Spike sauntered into Buffy's room, head down, hands in his pockets. She
looked up from a magazine Dawn had snatched from the waiting room.
"Anybody see you?" she questioned.
"Nibs did. But, she didn't seem to care."
Buffy nodded. She threw her magazine onto the small table at her side and flopped back on the pillows. "So, what do we do to pass the time?"
Spike shrugged. He pulled up a stiff-looking chair next to the bed and straddled it, crossing his arms over the back. "You're the one that wanted me here."
"We can play a game," she suggested.
"If you going to say what I think you're going to say, don't even waste your breath."
"But, I'm bored!" she said in frustration. "It'll be interesting."
"Playing a bloody teen game with you would be beyond interesting, pet."
"But Truth or Consequences is fun..." she whined.
(A/N: I know T or D and T or C has been worn to pieces, but I need something to make things interesting.)
He rolled his eyes.
"Look, I'll go first. Ask me a question."
He eyed her curiously. "If you had to, would you sleep with that wanker Parker, or take the whelp for test run?"
Her mouth hung open for a few seconds before she mumbled, "Consequences."
His grinned. "Go steal the bed pan from the bloke next door."
Her eyes widened. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"You're the one who wanted to play this game."
She scowled, but slid out of the tall bed and silently slipped out of the room. A few minutes later, she returned with the piece of metal and a sound swishing inside of it that made Spike burst out laughing at the pissed off look on the Slayer's face. She set the bed pan on the floor and hurried into the bathroom to sterilize her hands.
When she returned, it was obvious that she was out for revenge after his little stunt. She climbed back onto the bed and crossed her legs. "Now, I get to ask you a question."
His laughter halted and he tilted his head back.
"Have you and Angel ever ... done anything? And if so, what was it?"
The look on his face was priceless.
"Consequences," he grumbled.
"Oh, Spike, gross!" she cried. "That kind of gives it away! That's just . . . Gross!"
"Least I don't have to tell you what it was," he said under his breath.
"Eww!" she cried again, but her laughter was coming to surface.
Spike buried his head in his arms and waited for her giggles to cease.
Once she got herself under control, her face was red and tears were falling down her cheeks. "S-Sorry! It's just . . . Ew!"
"I think I get the picture, luv."
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Okay. Okay. Hey, now I get to make you do something stupid!"
"Well, isn't that just bloody great."
"Let me think." She looked up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on her face. "Song a song. I real song, not that rock 'n roll music you listen to."
"What? I can't sing. 'Sides, I don't know any other songs."
"Oh, come on, you have to know some kind of song. You hung out with Dawn all last summer, don't tell me she didn't make you listen to her little boy band groups."
"Yeah, but I never took the time to memorize them."
"Something had to stuck," she said matter-of-factly.
I thought for a minute. Dawn had made him listen to a lot of different songs he didn't like and used the it's-my-house-and-I'll-listen-to-it-if-I- want-to excuse. Actually, there were some songs that weren't that bad. Mostly because they reminded him of Buffy.
Without being totally aware, he started to mummer the lyrics of one song under his breath.
"You're heart is like a river
Peaceful and sweet
Your soul is like a secret I
Never could keep
When I look into your eyes
I know that it's true
God must have spent
A little more time
On you."
"Pretty," Buffy commented softly.
He looked up. "Yeah."
There was a short silence.
"Guess it's my turn to ask you a question," he stated.
She nodded.
He looked down at the floor instead of meeting her eyes. "Does Dawn hate me?"
She paused for a brief second. "How can you ask me that? Of course, she doesn't. You're like the cool older brother she never had."
He snorted. "Couldn't tell."
"Then you must be pretty thickheaded."
He looked at her.
"She loves you. How can you not see that?"
He shrugged. "Maybe the yelling, and ignoring, and glaring were effecting my sight."
"Well, what did you expect?!" Buffy's voice rose. "It's not even really that you left, it's that you left without saying good-bye. You left *her* without saying good-bye. Do you know how that made her feel?"
When he didn't say anything, she continued.
"Like you didn't care about her."
"She should know that I care about her..."
"How?!" Buffy cried, throwing her hands up. "You avoid us, you won't talk to her, you left with saying good-bye and haven't even apologized to her. Of course she has mixed feelings! God, she can't read you're mind! She's not the one with a hole in her stomach!"
He was silent.
"I can almost guarantee that if you talk to her, she won't be mad anymore. That is, as long as you don't piss her off."
He sighed. "I've found it's nearly impossible not to piss the two of you off."
She rolled her eyes.
"It's your turn."
"Huh?"
"The game you were so eager to play. It's your turn."
"Oh. Um..." An idea popped into her head unexpectedly. "... When did you loss your virginity?"
"Consequences," he said without hesitation.
She furrowed her brow. "Why? It's not that hard a question."
"Consequences," he repeated.
She grinned. "How old were you?"
He looked up at the ceiling. "Not repeatin' myself."
