Summary/Discliamer: See Chapter 1.
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Chapter 4.
"Yeah Glenda, come over right away and bring your bag of tricks."
Spike put the phone down after explaining to Tara Buffy's current mental state. He couldn't, however, tell her exactly what had happened to Buffy. It wasn't hard to figure out that the demon had done something to her, but what was another matter altogether.
"Tara's coming over?" Dawn asked from in the kitchen. Spike had phoned both Buffy's work and Dawn's school to arrange time off for both sisters. He had managed to get Buffy the next week off but had only been able to get the school to give Dawn two days off due to her 'illness'. Today was Sunday so that gave Dawn three days where she would be able to help but then she would have to go back to school. Spike was hoping that by then this would be sorted out and Buffy would be back to normal.
"Yeah Bit, gonna be here in half an hour or so. How's the food coming on?" Spike crossed the living room and sat down next to Buffy who was watching cartoons on the TV. She leaned into him but never took her eyes off the screen.
"Should be ready any minute. I made pancakes for me and Buffy and heated you up some blood we had in the fridge."
"You sure she'll be OK with pancakes?"
"She should be, they're not that difficult to eat."
"Fine." He turned back to Buffy. "You hear that luv, Dawn's made you some nummy pancakes."
Buffy turned from watching the TV to look at Spike. She gave him a shy smile.
"Pancakes nice."
"That they are luv. You going to eat them all up?"
Buffy nodded and Spike lead her into the kitchen where Dawn was arranging the food she had prepared onto two plates ready to be eaten. She handed Spike a mug of warmed pig's blood.
"Thanks Bit, was getting ready for that." Buffy and Dawn sat at the counter and Dawn helped Buffy to eat her pancakes. When she was about halfway through her pile, Buffy turned and offered her full fork to Spike.
"No luv, I've got mine here," he held up his mug. "You eat that up." Buffy went back to eating her food.
After they finished all the food (or blood), Dawn started to wash the dishes.
"Buffy can you pass me your plate?"
Just as Buffy was lifting her plate to take to Dawn the doorbell rang, startling her causing Buffy to drop the plate onto the floor where it smashed. Buffy instantly started crying, crouching in a ball on the floor against the cupboards.
'Oh bloody hell!' thought Spike. "Nibblet, you answer the door, probably be Tara, I'll sort Buffy out."
Dawn left the kitchen to answer the front door while Spike knelt down next to the crying Buffy.
"Hey, come on luv, no need to cry."
Buffy refused to stop crying and mumbled something that not even Spike's sharp hearing could pick up.
"What was that Buffy?"
"Spike mad." This shocked Spike. Buffy was worried that she had upset him?
"No luv, I'm not mad." Buffy looked at him.
"Not mad?"
"You could smash every plate in this house and I wouldn't be angry at you pet." This caused the smile that was becoming a permanent feature on Buffy's face to return. "Come on then, lets dry you off and we can go see Tara." Spike used the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe the tears off Buffy's face.
Spike helped Buffy to stand and they made their way into the living room where Dawn was waiting with Tara.
TBC
AN: I just want to make it perfectly clear to everybody: this story may follow loosely what happens on the show and some events on the show may happen here but do not expect it to be a copy of the show. This is for two reasons 1) this is MY work of fiction, not just my version of the episodes of the show and 2) I have not seen season 6 yet so I couldn't copy the show exactly even if I wanted to.
Will try to get another chapter up tonight but I have to go to work later. I work in a nightclub so I wont be getting to bed till about 4 AM which means I may not be up to writing much tomorrow either. Sorry.
Keep reviewing please.
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Chapter 4.
"Yeah Glenda, come over right away and bring your bag of tricks."
Spike put the phone down after explaining to Tara Buffy's current mental state. He couldn't, however, tell her exactly what had happened to Buffy. It wasn't hard to figure out that the demon had done something to her, but what was another matter altogether.
"Tara's coming over?" Dawn asked from in the kitchen. Spike had phoned both Buffy's work and Dawn's school to arrange time off for both sisters. He had managed to get Buffy the next week off but had only been able to get the school to give Dawn two days off due to her 'illness'. Today was Sunday so that gave Dawn three days where she would be able to help but then she would have to go back to school. Spike was hoping that by then this would be sorted out and Buffy would be back to normal.
"Yeah Bit, gonna be here in half an hour or so. How's the food coming on?" Spike crossed the living room and sat down next to Buffy who was watching cartoons on the TV. She leaned into him but never took her eyes off the screen.
"Should be ready any minute. I made pancakes for me and Buffy and heated you up some blood we had in the fridge."
"You sure she'll be OK with pancakes?"
"She should be, they're not that difficult to eat."
"Fine." He turned back to Buffy. "You hear that luv, Dawn's made you some nummy pancakes."
Buffy turned from watching the TV to look at Spike. She gave him a shy smile.
"Pancakes nice."
"That they are luv. You going to eat them all up?"
Buffy nodded and Spike lead her into the kitchen where Dawn was arranging the food she had prepared onto two plates ready to be eaten. She handed Spike a mug of warmed pig's blood.
"Thanks Bit, was getting ready for that." Buffy and Dawn sat at the counter and Dawn helped Buffy to eat her pancakes. When she was about halfway through her pile, Buffy turned and offered her full fork to Spike.
"No luv, I've got mine here," he held up his mug. "You eat that up." Buffy went back to eating her food.
After they finished all the food (or blood), Dawn started to wash the dishes.
"Buffy can you pass me your plate?"
Just as Buffy was lifting her plate to take to Dawn the doorbell rang, startling her causing Buffy to drop the plate onto the floor where it smashed. Buffy instantly started crying, crouching in a ball on the floor against the cupboards.
'Oh bloody hell!' thought Spike. "Nibblet, you answer the door, probably be Tara, I'll sort Buffy out."
Dawn left the kitchen to answer the front door while Spike knelt down next to the crying Buffy.
"Hey, come on luv, no need to cry."
Buffy refused to stop crying and mumbled something that not even Spike's sharp hearing could pick up.
"What was that Buffy?"
"Spike mad." This shocked Spike. Buffy was worried that she had upset him?
"No luv, I'm not mad." Buffy looked at him.
"Not mad?"
"You could smash every plate in this house and I wouldn't be angry at you pet." This caused the smile that was becoming a permanent feature on Buffy's face to return. "Come on then, lets dry you off and we can go see Tara." Spike used the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe the tears off Buffy's face.
Spike helped Buffy to stand and they made their way into the living room where Dawn was waiting with Tara.
TBC
AN: I just want to make it perfectly clear to everybody: this story may follow loosely what happens on the show and some events on the show may happen here but do not expect it to be a copy of the show. This is for two reasons 1) this is MY work of fiction, not just my version of the episodes of the show and 2) I have not seen season 6 yet so I couldn't copy the show exactly even if I wanted to.
Will try to get another chapter up tonight but I have to go to work later. I work in a nightclub so I wont be getting to bed till about 4 AM which means I may not be up to writing much tomorrow either. Sorry.
Keep reviewing please.