And leave his batchelor flat? Are you mad?" Buffy said, doing a Giles impression that left both grown women in giggles. A taxicab drove by them as they entered the gates of the cemetary, seemingly empty.
As they approached Spike's crypt from behind, Buffy put out an arm to stop Faith. "Are you armed?"
"Just with my woman's self-defense kit," Faith said, raising her sweatshirt just enough to show the top of a stake and a crucifix sticking out of the top of her jeans. "You're my parole officer, you know I can't carry hidden weapons. Why?"
"I'm getting a feeling."
Faith grinned wickedly. "I love that hack-and-maim feeling."
Buffy'w brow was furrowed. "Let's go."
They knocked on the door of Spike's crypt, and then went in two abreast. "Nothing here, B. Looks like he left in a hurry." Faith kicked a few t-shirts on the floor out of her way.
Buffy had moved over to a college-style cinderblock bookcase where a picture frame balanced on top of a television set. She picked it up and said, "Cordy's right, they don't photograph well."
"Huh?" Faith came over and took the picture from her. "Oh, please, B. They're a cute couple."
"Couple of whats?" Buffy retorted as Faith handed her back the picture and returned to poking around.
"Am I sensing some jealousy here?"
"What? Me? Come on, Faith, just because he had a little crush on me all those years ago..."
"I seem to remember someone kissing him 'all those years ago'."
"WHAT?!! How did you find out about that?" Buffy stopped her nosing about and stared as Faith continued her search around the room.
"Remember who the guy was who got me off my benders and into Recovery?"
"Yeah, Spike. But what---"
"He got me to the hospital in time because he and I were out drinking together. And he told me some things..."
"Okay, so I kissed him. Once! And that was after he'd done several nice things for me. And it was the only time. I never reciprocated his feelings!"
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Faith muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," Faith said, followed shortly by an "Uh oh."
"Uh oh? What uh oh? What did you find?"
Faith had something behind her back. "I want you to promise first not to overreact."
"Faith, what is it?"
"And give me that folding axe you've got in your shoulder holster."
"Why?"
"You've got that 'decapitate-first-ask-questions-later' look again."
"Fine, fine!" Buffy handed over the axe and Faith gave her a piece of paper.
"Dear Buffy:
Don't be mad. Spike proposed, and we're going to Nevada tonight to get married. Don't try to follow us. I'll call when we get settled. Love, Dawn.
P.S. Keep your bloody hands off my stuff! Spike."
Faith eyed the remains of the television with the practiced eye of someone who was an expert in demolition. "I give it a 7.3"
"I'm going to kill him."
"Oh, promises, promises," Faith said as she drug Buffy out the crypt door and began heading for Giles' house.