Title: Bud
By: Chen
Disclaimer: All belong to ME (Grr! Argh!), not me.
A/N: Silly fic to celebrate my reborn Xander like.
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"You can't come in here accusing Spike like this Buffy."
She had barged into the apartment, unannounced, in full slayer mode and with Mr. Pointy raised and ready. Without pausing for breath she spewed out how Spike had killed a group of tourists. Xander had told Spike to shut up when the vampire had murmured under his breath that any git dumb enough to come sightseeing in the Hellmouth was asking for it.
"Thanks, mate." Spike had taken refuge behind Xander the minute he had seen the stake. With Buffy you never knew.
"Xander, the chip doesn't work like before. You know it. He could have killed those people. There were spikes through their heads!"
"Oh – yes the logic boggles the mind. There were spikes, so it had to be Spike."
Spike interrupted. "Allegedly"
"Thanks, buddy. Allegedly be Spike? He has been home with me all evening. We were watching the rerun marathon of Baywatch." The two men looked at each other and smiled knowingly. "It was a Pamela Anderson one." Seeing Buffy's mounting fury, Xander wiped the smile from his face and tried to look as serious as possible. "The point is, he was here. With me."
Spike's expression was one of pure, unadulterated innocence.
"It wasn't him." Xander this time managed to sound final.
Buffy left, banging the door on her way out, furious. Xander sat back on the lazy boy and Spike took his seat on the one beside it.
"Women." Spike passed the beer to Xander and took a swig from his own.
"Tell me about it." Xander said, as he turned the television back on.
"Run Pamela, run!"
THE END