Start, Chapter 6.
I own nothing. Bow to Joss, who is pissing me off. Come on. WTF!? RILEY!? *projectile vomits on him* Asshole. Hope she rips his delicates off and feeds them to a rabid dog. Grrrrrr.... ok. Spike is hot, I envy SMG, yadada. Here we go. Homecoming. bwaaaaa-hahahaha.
Xander and Spike tried not to fall over as a up-do-ed, slip-clad Dawn rushed past them in the hallway of her home, a flutter of movement. Suddenly, she stopped dead.
Turning in her black slip, she looked at Spike, tears in her eyes. "I can't GOOO!" she wailed.
"Why the bleeding hell not!?" Spike was panicking. Ran over the checklist. Dress. Shoes. Hair. Jewelry. Hosiery. Under... things. Lipgloss-
"I can't dance!" She started to cry. "I don't know how to dance."
"Hey!" Xander stepped up. "The Xand-man is here. And he is the groove-machine." Snapping his fingers and gyrating his hips, he grinned helpfully at Dawn.
Letting up a wailing sob, she ran up the stairs to her room, where Buffy was waiting for her, she fell into her big sister's arms.
"Dawn... What... What's going on?"
"I can't... I can't..." her thin shoulder's heaved.
"Dance. The Niblet thinks she can't dance." Spike walked in the door. "But I can teach her. Dawn. Come here. Buffy, turn on her CD player." Doing as they were told, Dawn stood uncertainly in the center of her room, the clear strap of her slip drooping dejectedly off her shoulder.
Smiling at her, as a ballad played in the background, Spike slid a finger up her shoulder, replacing the strap. He stepped close to her, wrapped one arm around her back, and grasped her hand in his. "Put your hand on my shoulder."
Doing as she was instructed, Spike swept Dawn in a small circle around the floor, laughing when they mis-steped.
Buffy watched on, feeling a twang of... Jealousy? What? Absolutely not. Spike would never think of her like that... Nor Dawn him... But she had never danced in his arms. Not once. Nor had she ever really had the perfect high school moment. Not graduation. Prom was... No. No. Not thinking about that. She smiled as Dawn looked at her in triumph.
"Good job, Dawnie. See? You can-"
Xander walked up to Spike, tapped him on the shoulder. "May I cut in?"
Dawn blushed and laughed a tiny bit as Spike reluctantly relinquished his hold on her.
Dancing till the song was over, Xander kissed her forehead, saying, "May your Homecomings and Proms always, always, always be better than your sister's and mine."
Laughingly, Dawn said, "Geez... I hope so too!"
"All right, girly," Buffy started, "Fast-dancing is natural to you. You ARE a Summers. Don't grind too much or they'll call you a slut. Now sit down and let's do your make-up. That boys gonna be here in..." she glanced at the imaginary watch on her wrist. "Two point two seconds, if we don't do your makeup."
Dawn sat at her vanity, letting Buffy fuss and color and primp and pack her purse.
Walking downstairs with Xander, Spike clapped him on the back.
Lost in his reminiscing, he grinned absently at the vampire. "Buffy never had one good school dance. Not prom, not homecoming, not even graduation. Sometimes, I wish... I don't know what. Not that she wasn't the Slayer. Never would have met her. Never would have had such a good friend otherwise. Never met Ahn. Never had Dawn. But I wish I could give her one perfect dance." He shook himself out of his reverie. "Well, come on. I've laid myself open to attack."
Spike glanced thoughtfully at the whelp. "Yeah... But I'm busy thinking of how to intimidate that little bugger again. Kinda busy. I'll rip on ya later."
"Right. Looking forward to it."
As the last vestiges of sunlight faded, the Scoobies filtered in, all the girls coo-ing and snapping pictures, while Xander posed proudly beside her. Spike smiled, laughed in all the right places, but couldn't help but feel the tug of envy, being the only one that couldn't stand beside her. For a picture.
The doorbell rang, and Spike went to get it. "Hello, Andrew..." his slight snarl toned down to a respectful pitch, and the Scoobies were intrigued.
