a/n: This chapter is one that wasn't in my outline. This is for Amy, who kind of pointed out the revelation that Buffy has at the end of the chapter and who begged and begged for a bit of Spike and Angel. Hopefully it was done without bashing Angel.
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Willow looked wide eyed at the blonde vampire in the door.
"Come in," Buffy said. This was surreal. He had come to her for help once before. She had made him beg. Now she was willing simply to let him come in.
Times change.
He came barreling in and sat on the couch, his head in his hands.
"Dawn," Buffy called up the stairs. She prayed that everyone else who was cohabitating in Giles' small house would remain in the basement where they were doing their research.
Dawn came scampering down the stairs. She looked tired. Oz had been trying to encourage her to get some sleep, but Buffy had the feeling that she was reading underneath her blankets.
"Dawnie, we've got a problem."
Spike looked up at the Slayers and shook his head.
"I know this is wrong," he said bluntly, "But you two are the only ones that I can come to for help."
Buffy nodded and sat down next to him.
"We understand. It's okay. Just give me a minute with Dawn."
Dawn and Buffy went into the kitchen and had a low conversation. Spike could still hear them, but he looked at the red head.
"You Willow?" he asked.
Willow nodded and fought the urge to move away from him. She didn't like the fact that there was a vampire sitting next to her on the couch. It was one thing to have Angel downstairs, but having Spike here was something else entirely. She calmed herself with the idea that a vampire would have to be a fool to bite anyone in a Watcher's house with two Slayers in the other room and a heard of hunters in the basement.
"Is that your real hair color?" Willow blurted out.
Spike let out a sad chuckle, "Is that yours?"
Willow put a hand up to her hair, "Umm, kind of."
Spike shrugged, "Same here."
Willow allowed herself to inch closer.
"It doesn't seem that platinum blonde is the most predatory."
"Really?" Spike asked, "It really is. Its all about intimidation. That and great fighting skills."
Buffy laughed as she came back into the room, "Right. Where you gonna get those?"
Spike looked at her and his eyes went instantly to her neck. He stood up and went to her.
He licked his lips as his fingers traced over the mar on her perfect skin.
Buffy had a hard time concentrating on anything except for the images of what he did to her when he had that hungry look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
They both knew what he was sorry for. He wasn't sorry that he had tasted her, he was simply sorry that he didn't have permission.
Spike's hand was still tracing patterns on her neck and Buffy was completely lost in the blue of his eyes.
"You claimed me," she said softly.
Spike tried to look innocent, but there was a smile in his eyes.
"I saved your life."
Buffy snorted, "So that is an excuse to make your mark on me."
"I don't need an excuse," Spike said softly.
"All I need is a stake."
"That is getting old. Why don't you play me another tune."
"This is classy," Angel interrupted sarcastically. Dawn and Willow jumped. They were completely entranced by the banter of Spike and Buffy. The chemistry between the pair had drawn them in.
Angel moved from the open door of the basement library, "You flirt with the girl you just claimed an you expect her to rescue your mate."
Spike looked at him and bit down on the sides of his cheeks, "Just like it was classy of you to bring the new girl when you learn of the old one coming back. You're a class act, must be where I get it from."
Spike cocked his head, "Sides, Dru is your mate, not mine." Spike tapped his head, "I remember you pounding that into my head a couple of times."
Buffy looked at the two vampires. She couldn't remember ever seeing them together when they were both conscious. She knew that the air between her and Spike simply vibrated. The air between Spike and Angel shimmered.
There was hatred and tension. Underneath that was the bond of Childe and Sire. Spike looked like he did not like the dominance that Angel could have over him. He was like wayward child. Angel looked at Spike, trying to reconcile his choice to be good without a soul, with the desire to exert the Sire claim.
Angel let out a subconscious growl.
Buffy decided that it was time to step in.
"Boys, boys, Giles will be really angry if you spill blood. On his freshly cleaned carpets. He is kind of out of it with the carpet cleaners."
Neither vampire looked away from the other, but they resigned themselves to her words.
"We are declaring a temporary peace. This is the Treaty of Giles, only fitting since we are in his house. You two will not have to get along, but there are two things I require of you."
Buffy held up a finger and looked at Spike.
"One is that all plotting to use or abuse or anything that involves the other person, including but not limited to ensuring loony vampresses are cured from sicknesses, will not happen for one week. After said week you may go back to destroying each other."
Buffy raised a second finger next to the first.
"Two. There is to be a hiatus from the wonderful bond you two have. I've seen the dominance struggle too many times. You two will temporarily forget that you are related, at least when you are with me or the Scoobies."
"Scoobies?' Willow whispered to Dawn.
Dawn shrugged, "I think that she means us, but I don't know."
"So you two will attempt to be normal."
Angel looked away from Spike and looked at Buffy.
"That is impossible."
"Really?" Buffy said crossing her arms, "Why?"
"Its who we are. You can't just expect us to forget."
"You can for a moment. Trust me."
Angel looked at Spike with a glare.
"You claimed her, you explain."
"Hey," Buffy interrupted, "There is no talk of claiming. I do not belong to anyone."
Angel motioned towards Spike.
Spike inhaled and then exhaled, at times Buffy could almost imagine him human.
"Big gel fiend over there is right. He turned me. Therefore I am his childe. You can't turn it off."
Spike said each word like it was a piece of dirt. He did not want to admit such things.
Buffy just shrugged.
"Well I don't care. I have a little mini war with an obnoxious child to wage. I would really like you two not to kill each other. I don't need infighting."
"I don't see much harm in killing him, why should I?" Spike said with a pout.
Buffy thought for a moment.
"Because I know how to do the Dru ritual where he doesn't die."
Spike shrugged, "I don't mind if he dies."
Buffy glared at him, "Well you know what, it will be a lot easier to catch him if you promise not to kill him. Besides isn't there a rule against killing your sire."
Spike smiled evilly, "If your sire is a traitor then it is okay. In fact it actually is better that you kill a traitorous sire."
Buffy put her hand to her head, "Of course." she said sarcastically. "Do they give you a rule book when you are turned."
"No oral tradition," Giles said. He was coming up from the basement, his nose stuck in a book. He didn't look up as he made his way to the kitchenette, "However there is a book that a vampire wrote in the twelfth century. It has all the rules in it. It's a pity that you can't read Latin."
Giles had poured himself a cup of tea, gotten a cookie, and made that speech without looking up.
"Is he really reading?" Dawn asked.
Willow nodded, "It's really creepy how he does that."
Balancing everything Giles walked through the living room again. He stopped midway and looked at Spike.
"Another vampire."
Giles shook his head, "I am becoming vamp central. I hope that the council doesn't find out."
Then Giles walked back into the basement.
The vampires had just stared. When Giles left the room it was as if they suddenly had energy once again.
"So basically as head of the bloody Order, now that Darla and the Master are dead, he has great fatherly rights. They don't go on vacation."
"What he's trying to say," Angel interrupted obviously impatient, "Is that I own him."
Spike looked ready to hurt someone.
"Well you will lease him out to his own services for the next couple of days."
Buffy looked determinedly at them. There was no mistake. They would follow her.
Angel thought for a moment then nodded.
"Good, now we do plan stuff."
Buffy stomped out of the room, knowing the two would follow.
Willow and Dawn looked at each other in surprise.
"That was just weird," Dawn said slowly.
"I know," Willow agreed, "Vampires are so much like animals when it comes to territory."
"Now Buffy is involved?" Dawn asked.
Willow nodded then her eyes widened.
"Oh my god, Buffy belongs to Spike and Spike belongs to Angel. That means that Buffy belongs to Angel!"
The girls collapsed on the couch giggling.
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Willow looked wide eyed at the blonde vampire in the door.
"Come in," Buffy said. This was surreal. He had come to her for help once before. She had made him beg. Now she was willing simply to let him come in.
Times change.
He came barreling in and sat on the couch, his head in his hands.
"Dawn," Buffy called up the stairs. She prayed that everyone else who was cohabitating in Giles' small house would remain in the basement where they were doing their research.
Dawn came scampering down the stairs. She looked tired. Oz had been trying to encourage her to get some sleep, but Buffy had the feeling that she was reading underneath her blankets.
"Dawnie, we've got a problem."
Spike looked up at the Slayers and shook his head.
"I know this is wrong," he said bluntly, "But you two are the only ones that I can come to for help."
Buffy nodded and sat down next to him.
"We understand. It's okay. Just give me a minute with Dawn."
Dawn and Buffy went into the kitchen and had a low conversation. Spike could still hear them, but he looked at the red head.
"You Willow?" he asked.
Willow nodded and fought the urge to move away from him. She didn't like the fact that there was a vampire sitting next to her on the couch. It was one thing to have Angel downstairs, but having Spike here was something else entirely. She calmed herself with the idea that a vampire would have to be a fool to bite anyone in a Watcher's house with two Slayers in the other room and a heard of hunters in the basement.
"Is that your real hair color?" Willow blurted out.
Spike let out a sad chuckle, "Is that yours?"
Willow put a hand up to her hair, "Umm, kind of."
Spike shrugged, "Same here."
Willow allowed herself to inch closer.
"It doesn't seem that platinum blonde is the most predatory."
"Really?" Spike asked, "It really is. Its all about intimidation. That and great fighting skills."
Buffy laughed as she came back into the room, "Right. Where you gonna get those?"
Spike looked at her and his eyes went instantly to her neck. He stood up and went to her.
He licked his lips as his fingers traced over the mar on her perfect skin.
Buffy had a hard time concentrating on anything except for the images of what he did to her when he had that hungry look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
They both knew what he was sorry for. He wasn't sorry that he had tasted her, he was simply sorry that he didn't have permission.
Spike's hand was still tracing patterns on her neck and Buffy was completely lost in the blue of his eyes.
"You claimed me," she said softly.
Spike tried to look innocent, but there was a smile in his eyes.
"I saved your life."
Buffy snorted, "So that is an excuse to make your mark on me."
"I don't need an excuse," Spike said softly.
"All I need is a stake."
"That is getting old. Why don't you play me another tune."
"This is classy," Angel interrupted sarcastically. Dawn and Willow jumped. They were completely entranced by the banter of Spike and Buffy. The chemistry between the pair had drawn them in.
Angel moved from the open door of the basement library, "You flirt with the girl you just claimed an you expect her to rescue your mate."
Spike looked at him and bit down on the sides of his cheeks, "Just like it was classy of you to bring the new girl when you learn of the old one coming back. You're a class act, must be where I get it from."
Spike cocked his head, "Sides, Dru is your mate, not mine." Spike tapped his head, "I remember you pounding that into my head a couple of times."
Buffy looked at the two vampires. She couldn't remember ever seeing them together when they were both conscious. She knew that the air between her and Spike simply vibrated. The air between Spike and Angel shimmered.
There was hatred and tension. Underneath that was the bond of Childe and Sire. Spike looked like he did not like the dominance that Angel could have over him. He was like wayward child. Angel looked at Spike, trying to reconcile his choice to be good without a soul, with the desire to exert the Sire claim.
Angel let out a subconscious growl.
Buffy decided that it was time to step in.
"Boys, boys, Giles will be really angry if you spill blood. On his freshly cleaned carpets. He is kind of out of it with the carpet cleaners."
Neither vampire looked away from the other, but they resigned themselves to her words.
"We are declaring a temporary peace. This is the Treaty of Giles, only fitting since we are in his house. You two will not have to get along, but there are two things I require of you."
Buffy held up a finger and looked at Spike.
"One is that all plotting to use or abuse or anything that involves the other person, including but not limited to ensuring loony vampresses are cured from sicknesses, will not happen for one week. After said week you may go back to destroying each other."
Buffy raised a second finger next to the first.
"Two. There is to be a hiatus from the wonderful bond you two have. I've seen the dominance struggle too many times. You two will temporarily forget that you are related, at least when you are with me or the Scoobies."
"Scoobies?' Willow whispered to Dawn.
Dawn shrugged, "I think that she means us, but I don't know."
"So you two will attempt to be normal."
Angel looked away from Spike and looked at Buffy.
"That is impossible."
"Really?" Buffy said crossing her arms, "Why?"
"Its who we are. You can't just expect us to forget."
"You can for a moment. Trust me."
Angel looked at Spike with a glare.
"You claimed her, you explain."
"Hey," Buffy interrupted, "There is no talk of claiming. I do not belong to anyone."
Angel motioned towards Spike.
Spike inhaled and then exhaled, at times Buffy could almost imagine him human.
"Big gel fiend over there is right. He turned me. Therefore I am his childe. You can't turn it off."
Spike said each word like it was a piece of dirt. He did not want to admit such things.
Buffy just shrugged.
"Well I don't care. I have a little mini war with an obnoxious child to wage. I would really like you two not to kill each other. I don't need infighting."
"I don't see much harm in killing him, why should I?" Spike said with a pout.
Buffy thought for a moment.
"Because I know how to do the Dru ritual where he doesn't die."
Spike shrugged, "I don't mind if he dies."
Buffy glared at him, "Well you know what, it will be a lot easier to catch him if you promise not to kill him. Besides isn't there a rule against killing your sire."
Spike smiled evilly, "If your sire is a traitor then it is okay. In fact it actually is better that you kill a traitorous sire."
Buffy put her hand to her head, "Of course." she said sarcastically. "Do they give you a rule book when you are turned."
"No oral tradition," Giles said. He was coming up from the basement, his nose stuck in a book. He didn't look up as he made his way to the kitchenette, "However there is a book that a vampire wrote in the twelfth century. It has all the rules in it. It's a pity that you can't read Latin."
Giles had poured himself a cup of tea, gotten a cookie, and made that speech without looking up.
"Is he really reading?" Dawn asked.
Willow nodded, "It's really creepy how he does that."
Balancing everything Giles walked through the living room again. He stopped midway and looked at Spike.
"Another vampire."
Giles shook his head, "I am becoming vamp central. I hope that the council doesn't find out."
Then Giles walked back into the basement.
The vampires had just stared. When Giles left the room it was as if they suddenly had energy once again.
"So basically as head of the bloody Order, now that Darla and the Master are dead, he has great fatherly rights. They don't go on vacation."
"What he's trying to say," Angel interrupted obviously impatient, "Is that I own him."
Spike looked ready to hurt someone.
"Well you will lease him out to his own services for the next couple of days."
Buffy looked determinedly at them. There was no mistake. They would follow her.
Angel thought for a moment then nodded.
"Good, now we do plan stuff."
Buffy stomped out of the room, knowing the two would follow.
Willow and Dawn looked at each other in surprise.
"That was just weird," Dawn said slowly.
"I know," Willow agreed, "Vampires are so much like animals when it comes to territory."
"Now Buffy is involved?" Dawn asked.
Willow nodded then her eyes widened.
"Oh my god, Buffy belongs to Spike and Spike belongs to Angel. That means that Buffy belongs to Angel!"
The girls collapsed on the couch giggling.
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