A/N: *feels stupid* Yes, yes. I was retarded enough to spell 'Wales' with an 'H'. I was at work and I thought about it and I was like "I spelled that all tarded, didn't I?" Ah well, I dun feel like fixing it. It shall remain for your amusement. Enjoy the short chapter of doom!

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Spike didn't think Buffy eyes could get any wider. She gaped at Kennedy, completely taken by her question. Spike was waiting for her to hop over the table and strangle the poor girl.

"W-what?" Buffy finally managed to form words… well, a word. "Me and Spike? Dating?"

"Well, yeah. Aren't you?" Vi asked.

"He's all you talked about." Chloe said.

"And you two look so cute together." Molly added.

"But she just said they weren't together." Rona stated.

"Woah, woah, guys! Time out." Willow said, nearly leaping up from her seat. "No one said they were dating."

As if on cue, the SIT's all turned and stared at Andrew. He gulped, backing away a bit. "What? You locked me in a basement with them for three hours! They wanted information! It was torture I tell you, torture!"

"So you told them we were dating?" Buffy growled.

"Well, yeah. But it was either that or I tell them he was just your sex slave."

"This is so grounds to kill you!" Buffy spat venomously, leaping over the table and dashing towards him. He screamed, running towards the kitchen. Buffy followed and the occupants of the living room sat there, listening to the scuffle and muffled screams. A few moments later, Buffy reemerged, wiping her hands together.

"Did you…. kill him?" Vi asked, eyeing her warily.

"Of course not." Buffy said, flopping back down on the couch. "I just wouldn't go in the kitchen for awhile."

There was a large crash as if something had fallen over, followed by some more of Andrew's muffled screams.

"Yep, I'd stay out of there…" Buffy said, crossing her arms over her chest.

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"Yes, well, make yourself at home." Giles said, motioning a small blonde into the Summers' home. "The kitchen's this way, bathroom's upstairs, this is the living room and…." He sighed. "That's Spike."

The vampire looked up from his rather comfortable perch on the far end on the couch, a heavy blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a warm cup of blood in his hands. He looked up at Giles, then to the girl standing at his side. "New Slayer?"

"Potential." Giles corrected.

"All the same in my book." Spike said.

"Yes, well we all know that your idea of fine literature varies greatly from the rest of the world." Giles said stiffly, removing his glasses and rubbing them with the corner of his shirt.

"Who's that?" The girl questioned, eyeing Spike suspiciously. "And what's he drinkin'?"

"Oh, right. Erm, Aryn, this is Spike. Spike, Aryn." Giles said, slipping his glasses back on. "And, uhm, well. What he's drinking…. It's…. well…."

"It's blood, sweets." Spike said simply, finishing the cup off. "Pig's."

Her bright blue eyes went wide. "You…. you're…you're a vampire!!"

"Well, yes, he is, but…" Giles began.

"There is no way I'm staying in a house that offers room service to vampires!" She shrieked, backing towards the door. "I've seen those things! Their killers!!"

"Aryn, please, just…"

"Oof…" Buffy stumbled a bit as Aryn bumped into her, dropping the bottle of Advil and the glass of water she had been carrying on the ground. It shattered, causing them all to jump. The Slayer looked up at the girl, who looked as if she were ready to cry. "You must be Aryn."

"You're her…. The Slayer…" Aryn mumbled, seeming almost awestruck. For a moment she forgot completely about Spike.

"That would be me." Buffy said, giving her a small smile as she bent down and began to pick up the larger pieces of glass.

"Let me." Giles said, squatting down to get the rest.

"Thanks Giles." Buffy said, giving him a grateful smile as she stood, scooping up the painkillers. She disappeared back into the kitchen for a moment, returning a few moments later when she had discarded the broken glass. She gave Aryn another smile. "Giles introduce you to everyone yet?"

"No, just Spike." Giles answered, looking irritated.

Buffy smirked, looking back over at Aryn and catching her nervous look. "Don't worry, he's harmless." She tossed the bottle to Spike. "Take four, it'll help you're headache."

"The bottle says two." The vampire pointed out.

"For people over 12." The Slayer stated.

"And…"

"And you're fifty billion years old, so take a couple more. It's not like it's going to kill you." She stated, turning back to Aryn. "Come on, I'll take you downstairs to meet the others."

Aryn nodded, giving Spike a nervous glance as she followed the Slayer towards the basement.

Buffy looked back over her shoulder, studying the girl's expression. "Don't' worry. You missed the whole Q & A session earlier. The rest of the girls basically interrogated him."

"Isn't he dangerous?" The SIT asked as Buffy opened the basement door.

"Nah, he's got a chip in his head that…"

She was cut off as a loud scream echoed through the house, coming from the living room…

TBC…

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A/N: Okay, short, yes. I'm not gonna develop this toooo much, just a couple more chapters, not much of a plot. Keep reviewing!!

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