"Was it past seventeen? 'Cause, that's when I lost mine. You seem like the kind of guy who losses his early. I mean, because you have more.... experience."
"I've lived a lot longer than you."
"Still... Oh, well. Okay, consequences. Uh, you have to let me wear your duster for a week."
"What? Not a chance in Hell!"
"You chose consequences. Besides, it looks better on me."
"Does not."
"Does, too."
He rolled his eyes.
She held out her hands eagerly. "Hand it over."
Spike looked from her hands to her face then pull off his duster in a huff. He handed it to who. She pulled it over her body. The sleeves were about five inches too long and when she stood to pull it on it almost touched the floor.
"It makes you look so small," Spike commented.
She pulled it around her. "It's comfy."
He smirked.
Buffy plopped back on the hospital bed and crossed her legs. "Okay, your turn."
He grinned. Payback's a bitch.
"Which do you fancy more, vampire or human?"
She glared at him, but wasn't giving in that easily.
"Vampire."
"Oh, really. Which one?"
"Ah! You already asked your question. My turn."
Spike rolled his eyes.
"How did you meet Harmony?"
"Met 'er at a bar. The bint was drunk and so was I. You fill in the blanks."
She crinkled her nose. "That's nasty."
He smirked. "Okay. My turn. Which one?"
She thought for a minute.
//Let's see\\ she thought, forgetting that Spike could read her mind. //Angel was only one time. Spike was...multiple...times. Angel was more loving. And Spike was ... well, kind of the same...when he wasn't being kinky. Oh, screw it, I'll pick consequences.\\
"Luv, you really shouldn't think so loud," he taunted. "Someone might hear you."
It took her a second to pick on what he had said. "Damn you!"
Spike laughed.
Buffy glared at him. Then she let out a huge yawn.
"Tired?" he asked.
She nodded. "Rough day."
"Especially for you, pet."
"I'm not the only one with a hole in their stomach."
"I'm fine."
She reached out and poked him on the side.
"Ow!" he cried, swatting her hand away.
She nodded exasperatedly. "Oh yeah. You're just fine."
He slouched back in his chair. "Weren't you tired, or something?"
"As a matter of fact, I was about to go to sleep." Buffy pulled out the covers and pulled them up to her chest. "You're not going to bite me in my sleep, will you?"
"I'd never hurt you, luv."
"I know."
He half-grinned.
Buffy snuggled up against the pillow. "Will you turn off the light?"
Spike got up from his chair and flipped the light off, leaving a soft glow of light from the streetlight outside the window.
"G'night, luv," he said, sitting back into his chair.
She was already fast asleep.
TBC...
"Anybody see you?" she questioned.
"Nibs did. But, she didn't seem to care."
Buffy nodded. She threw her magazine onto the small table at her side and flopped back on the pillows. "So, what do we do to pass the time?"
Spike shrugged. He pulled up a stiff-looking chair next to the bed and straddled it, crossing his arms over the back. "You're the one that wanted me here."
"We can play a game," she suggested.
"If you going to say what I think you're going to say, don't even waste your breath."
"But, I'm bored!" she said in frustration. "It'll be interesting."
"Playing a bloody teen game with you would be beyond interesting, pet."
"But Truth or Consequences is fun..." she whined.
(A/N: I know T or D and T or C has been worn to pieces, but I need something to make things interesting.)
He rolled his eyes.
"Look, I'll go first. Ask me a question."
He eyed her curiously. "If you had to, would you sleep with that wanker Parker, or take the whelp for test run?"
Her mouth hung open for a few seconds before she mumbled, "Consequences."
His grinned. "Go steal the bed pan from the bloke next door."
Her eyes widened. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"You're the one who wanted to play this game."
She scowled, but slid out of the tall bed and silently slipped out of the room. A few minutes later, she returned with the piece of metal and a sound swishing inside of it that made Spike burst out laughing at the pissed off look on the Slayer's face. She set the bed pan on the floor and hurried into the bathroom to sterilize her hands.
When she returned, it was obvious that she was out for revenge after his little stunt. She climbed back onto the bed and crossed her legs. "Now, I get to ask you a question."
His laughter halted and he tilted his head back.
"Have you and Angel ever ... done anything? And if so, what was it?"
The look on his face was priceless.
"Consequences," he grumbled.
"Oh, Spike, gross!" she cried. "That kind of gives it away! That's just . . . Gross!"
"Least I don't have to tell you what it was," he said under his breath.
"Eww!" she cried again, but her laughter was coming to surface.
Spike buried his head in his arms and waited for her giggles to cease.
Once she got herself under control, her face was red and tears were falling down her cheeks. "S-Sorry! It's just . . . Ew!"
"I think I get the picture, luv."
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Okay. Okay. Hey, now I get to make you do something stupid!"
"Well, isn't that just bloody great."
"Let me think." She looked up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on her face. "Song a song. I real song, not that rock 'n roll music you listen to."
"What? I can't sing. 'Sides, I don't know any other songs."
"Oh, come on, you have to know some kind of song. You hung out with Dawn all last summer, don't tell me she didn't make you listen to her little boy band groups."
"Yeah, but I never took the time to memorize them."
"Something had to stuck," she said matter-of-factly.
I thought for a minute. Dawn had made him listen to a lot of different songs he didn't like and used the it's-my-house-and-I'll-listen-to-it-if-I- want-to excuse. Actually, there were some songs that weren't that bad. Mostly because they reminded him of Buffy.
Without being totally aware, he started to mummer the lyrics of one song under his breath.
"You're heart is like a river
Peaceful and sweet
Your soul is like a secret I
Never could keep
When I look into your eyes
I know that it's true
God must have spent
A little more time
On you."
"Pretty," Buffy commented softly.
He looked up. "Yeah."
There was a short silence.
"Guess it's my turn to ask you a question," he stated.
She nodded.
He looked down at the floor instead of meeting her eyes. "Does Dawn hate me?"
She paused for a brief second. "How can you ask me that? Of course, she doesn't. You're like the cool older brother she never had."
He snorted. "Couldn't tell."
"Then you must be pretty thickheaded."
He looked at her.
"She loves you. How can you not see that?"
He shrugged. "Maybe the yelling, and ignoring, and glaring were effecting my sight."
"Well, what did you expect?!" Buffy's voice rose. "It's not even really that you left, it's that you left without saying good-bye. You left *her* without saying good-bye. Do you know how that made her feel?"
When he didn't say anything, she continued.
"Like you didn't care about her."
"She should know that I care about her..."
"How?!" Buffy cried, throwing her hands up. "You avoid us, you won't talk to her, you left with saying good-bye and haven't even apologized to her. Of course she has mixed feelings! God, she can't read you're mind! She's not the one with a hole in her stomach!"
He was silent.
"I can almost guarantee that if you talk to her, she won't be mad anymore. That is, as long as you don't piss her off."
He sighed. "I've found it's nearly impossible not to piss the two of you off."
She rolled her eyes.
"It's your turn."
"Huh?"
"The game you were so eager to play. It's your turn."
"Oh. Um..." An idea popped into her head unexpectedly. "... When did you loss your virginity?"
"Consequences," he said without hesitation.
She furrowed her brow. "Why? It's not that hard a question."
"Consequences," he repeated.
She grinned. "How old were you?"
He looked up at the ceiling. "Not repeatin' myself."
"Was it past seventeen? 'Cause, that's when I lost mine. You seem like the kind of guy who losses his early. I mean, because you have more.... experience."
"I've lived a lot longer than you."
"Still... Oh, well. Okay, consequences. Uh, you have to let me wear your duster for a week."
"What? Not a chance in Hell!"
"You chose consequences. Besides, it looks better on me."
"Does not."
"Does, too."
He rolled his eyes.
She held out her hands eagerly. "Hand it over."
Spike looked from her hands to her face then pull off his duster in a huff. He handed it to who. She pulled it over her body. The sleeves were about five inches too long and when she stood to pull it on it almost touched the floor.
"It makes you look so small," Spike commented.
She pulled it around her. "It's comfy."
He smirked.
Buffy plopped back on the hospital bed and crossed her legs. "Okay, your turn."
He grinned. Payback's a bitch.
"Which do you fancy more, vampire or human?"
She glared at him, but wasn't giving in that easily.
"Vampire."
"Oh, really. Which one?"
"Ah! You already asked your question. My turn."
Spike rolled his eyes.
"How did you meet Harmony?"
"Met 'er at a bar. The bint was drunk and so was I. You fill in the blanks."
She crinkled her nose. "That's nasty."
He smirked. "Okay. My turn. Which one?"
She thought for a minute.
//Let's see\\ she thought, forgetting that Spike could read her mind. //Angel was only one time. Spike was...multiple...times. Angel was more loving. And Spike was ... well, kind of the same...when he wasn't being kinky. Oh, screw it, I'll pick consequences.\\
"Luv, you really shouldn't think so loud," he taunted. "Someone might hear you."
It took her a second to pick on what he had said. "Damn you!"
Spike laughed.
Buffy glared at him. Then she let out a huge yawn.
"Tired?" he asked.
She nodded. "Rough day."
"Especially for you, pet."
"I'm not the only one with a hole in their stomach."
"I'm fine."
She reached out and poked him on the side.
"Ow!" he cried, swatting her hand away.
She nodded exasperatedly. "Oh yeah. You're just fine."
He slouched back in his chair. "Weren't you tired, or something?"
"As a matter of fact, I was about to go to sleep." Buffy pulled out the covers and pulled them up to her chest. "You're not going to bite me in my sleep, will you?"
"I'd never hurt you, luv."
"I know."
He half-grinned.
Buffy snuggled up against the pillow. "Will you turn off the light?"
Spike got up from his chair and flipped the light off, leaving a soft glow of light from the streetlight outside the window.
"G'night, luv," he said, sitting back into his chair.
She was already fast asleep.
TBC...