Start, part Seventeen.
Ok, everyone.... Special shoutouts- my brother who has STILL not reviewed my story, and to all the lovely people who liked all my stories. That means the world to me. Tigerwolf, you're the best beta-er. (even tho you're my first). Keep up all your great independent work.
Mmmm.... I own nothing, and excuse me if EVERYONE in ENtrophy treated Spike like shit. I just wanted to cuddle him and say, "It's ok... I love you." heheheheeee... lol Anyway!! PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEEE REVIEW!!!!! Review lots. lol review other stories, too, if you feel so inclined. So! Here we go.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
He shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Buffy's grip on the door handle tightened. "Bad news? Like... It's going to rain today bad news, or... You've come to rip my baby sister from my arms and place her in a home where they can't show her a fraction of the love I have for her bad news?"
She hadn't noticed when Spike had strode up behind her, but only felt his presence by his fingers wrapping around hers on the door handle, gently loosening them.
"... Somewhere between the rain and ripping. Depending on your point of view."
"Why don't we head inside and finish this discussion?" Spike showed Donovan in, and they all sat at the kitchen table as they had only weeks before.
Buffy got up, slammed coffee cups, still wet in the dish strainer, on the table, and put water on to boil. "What's going on?"
"I... Well, the state has a few problems with you keeping Dawn."
"Like *what*?"
"Like... They can't find records on Mr. Elliot, here."
"S'Cuz I'm British, you git. All my records are over there."
The water started to boil. Buffy reached into the cupboard.
Mr. Donovan protested. "I don't need any coffee..."
"It's not coffee, it's hot chocolate. And it's for Sp-Will and I. What else?"
"Well, you see... There's a slight problem with the marriage."
Buffy's spoon clanked the side of her cup harshly. "What... What problems?"
"Well, there isn't one. I mean... Well..."
"Just spit it out, mate. We need to keep Dawn. We love her."
"There has to be evidence. They want a certificate. Probably pictures and an invitation, too, especially considering Ms. Summer's background."
She sipped from her mug, saying coolly, "What *record* would that be?"
"Well, you DO have two blown up schools under your belt." Donovan switched his attention to Spike. "And you have no job. No visible means of support. We can't very well just LEAVE a child with a woman, on maternity leave from a fast food restaurant, engaged to a man with no job. It's not fair to Dawn."
Spike stood, and stood tall. At five foot ten, he was no giant, but since Donovan was sitting, the effect was definitely noted. "What's not fair, sir, is that *I* am an undercover agent, I work for her Majesty, AND the UN. That you snivelling sods have to have it explained to you is terrible. My people said they'd call your people." Sitting down he gave a defeated sigh. "My paperwork wasn't in order before I left. It was slightly rushed. I'm the top in the field, you know. They told me they'd take care of the "Joe Normal" stuff, but apparently..." He stood, made his way to the phone. "I'll give them a ring, tell them what you've said, why we can't keep Dawn." Rolling his eyes, he added, "This should be realllll pretty. All I want to do is keep this place safe." He picked up the phone, started to dial. "Let's hope they don't ask your name, mate. I *DID* rather like you." He gave the man a pitying look.
Stammering nervously, Donovan said, "I'll... I'll talk to my boss's boss. I'm sure... I'm sure that we can work this out. Your *profession* shouldn't stand in the way, sir. After all you've done," he added indignantly. "I believe I could talk them into accepting just a marriage certificate, and consider Dawn in good hands? Yes?"
Buffy managed a rather calm, "I think that we can arrange that, Mr. Donovan... We do appreciate you coming and telling us this. It... It means a lot that we can explain it to you."
"Of course." They stood, moved to the door.
Seeing him out, Buffy smiled gently at the man.
"Ms. Summer's?"
"Yes?" Her outer calm was starting to shatter... He needed to go.
"I think... That it would be good if I could attend the wedding, don't you think? Kind of like a personal voucher?"
Trembling, she replied, "Lovely. That sounds... Lovely..." Closing the door, and leaning against it, she looked at Spike.
"What the HELL are we gonna do now??"
Spike grinned at her. "Well, love... Looks like we're getting married. Still want 'Wind Beneath My Wings'?"
End, part Seventeen.
