DC: I don't own any of the Buffy characters or the Scoobies. I might own
the plot, but that's probably it.
Spoilers: None, except that Buffy's seeing Spike. Probably early season 6.
Summary: A misdirected spell makes Spike seems different. What does it have to do with a town in Europe that's been deserted for hundreds of years?
Buffy walked home in revered silence, welcoming thoughts of her boyfriend. She was at ease, knowing that her friends knew about her relationship with Spike.
"Hey Buff," Willow said, as she pulled some white candlesticks out of a drawer in the kitchen.
"Hey, Will," she said, dreamily.
"There's a storm coming in, and I can't find any matches. Did you hide them anywhere?" Willow asked.
"No, why would you think that?"
"Oh, just that last time we couldn't find them, they were in your room."
"We'll you can check yourself, 'cause I know they're not here. I took them to Spike's."
"Okay," Willow said, absentmindedly, stuffing candlesticks into brightly polished holders.
"Can you hand me my spellbook? The one on the table?" Willow asked after thinking for a moment.
Buffy did as she was told and handed Willow the book. She rifled through it for a minute, searching for something. Tara walked down the stairs.
"The windows are all closed. Anything else?" Tara asked.
"Yeah. When there's a bad storm, you need to put a bucket in the corner of the basement bathroom by the sink. Bad leakage the realter forgot to tell Mom about."
Tara did as she was told and returned to the room.
"Whaddya looking for, Baby?" Tara asked Willow.
"That candle lighting spell. The one that went something like 'flisa mariosa' or something like that," Willow said.
"Oh, you mean 'flicasa marisa'?" Just as she said it, one of the taper candles flickered and a small flame emerged from the once cool wick.
"Thanks Baby," Willow said. "Flicasa marisa!" she chanted. There was a rustling at the back door inside the kitchen as Spike emerged in his trademark duster.
"Flicasa marisa!" she said one last time as Spike walked into the dining room. The air chilled as he looked around, as if he didn't know where he was. He took a look at Buffy, who was holding a stake that she had pulled out of a drawer.
Spike jumped around and left, conspicuously.
"What was that all about?" Willow asked.
"I dunno," Buffy said and followed her boyfriend out the door.
"Hey Spike!" she called out the back door.
He turned around and saw her suprised face.
"Well, are you gonna tell me what that was just about or what?" she demanded. His fists clenched, he slowly walked back up to her on the porch and took a swing at her. She darted her head to her left, out of his aim.
"Get the hell out of here!" she bellowed. Spike clenched his fists again, and thought the better of it, turning his back to the slayer and jogging out of her back yard.
"There's something going on with that guy," she wondered to herself.
AN: Short, I know, but I need to stretch the story out a little bit. Review, or I'll sic the newly-weirded Spike on ya!
Spoilers: None, except that Buffy's seeing Spike. Probably early season 6.
Summary: A misdirected spell makes Spike seems different. What does it have to do with a town in Europe that's been deserted for hundreds of years?
Buffy walked home in revered silence, welcoming thoughts of her boyfriend. She was at ease, knowing that her friends knew about her relationship with Spike.
"Hey Buff," Willow said, as she pulled some white candlesticks out of a drawer in the kitchen.
"Hey, Will," she said, dreamily.
"There's a storm coming in, and I can't find any matches. Did you hide them anywhere?" Willow asked.
"No, why would you think that?"
"Oh, just that last time we couldn't find them, they were in your room."
"We'll you can check yourself, 'cause I know they're not here. I took them to Spike's."
"Okay," Willow said, absentmindedly, stuffing candlesticks into brightly polished holders.
"Can you hand me my spellbook? The one on the table?" Willow asked after thinking for a moment.
Buffy did as she was told and handed Willow the book. She rifled through it for a minute, searching for something. Tara walked down the stairs.
"The windows are all closed. Anything else?" Tara asked.
"Yeah. When there's a bad storm, you need to put a bucket in the corner of the basement bathroom by the sink. Bad leakage the realter forgot to tell Mom about."
Tara did as she was told and returned to the room.
"Whaddya looking for, Baby?" Tara asked Willow.
"That candle lighting spell. The one that went something like 'flisa mariosa' or something like that," Willow said.
"Oh, you mean 'flicasa marisa'?" Just as she said it, one of the taper candles flickered and a small flame emerged from the once cool wick.
"Thanks Baby," Willow said. "Flicasa marisa!" she chanted. There was a rustling at the back door inside the kitchen as Spike emerged in his trademark duster.
"Flicasa marisa!" she said one last time as Spike walked into the dining room. The air chilled as he looked around, as if he didn't know where he was. He took a look at Buffy, who was holding a stake that she had pulled out of a drawer.
Spike jumped around and left, conspicuously.
"What was that all about?" Willow asked.
"I dunno," Buffy said and followed her boyfriend out the door.
"Hey Spike!" she called out the back door.
He turned around and saw her suprised face.
"Well, are you gonna tell me what that was just about or what?" she demanded. His fists clenched, he slowly walked back up to her on the porch and took a swing at her. She darted her head to her left, out of his aim.
"Get the hell out of here!" she bellowed. Spike clenched his fists again, and thought the better of it, turning his back to the slayer and jogging out of her back yard.
"There's something going on with that guy," she wondered to herself.
AN: Short, I know, but I need to stretch the story out a little bit. Review, or I'll sic the newly-weirded Spike on ya!