"Hi, William... Um... My mom insisted on coming."
From behind the slight, pretty woman with her hand on her sons shoulder, two children came running into the house.
"Dawn!!" The little blonde girl screeched to a halt in front of her big friend. "Are you a princess?"
Lily's older sibling pulled her hair. "No, dummy. She's just a girl. Hi, Dawn."
Dawn leaned down, hugging both the children as Buffy and Mrs. O'Reilley introduced themselves, both grinning and taking pictures.
The blonde little girl stunned Spike. She was just like his Lily, the only difference being this ones green eyes. Prancing up to him, grinning in a white sundress, she stood, hands on her hips, and announced to him proudly, "I'm goin' to the dance, too."
The house fell silent as the Scoobs assessed to see how he would react to the innocent. Kneeling to be as close to eye-level as possible, he said, "I see that. Aren't you too old to be going to these things?"
The little girl giggled, her nose scrunching up, and smiling, her baby teeth tiny and perfect. Spike was awed. "No, silly! I'm only 6. I'm gonna be a princess when I grow up."
Her mother laughed, exasperated behind her daughter. "She's been on a princess kick since Snow White. Been going around giving orders and smacking us all with a paper towel roll."
Spike glanced in mock alarm at the child. "Oh no! You can't be a real princess then."
"What!? I am, too!" She stamped her foot, and Spike noticed her lace edged socked foot. She was so cute.
"Oh, I know, you must be. But..." he motioned her forward so he could whisper. She did. "Real princesses don't give orders. Just love and hugs to their Mommy's and brother's."
She stared at him, wide eyed.
Then the little one embraced the vampire. The tableau stood, frozen. The vampire hugged the child back. She pulled away to kiss the tip of his nose. He was so startled, he fell from a crouching position to his butt, and Lily laughed.
"I'm gonna make him a knight when I get my castle, ok, Momma?"
Her mother smiled. "Of course, Princess."
After boutonnieres and corsages were exchanged, and about three hundred rolls of film later, everyone scuttled out of the house. Dawn stood on the porch a minute, hugging Buffy.
"I miss Mom. God, I miss Mom."
Buffy held her tightly. She, too, had felt the tug of pain, knowing Joyce wasn't helping with this event. "Don't cry. She's watching over you. She always is. And she's proud. So go out and have fun. Cuz Mom would have killed me if you didn't."
Finally, everyone was gone but Spike and Buffy. He let her walk him to the door, then said, "What're the plans tonight?"
"Nothing," she replied wearily. "Sleep."
"I've a better idea, Slayer. What's the nicest dress you have?"
She thought to her limited wardrobe of homecoming and prom gowns that hung, repaired and cleaned in her closet. "I... I dunno. I have pretty stuff though. Why?"
Refusing to grin at her suspicious question, he replied, "Be in it in an hour and a half. Shoes, hair, make-up... The works. All of it. I'll be here on time. Be ready. And I want... The fanciest, poofiest, prettiest dress you own. Not one ruffle less."
Stepping off the porch, he heard the door slam behind him, and knew he left a puzzled Slayer in his wake. Now... he didn't have much time...
End, Chapter 6.
Sorry, kind of short. I have the perfect idea for ch. 7. This thing should only be eight or nine long. Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews, and plllleaaaaaaaase keep giving them to me. No, I am not above beggin. :) Thanks so much. Um... The surprise. Next. Ok... This last sentence was written AFTER the last episode. As You were? Is that was it was called. Anyway, I cannot hate Riley or Sam... I tried the whole episode, and I can't. But I'm MAD AT BUFFY! MY poor Spikey. *hands him a mug of blood w/ marshmallows* *sigh* What are we gonna do with Joss??? What? And SPIKE BRINGS A DATE TO THE WEDDING!?!? HAHAHA! Serves Buffy right. I hope she completely jumps his bones in the parking lot or something. And he makes her get off till she DOES love him. Ugh... I dunno. I just.... DUnno. Ok, Next chapters coming.