Yes, direct refrence to Something Blue, my fave Spike episode, next to... Ummmm Fool for Love? Where he tells Buffy about killing the other slayers? That's it, right? ANyway, R&R. Thanks so much.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Ok, everyone.... Special shoutouts- my brother who has STILL not reviewed my story, and to all the lovely people who liked all my stories. That means the world to me. Tigerwolf, you're the best beta-er. (even tho you're my first). Keep up all your great independent work.
Mmmm.... I own nothing, and excuse me if EVERYONE in ENtrophy treated Spike like shit. I just wanted to cuddle him and say, "It's ok... I love you." heheheheeee... lol Anyway!! PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEEE REVIEW!!!!! Review lots. lol review other stories, too, if you feel so inclined. So! Here we go.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
He shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Buffy's grip on the door handle tightened. "Bad news? Like... It's going to rain today bad news, or... You've come to rip my baby sister from my arms and place her in a home where they can't show her a fraction of the love I have for her bad news?"
She hadn't noticed when Spike had strode up behind her, but only felt his presence by his fingers wrapping around hers on the door handle, gently loosening them.
"... Somewhere between the rain and ripping. Depending on your point of view."
"Why don't we head inside and finish this discussion?" Spike showed Donovan in, and they all sat at the kitchen table as they had only weeks before.
Buffy got up, slammed coffee cups, still wet in the dish strainer, on the table, and put water on to boil. "What's going on?"
"I... Well, the state has a few problems with you keeping Dawn."
"Like *what*?"
"Like... They can't find records on Mr. Elliot, here."
"S'Cuz I'm British, you git. All my records are over there."
The water started to boil. Buffy reached into the cupboard.
Mr. Donovan protested. "I don't need any coffee..."
"It's not coffee, it's hot chocolate. And it's for Sp-Will and I. What else?"
"Well, you see... There's a slight problem with the marriage."
Buffy's spoon clanked the side of her cup harshly. "What... What problems?"
"Well, there isn't one. I mean... Well..."
"Just spit it out, mate. We need to keep Dawn. We love her."
"There has to be evidence. They want a certificate. Probably pictures and an invitation, too, especially considering Ms. Summer's background."
She sipped from her mug, saying coolly, "What *record* would that be?"
"Well, you DO have two blown up schools under your belt." Donovan switched his attention to Spike. "And you have no job. No visible means of support. We can't very well just LEAVE a child with a woman, on maternity leave from a fast food restaurant, engaged to a man with no job. It's not fair to Dawn."
Spike stood, and stood tall. At five foot ten, he was no giant, but since Donovan was sitting, the effect was definitely noted. "What's not fair, sir, is that *I* am an undercover agent, I work for her Majesty, AND the UN. That you snivelling sods have to have it explained to you is terrible. My people said they'd call your people." Sitting down he gave a defeated sigh. "My paperwork wasn't in order before I left. It was slightly rushed. I'm the top in the field, you know. They told me they'd take care of the "Joe Normal" stuff, but apparently..." He stood, made his way to the phone. "I'll give them a ring, tell them what you've said, why we can't keep Dawn." Rolling his eyes, he added, "This should be realllll pretty. All I want to do is keep this place safe." He picked up the phone, started to dial. "Let's hope they don't ask your name, mate. I *DID* rather like you." He gave the man a pitying look.
Stammering nervously, Donovan said, "I'll... I'll talk to my boss's boss. I'm sure... I'm sure that we can work this out. Your *profession* shouldn't stand in the way, sir. After all you've done," he added indignantly. "I believe I could talk them into accepting just a marriage certificate, and consider Dawn in good hands? Yes?"
Buffy managed a rather calm, "I think that we can arrange that, Mr. Donovan... We do appreciate you coming and telling us this. It... It means a lot that we can explain it to you."
"Of course." They stood, moved to the door.
Seeing him out, Buffy smiled gently at the man.
"Ms. Summer's?"
"Yes?" Her outer calm was starting to shatter... He needed to go.
"I think... That it would be good if I could attend the wedding, don't you think? Kind of like a personal voucher?"
Trembling, she replied, "Lovely. That sounds... Lovely..." Closing the door, and leaning against it, she looked at Spike.
"What the HELL are we gonna do now??"
Spike grinned at her. "Well, love... Looks like we're getting married. Still want 'Wind Beneath My Wings'?"
End, part Seventeen.
Yes, direct refrence to Something Blue, my fave Spike episode, next to... Ummmm Fool for Love? Where he tells Buffy about killing the other slayers? That's it, right? ANyway, R&R. Thanks so much.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise