Title: Working With The Enemy
Author: Hope
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takes place in season three. Spike's back in Sunnydale, insisting on helping the slayer takeout Angelus. Much to everyone's surprise, the unlikely partners begin to bond. S/B
A/N: This basically takes the place of Lover's Walk. Angel is Angelus, decide for yourself why, cause I really don't know.
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"Hello?" Buffy held the phone between her shoulder and her ear, trying to snatch her remote back from Spike. The impossible vampire insisted on watching I Love Lucy reruns throughout the night and Buffy had had enough 'But Ricky's to last her a lifetime. He climbed up to the back of the couch, smirking as the phone cord kept her from catching him.
"Buffy? It's Giles, how are you?" Came the voice from the other end of the phone.
"I could be better, but I guess I could be worse."
"Have you managed to, erm, you know, take care of Angel?"
"......no, not yet. I...hold on a sec." She set the phone down, lunging at the vampire. "Give it here, Spike!!" Giles heard a large crack over the phone, followed by a string of British obscenities. Buffy shuffled around, picking the phone back up. "Ok, I'm back."
"Spike's there?!" Buffy could have swore she heard him cleaning his glasses over the phone.
"Well......yes. He's helping."
"Helping? Buffy, I'm not sure that's a ver...."
"I have to go, Giles. I'll call you if anything comes up." She hung up, not waiting for his response.
"Take it your watcher isn't too keen on me helpin' you." The vampire proclaimed, climbing to his feet. He ran his hand over his face, wiping away the blood flowing from his nose. "Bloody hell, Slayer, all that violence over a sodding remote?"
"I don't care what other people think, I *hate* Lucy." The slayer fell onto the couch, flipping through the channels. She stopped when she came across an episode of South Park. "There, much better, now where'd that stuff go?"
"Don't tell me you actually watch this crap..." He complained, leaning back into the couch and passing the girl a bottle of scotch. She took a long swig from it, made a face, and handed it back to him. "So, I'm curious, who's way of drowning their sorrows works better, mine or yours?"
For the sake of saving her pride, the drunken slayer replied with a simple 'Mine.' before returning to the grotesque cartoon. She cranked the volume up and laughed as the fat kid got ripped on for being anal probed by aliens.
Raising his eyebrows at the girl, Spike pried the remote from her fingers, shutting off the TV.
"Hey. I was watchin that." The girls words were drawn out and she hiccuped.
"Ah, yes. Lovely brain rotting show, that is. Now then, be a good slayer and go off to bed 'fore you wake up the neighbors. All we need are the police over here tryin' to arrest me for given alcohol to minors."
She yawned, begining to giggle. "I'm not sleepy."
"Course not. Your drunk. You'll have a real nice hangover tomorrow to show for it too, now off to bed already." This girl couldn't take alcohol at all, could she? He had had twice as much as her and was barely buzzed, but her? She was trashed out of her mind and it was more than likely he'd get the blame for it tomorrow when she woke up and started puking her brains out.
"Nope. M'not goin." She said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine. I'm leaving." He said flatly, standing.
"What?! Why?" She pouted as he walked towards the door.
"Cause your being you trademark stubborn self, that's why. Now either you march yourself up to bed or I'm leaving." Pouting, she marched up the stairs. She didn't want to spend another night alone in this house, it was wearing her down. For some reason even having Spike on the couch made her feel better, even if she did have to make sure he wasn't trying to kill her........
*****
"You do know there will be dire prices for my services, correct?"
"I know the price, now will you do it?" Angel asked coldly, glowering at the blue demon.
"Of course." The hooded figure replied, chuckling.
"When?"
"Tomorrow night."
Angelus smirked, walking out of the dank cavern. "And I said 'Let there be Hell.'"
*****
"Oh Slayer..." Spike's sing-song voice floated through the hall as he walked towards the bathroom. He could hear the girl getting sick and smirked, pearing around the corner. "Hi pet, how ya feel?" He stumbled backwards as her fist conected harshly with his nose. "Guess my way only works if you're a vampire. No after effects." She would have hit him again, but another wave of nausea swept over her, forcing her to resume her position over the toilet. "Guess breakfast is out for today, 'ey sweets?" Buffy glared as he walked back down the hall, smirking.
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Short chapter, yes. I appologize. Please review!! I shall beg if I have to!!