Always. Tequila Sunrise
I own nothing. Bow to Joss, who is pissing me off. Come on. WTF!? RILEY!? *projectile vomits on him* Asshole. Hope she rips his delicates off and feeds them to a rabid dog. Grrrrrr.... ok. Spike is hot, I envy SMG, yadada. Here we go. Homecoming. bwaaaaa-hahahaha.
Xander and Spike tried not to fall over as a up-do-ed, slip-clad Dawn rushed past them in the hallway of her home, a flutter of movement. Suddenly, she stopped dead.
Turning in her black slip, she looked at Spike, tears in her eyes. "I can't GOOO!" she wailed.
"Why the bleeding hell not!?" Spike was panicking. Ran over the checklist. Dress. Shoes. Hair. Jewelry. Hosiery. Under... things. Lipgloss-
"I can't dance!" She started to cry. "I don't know how to dance."
"Hey!" Xander stepped up. "The Xand-man is here. And he is the groove-machine." Snapping his fingers and gyrating his hips, he grinned helpfully at Dawn.
Letting up a wailing sob, she ran up the stairs to her room, where Buffy was waiting for her, she fell into her big sister's arms.
"Dawn... What... What's going on?"
"I can't... I can't..." her thin shoulder's heaved.
"Dance. The Niblet thinks she can't dance." Spike walked in the door. "But I can teach her. Dawn. Come here. Buffy, turn on her CD player." Doing as they were told, Dawn stood uncertainly in the center of her room, the clear strap of her slip drooping dejectedly off her shoulder.
Smiling at her, as a ballad played in the background, Spike slid a finger up her shoulder, replacing the strap. He stepped close to her, wrapped one arm around her back, and grasped her hand in his. "Put your hand on my shoulder."
Doing as she was instructed, Spike swept Dawn in a small circle around the floor, laughing when they mis-steped.
Buffy watched on, feeling a twang of... Jealousy? What? Absolutely not. Spike would never think of her like that... Nor Dawn him... But she had never danced in his arms. Not once. Nor had she ever really had the perfect high school moment. Not graduation. Prom was... No. No. Not thinking about that. She smiled as Dawn looked at her in triumph.
"Good job, Dawnie. See? You can-"
Xander walked up to Spike, tapped him on the shoulder. "May I cut in?"
Dawn blushed and laughed a tiny bit as Spike reluctantly relinquished his hold on her.
Dancing till the song was over, Xander kissed her forehead, saying, "May your Homecomings and Proms always, always, always be better than your sister's and mine."
Laughingly, Dawn said, "Geez... I hope so too!"
"All right, girly," Buffy started, "Fast-dancing is natural to you. You ARE a Summers. Don't grind too much or they'll call you a slut. Now sit down and let's do your make-up. That boys gonna be here in..." she glanced at the imaginary watch on her wrist. "Two point two seconds, if we don't do your makeup."
Dawn sat at her vanity, letting Buffy fuss and color and primp and pack her purse.
Walking downstairs with Xander, Spike clapped him on the back.
Lost in his reminiscing, he grinned absently at the vampire. "Buffy never had one good school dance. Not prom, not homecoming, not even graduation. Sometimes, I wish... I don't know what. Not that she wasn't the Slayer. Never would have met her. Never would have had such a good friend otherwise. Never met Ahn. Never had Dawn. But I wish I could give her one perfect dance." He shook himself out of his reverie. "Well, come on. I've laid myself open to attack."
Spike glanced thoughtfully at the whelp. "Yeah... But I'm busy thinking of how to intimidate that little bugger again. Kinda busy. I'll rip on ya later."
"Right. Looking forward to it."
As the last vestiges of sunlight faded, the Scoobies filtered in, all the girls coo-ing and snapping pictures, while Xander posed proudly beside her. Spike smiled, laughed in all the right places, but couldn't help but feel the tug of envy, being the only one that couldn't stand beside her. For a picture.
The doorbell rang, and Spike went to get it. "Hello, Andrew..." his slight snarl toned down to a respectful pitch, and the Scoobies were intrigued.
