Standing outside the fast food joint, Spike pointed to the girl working at
the corner. Stephan looked her over with a measure of bewilderment.
"That's her?"
Spike nodded slightly, "That's Buffy." He sighed slightly and added, "The love of my life."
Stephan was a little bewildered by his choice of infatuation. "I thought you said she was twenty?"
"She is."
"She doesn't look it."
Spike turned around to see that his finger was pointing at the woman NEXT to Buffy, A chubby, forty-something brunette.
With warts.
Spike angrily growled at the doctor's idiocy. "Not her! The blonde!" His eyes glazed over again when he looked in her direction, "Buffy." He repeated.
Stephan took a good look at this new subject. She was short, petite really, with short blonde hair and a beautiful athletic figure. She was also young, VERY young, but she had a certain quality about her that only came with age or experience.
Stephan smiled. Spike was a man of good taste. Hell, if he was ten years younger…
"I can see why you like her." He finally said out loud.
Spike sighed and got the far away look in his eyes again. "So what do I do?"
Stephan's smiled broadened. "Simple." He said
"You talk to her."
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Buffy Summers was not at her best.
Her hair was messed up from being under a hat all shift. Her skin was covered in the infamous grease-sweat cocktail that led to cases of extreme pizza face. Her company shoes were two sizes to small and her shirt smelled like something died in it.
She snickered when she thought about it. Something had died in it,
Her dignity.
"Buffy!"
She winced when she heard the sound of his voice from across the street.
Spike. God, what did he want?
"Buffy, hey how're you doing?" He smiled warmly as he walked towards her from across the street. He tried to remember what the Doctor had taught him. Non-threatening gestures, casual movements, and NO STARES. He took a deep unneeded breath and continued his approach.
"Go away Spike!" she muttered loudly. Buffy was not in the mood for him right now. The last thing she needed was his pathetic attempts to sleep with her again. She didn't want the pressure and she didn't want him.
Not anymore.
Spike stopped walking midway through the street. He felt his anger flare. That bitch she didn't even want to hear what he had to—
NO! Control yourself! He thought, Deep breaths!
When he spoke again his casual smile was still there. "Okay, I just thought you might want to get a cup of coffee or somethin'."
"I don't!" She spat back venomously, "Now go away."
Spike had a million insults he wanted to hurl at her. A million things he wanted to verbally beat her over the head with. But he didn't. He just kept smiling and calmly said,
"Okay, some other time then." And then he walked away.
Buffy was puzzled. Spike had just ignored her insults and been incredibly polite to her. He even left when she told him to.
Her Slayer instincts flared. Something was wrong. He was never polite.
She had to call Willow.
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Spike walked towards the doctor's hiding place in the bushes with murder on his mind.
"That was great!" the Doctor said as he adjusted his tie.
Spike growled with rage. "What the fuck are you talking about? She hates me!"
Stephan nodded happily, "That's true but your reaction was perfect! Casual, no pressure, and even friendly! You were great."
Spike slipped on his game face and growled again. "I don't want to work on my social skills!"
Dr. Cross was measurably more nervous now but still very excited, "Y-yes, but this'll be great for the next phase of the plan."
A feeling of dread washed over Spike. Why did he not like the sound of that?
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"Are you sure?"
Buffy just nodded at Willow and the rest of the Scoobies as they gathered themselves around her dining room table. "Positive." she said
"Then, its true." Xander muttered grimly, "Spike has been…" he couldn't even bring himself to say it, it was so unbelievable.
Buffy saw his difficulty and finished for him.
"Spike has been replaced by a robot!"
TBC
"That's her?"
Spike nodded slightly, "That's Buffy." He sighed slightly and added, "The love of my life."
Stephan was a little bewildered by his choice of infatuation. "I thought you said she was twenty?"
"She is."
"She doesn't look it."
Spike turned around to see that his finger was pointing at the woman NEXT to Buffy, A chubby, forty-something brunette.
With warts.
Spike angrily growled at the doctor's idiocy. "Not her! The blonde!" His eyes glazed over again when he looked in her direction, "Buffy." He repeated.
Stephan took a good look at this new subject. She was short, petite really, with short blonde hair and a beautiful athletic figure. She was also young, VERY young, but she had a certain quality about her that only came with age or experience.
Stephan smiled. Spike was a man of good taste. Hell, if he was ten years younger…
"I can see why you like her." He finally said out loud.
Spike sighed and got the far away look in his eyes again. "So what do I do?"
Stephan's smiled broadened. "Simple." He said
"You talk to her."
***************************
Buffy Summers was not at her best.
Her hair was messed up from being under a hat all shift. Her skin was covered in the infamous grease-sweat cocktail that led to cases of extreme pizza face. Her company shoes were two sizes to small and her shirt smelled like something died in it.
She snickered when she thought about it. Something had died in it,
Her dignity.
"Buffy!"
She winced when she heard the sound of his voice from across the street.
Spike. God, what did he want?
"Buffy, hey how're you doing?" He smiled warmly as he walked towards her from across the street. He tried to remember what the Doctor had taught him. Non-threatening gestures, casual movements, and NO STARES. He took a deep unneeded breath and continued his approach.
"Go away Spike!" she muttered loudly. Buffy was not in the mood for him right now. The last thing she needed was his pathetic attempts to sleep with her again. She didn't want the pressure and she didn't want him.
Not anymore.
Spike stopped walking midway through the street. He felt his anger flare. That bitch she didn't even want to hear what he had to—
NO! Control yourself! He thought, Deep breaths!
When he spoke again his casual smile was still there. "Okay, I just thought you might want to get a cup of coffee or somethin'."
"I don't!" She spat back venomously, "Now go away."
Spike had a million insults he wanted to hurl at her. A million things he wanted to verbally beat her over the head with. But he didn't. He just kept smiling and calmly said,
"Okay, some other time then." And then he walked away.
Buffy was puzzled. Spike had just ignored her insults and been incredibly polite to her. He even left when she told him to.
Her Slayer instincts flared. Something was wrong. He was never polite.
She had to call Willow.
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Spike walked towards the doctor's hiding place in the bushes with murder on his mind.
"That was great!" the Doctor said as he adjusted his tie.
Spike growled with rage. "What the fuck are you talking about? She hates me!"
Stephan nodded happily, "That's true but your reaction was perfect! Casual, no pressure, and even friendly! You were great."
Spike slipped on his game face and growled again. "I don't want to work on my social skills!"
Dr. Cross was measurably more nervous now but still very excited, "Y-yes, but this'll be great for the next phase of the plan."
A feeling of dread washed over Spike. Why did he not like the sound of that?
****************************
"Are you sure?"
Buffy just nodded at Willow and the rest of the Scoobies as they gathered themselves around her dining room table. "Positive." she said
"Then, its true." Xander muttered grimly, "Spike has been…" he couldn't even bring himself to say it, it was so unbelievable.
Buffy saw his difficulty and finished for him.
"Spike has been replaced by a robot!"
TBC