Start. Chapter 3
Thanks to Janine (who I don't know) but gave me a good plot twist. I apologize for inconsistencies. But they will be remedied. Also.... hm... To Tom, who would never, in a zillion years approve of this show. haha. I own nothing. Joss is all.
Sunday. Blessed, blessed, quiet Sunday. Dawn was at Janice's. Willow doing.... well, who cared? She was gone, too. Buffy wasn't trying to be mean... but she needed a break. But she and Dawn HAD been getting along since their latest breakthrough...
Breakthrough... She laughed, lolling her head back on the attachable rubber pillow to the tub. "Spike inspired therapy. Damn." Her eyes closed, she never heard her bedroom window open, and close quietly, missed the footsteps to the door. But she definitely heard it swing open to slam on the opposite wall.
Jerking her head up, she glared at a blanket-wielding Spike. "It's Sunday. It's not sunset. Go away."
"Giles told good ol' Mum some good investments, hmmm?" He steamed, literally, hanging the blanket from the small window.
Buffy froze.
"That's right." He threw his new coat on the ground. "How much was this?"
She cringed. Even him letting this go till another time wouldn't help. Her bath was ruined. "Enough."
"HOW BLOODY MUCH?"
Grabbing a towel, and glaring till he turned around, she stepped out, wrapped herself in it. "It doesn't matter. It was on sale, no returns."
He spun to face her. "You damn bitch. How pissing much?"
"Two hundred fifty."
"That's... shit."
"Yeah, SHIT, Spike. I forgot homecoming was coming up. I was saving that for your Christmas present. Ok? You wanna know how much Buffy scrimped and saved? A lot. A whole hell of a lot. Yes. Buffy lied. Because that was the only way you would take it. We both know it."
"What's the truth, Buffy? How much did Joyce really leave you?"
She hung her head. "Exactly enough to pay off the house, and two weeks worth of groceries."
He put a hand under her chin, raised her face to his. "Why didn't... I could have gotten the money. It wouldn't have been a problem."
"How'd you get her dress? I trusted you, and you got it. So now tell me how."
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I..."
"Tell me. We've gotten all... truthy and shit. So tell me."
"I had always hoped... That Dru would come back to me. And I had this necklace that I wanted to give her. It was gorgeous. Tear drop ruby on white gold for my Princess of the Night. Ends up, it was worth about $300. Not a bad chunk of change, considering I knicked it." He wiped the smile off his face. "Be honest with me from now on, Buffy-luv. I can help more."
"I wanted so badly to be able to do this on my own and-"
"You can't. You cannot do it on your own. That's why you've got those bleedin' Scoobies, and Dawn and me. You know the other Slayers died so much earlier because they had nothing. You have... everything. And we're keeping it that way." He went to hug her, but she stopped him with a hand to his chest.
"No way, Spike. I'm naked under this towel."
His tongue curled under his teeth. "I know."
She rolled her eyes. "Get out. I'm changing."
End chapter Three.
Short, I know, but I HAD to fix my mistake. it's a thing of mine. I apologize. Prolly more by Thursday. Maybe Wednesday. Thanks for reading!!!!
Tequila Sunrise
Thanks to Janine (who I don't know) but gave me a good plot twist. I apologize for inconsistencies. But they will be remedied. Also.... hm... To Tom, who would never, in a zillion years approve of this show. haha. I own nothing. Joss is all.
Sunday. Blessed, blessed, quiet Sunday. Dawn was at Janice's. Willow doing.... well, who cared? She was gone, too. Buffy wasn't trying to be mean... but she needed a break. But she and Dawn HAD been getting along since their latest breakthrough...
Breakthrough... She laughed, lolling her head back on the attachable rubber pillow to the tub. "Spike inspired therapy. Damn." Her eyes closed, she never heard her bedroom window open, and close quietly, missed the footsteps to the door. But she definitely heard it swing open to slam on the opposite wall.
Jerking her head up, she glared at a blanket-wielding Spike. "It's Sunday. It's not sunset. Go away."
"Giles told good ol' Mum some good investments, hmmm?" He steamed, literally, hanging the blanket from the small window.
Buffy froze.
"That's right." He threw his new coat on the ground. "How much was this?"
She cringed. Even him letting this go till another time wouldn't help. Her bath was ruined. "Enough."
"HOW BLOODY MUCH?"
Grabbing a towel, and glaring till he turned around, she stepped out, wrapped herself in it. "It doesn't matter. It was on sale, no returns."
He spun to face her. "You damn bitch. How pissing much?"
"Two hundred fifty."
"That's... shit."
"Yeah, SHIT, Spike. I forgot homecoming was coming up. I was saving that for your Christmas present. Ok? You wanna know how much Buffy scrimped and saved? A lot. A whole hell of a lot. Yes. Buffy lied. Because that was the only way you would take it. We both know it."
"What's the truth, Buffy? How much did Joyce really leave you?"
She hung her head. "Exactly enough to pay off the house, and two weeks worth of groceries."
He put a hand under her chin, raised her face to his. "Why didn't... I could have gotten the money. It wouldn't have been a problem."
"How'd you get her dress? I trusted you, and you got it. So now tell me how."
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I..."
"Tell me. We've gotten all... truthy and shit. So tell me."
"I had always hoped... That Dru would come back to me. And I had this necklace that I wanted to give her. It was gorgeous. Tear drop ruby on white gold for my Princess of the Night. Ends up, it was worth about $300. Not a bad chunk of change, considering I knicked it." He wiped the smile off his face. "Be honest with me from now on, Buffy-luv. I can help more."
"I wanted so badly to be able to do this on my own and-"
"You can't. You cannot do it on your own. That's why you've got those bleedin' Scoobies, and Dawn and me. You know the other Slayers died so much earlier because they had nothing. You have... everything. And we're keeping it that way." He went to hug her, but she stopped him with a hand to his chest.
"No way, Spike. I'm naked under this towel."
His tongue curled under his teeth. "I know."
She rolled her eyes. "Get out. I'm changing."
End chapter Three.
Short, I know, but I HAD to fix my mistake. it's a thing of mine. I apologize. Prolly more by Thursday. Maybe Wednesday. Thanks for reading!!!!
Tequila Sunrise