"Hi, William... Um... My mom insisted on coming."
From behind the slight, pretty woman with her hand on her sons shoulder, two children came running into the house.
"Dawn!!" The little blonde girl screeched to a halt in front of her big friend. "Are you a princess?"
Lily's older sibling pulled her hair. "No, dummy. She's just a girl. Hi, Dawn."
Dawn leaned down, hugging both the children as Buffy and Mrs. O'Reilley introduced themselves, both grinning and taking pictures.
The blonde little girl stunned Spike. She was just like his Lily, the only difference being this ones green eyes. Prancing up to him, grinning in a white sundress, she stood, hands on her hips, and announced to him proudly, "I'm goin' to the dance, too."
The house fell silent as the Scoobs assessed to see how he would react to the innocent. Kneeling to be as close to eye-level as possible, he said, "I see that. Aren't you too old to be going to these things?"
The little girl giggled, her nose scrunching up, and smiling, her baby teeth tiny and perfect. Spike was awed. "No, silly! I'm only 6. I'm gonna be a princess when I grow up."
Her mother laughed, exasperated behind her daughter. "She's been on a princess kick since Snow White. Been going around giving orders and smacking us all with a paper towel roll."
Spike glanced in mock alarm at the child. "Oh no! You can't be a real princess then."
"What!? I am, too!" She stamped her foot, and Spike noticed her lace edged socked foot. She was so cute.
"Oh, I know, you must be. But..." he motioned her forward so he could whisper. She did. "Real princesses don't give orders. Just love and hugs to their Mommy's and brother's."
She stared at him, wide eyed.
Then the little one embraced the vampire. The tableau stood, frozen. The vampire hugged the child back. She pulled away to kiss the tip of his nose. He was so startled, he fell from a crouching position to his butt, and Lily laughed.
"I'm gonna make him a knight when I get my castle, ok, Momma?"
Her mother smiled. "Of course, Princess."
After boutonnieres and corsages were exchanged, and about three hundred rolls of film later, everyone scuttled out of the house. Dawn stood on the porch a minute, hugging Buffy.
"I miss Mom. God, I miss Mom."
Buffy held her tightly. She, too, had felt the tug of pain, knowing Joyce wasn't helping with this event. "Don't cry. She's watching over you. She always is. And she's proud. So go out and have fun. Cuz Mom would have killed me if you didn't."
Finally, everyone was gone but Spike and Buffy. He let her walk him to the door, then said, "What're the plans tonight?"
"Nothing," she replied wearily. "Sleep."
"I've a better idea, Slayer. What's the nicest dress you have?"
She thought to her limited wardrobe of homecoming and prom gowns that hung, repaired and cleaned in her closet. "I... I dunno. I have pretty stuff though. Why?"
Refusing to grin at her suspicious question, he replied, "Be in it in an hour and a half. Shoes, hair, make-up... The works. All of it. I'll be here on time. Be ready. And I want... The fanciest, poofiest, prettiest dress you own. Not one ruffle less."
Stepping off the porch, he heard the door slam behind him, and knew he left a puzzled Slayer in his wake. Now... he didn't have much time...
End, Chapter 6.
Sorry, kind of short. I have the perfect idea for ch. 7. This thing should only be eight or nine long. Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews, and plllleaaaaaaaase keep giving them to me. No, I am not above beggin. :) Thanks so much. Um... The surprise. Next. Ok... This last sentence was written AFTER the last episode. As You were? Is that was it was called. Anyway, I cannot hate Riley or Sam... I tried the whole episode, and I can't. But I'm MAD AT BUFFY! MY poor Spikey. *hands him a mug of blood w/ marshmallows* *sigh* What are we gonna do with Joss??? What? And SPIKE BRINGS A DATE TO THE WEDDING!?!? HAHAHA! Serves Buffy right. I hope she completely jumps his bones in the parking lot or something. And he makes her get off till she DOES love him. Ugh... I dunno. I just.... DUnno. Ok, Next chapters coming.
Always. Tequila Sunrise