Author: Hope
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takes place in season three. Spike's back in Sunnydale, insisting on helping the slayer takeout Angelus. Much to everyone's surprise, the unlikely partners begin to bond. S/B
A/N: This basically takes the place of Lover's Walk. Angel is Angelus, decide for yourself why, cause I really don't know.
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"Hello?" Buffy held the phone between her shoulder and her ear, trying to snatch her remote back from Spike. The impossible vampire insisted on watching I Love Lucy reruns throughout the night and Buffy had had enough 'But Ricky's to last her a lifetime. He climbed up to the back of the couch, smirking as the phone cord kept her from catching him.
"Buffy? It's Giles, how are you?" Came the voice from the other end of the phone.
"I could be better, but I guess I could be worse."
"Have you managed to, erm, you know, take care of Angel?"
"......no, not yet. I...hold on a sec." She set the phone down, lunging at the vampire. "Give it here, Spike!!" Giles heard a large crack over the phone, followed by a string of British obscenities. Buffy shuffled around, picking the phone back up. "Ok, I'm back."
"Spike's there?!" Buffy could have swore she heard him cleaning his glasses over the phone.
"Well......yes. He's helping."
"Helping? Buffy, I'm not sure that's a ver...."
"I have to go, Giles. I'll call you if anything comes up." She hung up, not waiting for his response.
"Take it your watcher isn't too keen on me helpin' you." The vampire proclaimed, climbing to his feet. He ran his hand over his face, wiping away the blood flowing from his nose. "Bloody hell, Slayer, all that violence over a sodding remote?"
"I don't care what other people think, I *hate* Lucy." The slayer fell onto the couch, flipping through the channels. She stopped when she came across an episode of South Park. "There, much better, now where'd that stuff go?"
"Don't tell me you actually watch this crap..." He complained, leaning back into the couch and passing the girl a bottle of scotch. She took a long swig from it, made a face, and handed it back to him. "So, I'm curious, who's way of drowning their sorrows works better, mine or yours?"
For the sake of saving her pride, the drunken slayer replied with a simple 'Mine.' before returning to the grotesque cartoon. She cranked the volume up and laughed as the fat kid got ripped on for being anal probed by aliens.
Raising his eyebrows at the girl, Spike pried the remote from her fingers, shutting off the TV.
"Hey. I was watchin that." The girls words were drawn out and she hiccuped.
"Ah, yes. Lovely brain rotting show, that is. Now then, be a good slayer and go off to bed 'fore you wake up the neighbors. All we need are the police over here tryin' to arrest me for given alcohol to minors."
She yawned, begining to giggle. "I'm not sleepy."
"Course not. Your drunk. You'll have a real nice hangover tomorrow to show for it too, now off to bed already." This girl couldn't take alcohol at all, could she? He had had twice as much as her and was barely buzzed, but her? She was trashed out of her mind and it was more than likely he'd get the blame for it tomorrow when she woke up and started puking her brains out.
"Nope. M'not goin." She said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine. I'm leaving." He said flatly, standing.
"What?! Why?" She pouted as he walked towards the door.
"Cause your being you trademark stubborn self, that's why. Now either you march yourself up to bed or I'm leaving." Pouting, she marched up the stairs. She didn't want to spend another night alone in this house, it was wearing her down. For some reason even having Spike on the couch made her feel better, even if she did have to make sure he wasn't trying to kill her........
*****
"You do know there will be dire prices for my services, correct?"
"I know the price, now will you do it?" Angel asked coldly, glowering at the blue demon.
"Of course." The hooded figure replied, chuckling.
"When?"
"Tomorrow night."
Angelus smirked, walking out of the dank cavern. "And I said 'Let there be Hell.'"
*****
"Oh Slayer..." Spike's sing-song voice floated through the hall as he walked towards the bathroom. He could hear the girl getting sick and smirked, pearing around the corner. "Hi pet, how ya feel?" He stumbled backwards as her fist conected harshly with his nose. "Guess my way only works if you're a vampire. No after effects." She would have hit him again, but another wave of nausea swept over her, forcing her to resume her position over the toilet. "Guess breakfast is out for today, 'ey sweets?" Buffy glared as he walked back down the hall, smirking.
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Short chapter, yes. I appologize. Please review!! I shall beg if I have to!!