Chapter3-huh? (That's what I think when I read this chapter..huh?
Summary-it really can't be summarized..
Feedback-ya think! Go write me a review you people!! Don't make me come back there!-and
please, no yelling at me for the Xander thing, 'tis all in good fun.
"You can't tell anyone, Dawn"
"I know, I promise"
"Promise what?" asked a voice behind them. Buffy's voice.
"Promise not to tell that I.....think that Xander may be slightly gay" Spike said, looking just a
little bit nervous.
"Did he make a move on you?"
"This really isn't a good time...." Stammered Spike, now looking really nervous.
"Dawn, go home" Buffy commanded. Pouting, the future-hair-care-product-endorser turned and
headed home.
Buffy pushed Spike further into the crypt, then started pacing around the room.
"Ugh! I knew it, first Riley left 'cause Xander was getting all freaky, and now you, I swear I'm
gonna tell Anya about that little son of a.-"
"Buffy? Not a good time."
"He's not back there is he? Ommigod! You!.......ohh... Buffy.. girl, you sure can pick 'em.." She
started mumbling incoherently.
"No! NO NO NO NO NO!!Never! Ew! Buffy! Not even that Richard guy from Survivor
would..........yuk! I just....it's a mess down there....this really isn't a good time.."
"Oh" Said Buffy, bushing as she started to back off towards the door. "I'll just....be leaving
then..." With that, she turned and ran out, slamming the door behind her.
Spike blew out a sigh of relief. Turning, he sidled into his bedroom.
"Hey cutie" He purred, picking up one of the all-too-cute sleepy kittens.
"Hah! I knew it! You haveXander in here!" Yelled Buffy as she skidded into the room.
And froze at the sight of the kittens
Then Spike froze, knowing that his secret was out of the metaphorical bag.
Then the cat froze, she had an itch, and she was pretty sure it was a flea bite.
Then Angel froze, knowing that, someone, somewhere, was more broody than him.
Then I froze, because if I moved the tape loop wouldn't be complete and that bad guy would find
out that we weren't really staying still and would try to blow up the bus.
Then my computer fro-
Summary-it really can't be summarized..
Feedback-ya think! Go write me a review you people!! Don't make me come back there!-and
please, no yelling at me for the Xander thing, 'tis all in good fun.
"You can't tell anyone, Dawn"
"I know, I promise"
"Promise what?" asked a voice behind them. Buffy's voice.
"Promise not to tell that I.....think that Xander may be slightly gay" Spike said, looking just a
little bit nervous.
"Did he make a move on you?"
"This really isn't a good time...." Stammered Spike, now looking really nervous.
"Dawn, go home" Buffy commanded. Pouting, the future-hair-care-product-endorser turned and
headed home.
Buffy pushed Spike further into the crypt, then started pacing around the room.
"Ugh! I knew it, first Riley left 'cause Xander was getting all freaky, and now you, I swear I'm
gonna tell Anya about that little son of a.-"
"Buffy? Not a good time."
"He's not back there is he? Ommigod! You!.......ohh... Buffy.. girl, you sure can pick 'em.." She
started mumbling incoherently.
"No! NO NO NO NO NO!!Never! Ew! Buffy! Not even that Richard guy from Survivor
would..........yuk! I just....it's a mess down there....this really isn't a good time.."
"Oh" Said Buffy, bushing as she started to back off towards the door. "I'll just....be leaving
then..." With that, she turned and ran out, slamming the door behind her.
Spike blew out a sigh of relief. Turning, he sidled into his bedroom.
"Hey cutie" He purred, picking up one of the all-too-cute sleepy kittens.
"Hah! I knew it! You haveXander in here!" Yelled Buffy as she skidded into the room.
And froze at the sight of the kittens
Then Spike froze, knowing that his secret was out of the metaphorical bag.
Then the cat froze, she had an itch, and she was pretty sure it was a flea bite.
Then Angel froze, knowing that, someone, somewhere, was more broody than him.
Then I froze, because if I moved the tape loop wouldn't be complete and that bad guy would find
out that we weren't really staying still and would try to blow up the bus.
Then my computer fro-